Until the day Rochelle came into my life.

On what started as another boring day, I went out to have lunch, and saw the most gorgeous thing…

A beautiful blonde around 25 with an unlit cigarette held between her luscious lips, leaning forward to pick up her lighter off the ground. My mouth hung open for a few seconds as I admired her nicely rounded full breasts. My eyes travelled downward and saw her long, silky smooth legs. It was a glimpse of heaven.

She looked up at me and I glanced away, too late. She caught me staring.

I gupled in embarrassment as she smiled and lit her cigarette. Luckily for me, someone handed her a file and asked a question, rescuing me from an extremely awkward moment. Luckily the picinic table I was sitting at hid the tent in my overalls as I stole a few glances at the dainty, feminine way she smoked.

The next couple of weeks went by in about the same way. I would go have lunch, stealing glances at the way the wind blew her curly blond hair, sneak a peek at her legs, or imagine the cleavage barely concealed by her blouse. She would notice me looking, and smile. One day she brought a bananna for lunch. I nearly died, as she licked the bananna and ate it sooo sllloooowwwwwllly. She smiled and watched me squirm in my seat.

The next morning there was a note on my timecard, I was to report to the insurance office. I was a little confused, since I hadn't been to the doctor in awhile. I walked to the office and asked a lady what was going on. She told me to have a seat in the next office, and Rochelle would be in shortly.

I didn't mind waiting a little while, it was nice to get a break from the assembly line. My jaw nearly hit the floor when Rochelle walked in, closed the door, and lightly rested her neatly manicured fingers on my shoulder. She was the gorgeous blond who had been teasing me at lunchtime !

"You're probably wondering why you're here, aren't you ?" I nodded, and managed to croak out "uh , yes ".

"Most of your paperwork is in order, but someone lost a page from your file. I need you to fill out this form."

Whew , I was relieved. I had thought she was upset about me watching her, and I was in trouble…

She handed me the form and a pen. I filled out the usual – name, address, occupation, length of employment.

As I wrote, she told me her situation. She was married, and would never do anything to hurt her husband. She enjoyed our little "game" at lunch to give her some inspiration at home. I watched her hips sway as I came up with the brilliant response, " games can be cool ."

I handed her the form, and she put it in my file. On top of another form just like it !

I interjected, " Hey !" and pointed to the duplicate form. She cutely shrugged and said "I had to get you here somehow."

She put the file away, leaning over much more than needed. She grinned as she turned and "caught" me staring at her pretty legs and firm, round butt.

As she opened the door, she looked at me with her deep blue eyes and said "Keep the pen."

"If you're a good boy, I'll tell you where I had it last night."

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Just as she turned and was about to give up on humanity and taxi drivers forever, she saw a flash out of the corner of her eye. Turning back over her shoulder, a cab was forcing its way over to the curb from the second lane, high beams insisting on getting her attention. She stopped until the late model GM sedan could maneuver up next to her. She thought wryly to herself, “You see, you just have to get pissed off enough that someone finally notices.” But, still, a grateful smile escaped her lips and she slipped inside the back door.

The darkness of the interior robbed her of her sight momentarily. The aromas of the carpet, the upholstered seats, the bodies, cigarettes and perfumes of a thousand passengers before her filled her head. “Are you headed uptown?” In that same instant she became aware of her fellow rider sitting across from her. Her eyes were still adjusting, straining to gather up what few light waves passed through the tinted windows from the street outside. She could only make out a hint of his shape. “Yes, 77th and Lex,” she said, turning to repeat the directions to the driver. “Thanks for stopping, I really appreciate it.”

“My pleasure. Something about a night not fit for man nor beast, and certainly not a lady soaked to the skin.” She couldn’t tell if he smiled at his own twist on the cliche. As the humidity rose off her coat and hit the chilled glass it steamed the windows like a bathroom mirror. The effect was to throw him into silhouette against a diffused halo of back light, obliterating any details. Her mind raced to fill in the blanks and she began to paint a picture of the mysterious companion on the canvas of darkness.

She settled into her own private corner of the back seat and stared out the window, now sand-blasted with condensation. So, who was this man? What did he look like? And why had he noticed her on the street? She wondered all these things to herself. But then her thoughts drifted off after nothing in particular. As she watched the storefronts crawl by, she was startled by a sensation on her leg, just above her knee. She brushed at the nonexistent distraction. Was that her coat falling against her skin, or had he grazed her? And was it an accident, or had he intentionally reached out in the darkness to touch her? She laughed at her own thought. How could anyone be so brazen, especially in this town, the capital of keep-to-yourself anonymity. The passing street lights counted off the minutes; maybe five, maybe ten.

Then she felt it again. Just a pair of fingertips lighting along the side of her knee where her skirt ended. Along with it came a sensation in the pit of her stomach. Not one of fear or uneasiness, but one of excitement and wondering. Should she respond? Should she turn and confront him? “Get your fucking hands off of me, you creep!” Something told her this would be an inappropriate response to her savior. Perhaps she should continue to feign unawareness. She decided this was the best course, at least until she knew where this was going. Maybe, without any response, he’ll just fade back into the shadow. Or would he get bolder until she couldn’t deny it any longer?

The feeling in her stomach had begun to spread up into her chest and out toward her shoulders. She recognized its resemblance to giddiness. Her mouth began to go dry. All of a sudden she flashed on a pre-pubescent memory of her body’s first stirrings triggered by a brief eye contact with one of the boys in her grade school class. She couldn’t even remember his name right now, but for the first time since she was twelve she recalled that moment and the flood of sensations and the thoughts beyond the grasp of her understanding. It was just like what she felt right now.

As she replayed that long-buried memory in her mind, she also carefully kept monitoring the present situation. His fingertips continued to lightly stroke, almost imperceptibly, just above the side of her knee. In a heartbeat she decided her unresponsiveness could no longer be sustained. She reached out and returned his touch on the back of his hand. He stopped, inverted his hand and gave her fingers a gentle squeeze, accepting her acknowledgement. They had entered into an unspoken agreement. He returned his attentions to her thigh, only now with a tacit approval.

She settled back into her seat and closed her eyes. The arhythmic blaring of dozens of taxi horns and the crackling of the dispatcher’s radio were the only sounds. The light filtering through the moisture on the window danced across her eyelids. Her mind seemed to take on a divided vision, like a chameleon, with one part of her consciousness training an eye on the present, and another keeping an eye rotated toward the past. The stranger’s hand now insistently invaded her inner thigh. Keeping with their silent contract, she relaxed and her legs parted slightly.

Meanwhile, more memories began to surface. Shuffling awkwardly at the seventh grade dance with her first “boyfriend” as he pressed his hormone-engorged penis against her hipbone; not having thought about this in over two decades, she suddenly understood why he had groaned softly in her ear and then excused himself to the bathroom when the song ended. Then there was an all-consuming crush on her social studies teacher, a journeyman educator just out of college. She often lay in bed at night, touching herself, and wondering what he would look like naked. She tried to imagine him touching the sprouting nubs on her chest and what that would feel like. She tried to picture him lying on top of her, his member where her fingers were now, but this was beyond her experience and the image was fuzzy and undefined.

The warm fingers of her unseen companion found the top of her stockings. Just a hand’s width across bare skin and he would find her panties, now beginning to feel damp like her blouse. She opened herself, inviting him to explore further. The first contact of skin to skin was the like the heat of an overburdened electrical cord sucking too much energy through itself.

Another memory: of the first time she was ever touched “down there”. It felt incredibly strange and foreign, not at all like when she touched herself. In a way it wasn’t pleasant, too rough. But there was something suggestive in it, suggestive of the possibilties of more.

Now she was experiencing those possibilities. His finger found the edge of her panties. Her secretions seeped forth, making the cloth barrier a mere formality. His digit found the center of her sex and she bit her lip in a combination of satisfaction, “Finally.”, and anticipation, “Please.” He began a slow circumambulation, like a pilgrim at a shrine. She began to push her pelvis in a counter-rhythm, increasing and decreasing the pressure he put on her bud.

Her mind integrated the two experiences, the past and the present, into one. In a sort of liquid reality she was a teenager again, exploring the frontiers of her sensuality, only this time there was no fear of a midnight curfew or, worse, her “reputation” being spread around school. She was there living out that common adult fantasy of “if I had known then what I know now.” Here it was, then and now all rolled into one.

His fingers slipped past the edge of her panties. For a moment they felt cool against her moist warmth. Then, there was a heat from inside as first one finger slipped through her puffy lips then a second. He was finger fucking her, there was no other way to put it, and it was delicious. She felt the weight of his body as he slid across next to her. With his free hand he deftly unbuttoned her blouse, tugging it out from the waistband of her skirt. He peeled it back from her skin like peeling back the latex skin from the top of a not-quite-closed can of paint to reveal the hidden color underneath. He pushed her bra up off her breasts, immediately swooping down to take one almost entirely in his mouth while he cupped the other in his hand. His palm was warm on her rain-cooled skin and his tongue was soft on her nipple.

She remembered the first time she’d had her breasts fondled. It was that summer at the lake and her older brother’s best friend, Jim, had been the one. They had been swimming most of the day, playing water games, and he had caught her underwater a couple of times, but in the liquid realm they had casually slipped past each other with none of the others noticing. Back at the cabin, as the sun went down, he approached her from behind as she hung her towel on the old clothesline. She was still wearing the bikini that covered her burgeoning breasts and showed off her hips that were losing their boyish slimness. He kissed her on the nape of her neck while his arms wrapped under hers to cup her youthful mounds. She froze, then melted, turning to him, his mouth on hers, while he squeezed her bikini top and pinched her nipples just a little too hard. Though she’d wished for it to happen again, that was the last contact they ever had.

Now her attentive companion was delicately feasting on the sweetness of her bosom, licking her cleavage like he was catching an errant drip from a summer ice cream cone. All the while his other hand was still slurping in and out of the cleft between her legs, stopping regularly to do a circle dance on her clitoris, raising her to a fevered pitch. The hair on her mound was matted with wetness and the scent of her arousal wove itself into the olfactory tapestry of the cab.

In the past her lovers had always just manipulated her sex to prepare her to be penetrated by their cocks. They poked and prodded in a way that never even had her approach the edge of, much less fly off the precipice of climax. Only one had ever ventured to lick the secret folds of her femininity. But now her new lover was touching her in a way completely unlike she would touch herself but also in a way she had always wished for.

The upsurge of impending orgasm swelled in her, first in her loins, then rising through her belly, then pouring back down on her cunt like molten steel being poured from the blast furnace. As the sensation hit home it splattered and sparked out across her body, her back arching to absorb it.

As a girl she had always felt like an object of some boy’s sexual exploration, but too scared to venture out on her own. Now, emboldened by the wanton actions of her shadowy lover, she reached out to discover more of him and herself. She quickly found the front to his trousers and reached through the opening of his shorts to grasp his erection. It was smooth and the skin was taut. She ran her finger along the seam on the underside of his shaft. It led her to the mushroom-capped crown which she ran over with her thumb like fingering a worry stone. A drop of liquid lubricated the pad of her thumb as she rolled it over the head of his cock and then began to stroke his length.

She remembered the revulsion she felt the first time she ever heard about taking a man’s penis into her mouth. The sheer foreignness of the idea stayed with her right up until a guy in college had pushed her head into his crotch, urging her to suck him. Over the years she had performed a number of blow jobs, never enthusiastically. Now, in the safety of the darkness, she freed his cock, exposing it to the night air. Holding down the waistband of his shorts, she slipped down on his shaft with her mouth until his pubic hair tickled her nose. She slid back up, lightly grazing her teeth along the top and bottom before sucking her mouth back down on him. His cock danced and jerked in her mouth and she delighted in the sensations she must be causing. She clamped her lips over the head of his cock while she bathed it with her tongue. Her thumb and forefinger making a loose ring around it, she stroked him lightly, then vigorously, then lightly again.

But now she wanted more. Releasing him, she climbed up on the seat and straddled his lap. With one arm around his neck, she used the other to pull her soaked panties aside. He guided himself toward her opening hovering over. The head of his cock pushed past her outer lips. She froze for a moment, just taking in the feeling of it barely inside her, before slumping on top of him, impaling herself and burying him to the hilt in her pussy. She just lay on him, luxuriating in the fullness of him inside her.

Now it would be obvious what was happening in the back of the cab. If he’d been driving for long, the cabbie would undoubtedly have seen such behavior before. Besides, what could he really see, she wondered to herself, besides their two bodies hulking in his mirror, their overcoats drawn around them like capes. At this point she frankly didn’t care.

She began a slow, rhythmic dance. Up. Then down. Forward. Then back. Up again. And down again. He met her efforts, grabbing her hips and pulling himself hard up into her. With each completion she let out a quiet groan of satisfaction into his ear. She picked up the pace. It was equally pleasing to feel him at the entrance to her flower as well as buried in her womb. Back and forth she rode him.

All of a sudden images of a Friday night school bus ride going back across town from a volleyball game. The talk in the back of the bus center centered on who was doing what with whom, how and how often. Though she pretended to understand and laughed giddily with the rest of the girls, in her mind she could scarcely conceive of some of the things being mentioned. But a phrase she hadn’t thought about since that time appeared in her consciousness. For once she appreciated the colorfully descriptive “riding the wild unicorn”.

Her lover bent forward and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He reached and placed his thumb over her clit. But at this she stopped him. She’d already been there. Now she just wanted to feel him inside her, to milk the pleasure out of him. She clamped her muscles tight as she pulled up off him, releasing her grip to slide back down. He thrust himself up into her repeatedly until she felt his whole body tense. His fingers dug into the small of her back and he pulled her down, holding her fast on top of him, crushing her against his chest.

Then she felt it. His cock began to spasm and pump. Then she felt his warmth flood her insides. It was as if she could feel is come coat her sweetwalls and roll back down on his cock.

He released his grip on her torso and, reluctantly, she swung her leg off of him. For the first time she looked over at him and saw his eyes.

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She grabbed my sister's hairbrush off her dresser and then grabbed me by the arm and sat on the bed. I was so stunned I didn't react. She sat on the bed, reached over and jerked my shorts and underwear down past my knees. She was going to spank me! She hadn't done that to either of us in the last five years! Tugging on my arm she dragged me across her bare thighs with my cock and balls hanging down between them. She grabbed the hairbrush and started spanking my upraised ass. It hurt like hell, but the feel of my cock rubbing Mom's thighs and the warmth of my butt excited me. About 20 strokes later she finally stopped and stood me up. My pants were around my ankles, my cock partially erect, and I had a very red, sore ass. My sister watched this with glee figuring that Mom had taken her side in the dispute. She also snuck more than a few glances at my partially stiff cock during and after the spanking.

Was she surprised when Mom grabbed her! Her shorts and panties flew down her legs and her white, naked ass replaced mine across Mom's lap. I had seen her get spanked when we were kids and misbehaved years before but this time it had a different impact on me. My sister needs to lose about 20 pounds but it sure fleshed out her ass and tits. As she sprawled across Mom's lap with the hairbrush reddening her ass her T-shirt slid up and let her bra covered tits hang out. The bra was a sheer nylon one and I could see her nipples clearly. I stared at my sister's naked ass and tits, both bouncing from Mom's paddling. Her squeals from the spanking, caused my prick to stiffen despite my sore ass. My sister definitely noticed it between the tears as she looked over. Moments later her spanking ended and my mother stood her up and I got a good view of the blonde pubic hair covering her plump pussy. My mother looked at me and nervously told me to cover myself up and we were sent to our rooms like little kids while she went shopping.

I went to my room with a sore butt. The image of my sister's red ass, coupled with her full tits and fur covered pussy dominated my thoughts. My cock was jerking around inside my shorts when I went to my room. As soon as I heard Mom leave my shorts and underwear were around my ankles and I was looking into the mirror at my reddened ass while stroking my stiff cock. Before I reached my peak I heard a knock on the door.

It had to be my sister, no one else was home. I pulled up my pants over my horny cock. I opened the door to my sister's tear stained face. She was holding a bottle of skin cream. "My ass is burning, I'll rub cream into your ass if you'll do it for me". This sounded like a great idea to me and I told her so. I pulled off my T-shirt and kicked off my shorts and underwear. My cock was still rigid and she gave it a long look as I walked over to the bed and lay face down. I spread my thighs so she could see my balls lying there.

She poured the cool cream on my burning ass and slowly started to rub it in. The cream helped cool my ass, but her warm hands rubbing my ass and thighs did nothing for my hot cock. I groaned as she pushed down on my ass, shoving my cock into the bed. When she reached down and stroked my balls I almost lost it. I rolled over with my prick twitching. "Make me come" I begged. "I'm your sister" was her shocked response. "Please, I can't stand it" and cupped my very full balls. Her gaze was focused on my stiff meat. "How? I've never done it to a boy before" I took her hand and wrapped it around my prick. "Just rub it up and down for a couple of minutes" I croaked. The sight of her erect nipples under her T-shirt and knowing it was my sister's hand jerking me off brought me to a spectacular come in a very short time. She finished milking it out slowly and then took some tissues and cleaned up my cum sputtered chest and stomach.

"Your turn now" I said after I caught my breath and stood up, still naked. Her eyes were glazed as she stared at my softening cock. She slowly removed her T-shirt and bra and dropped her pants and stepped out of them. Like I said, she needed to lose 20 pounds but her tits and hips were full and soft. The only experiences I had were backseat gropings in the dark so I hadn't seen a naked woman up close, much less my sister. Her nipples were huge and stiff, they looked like oversized red erasers pointing out from pale white mounds. She lay face down on the bed where I had just been laying.

Her ass was even redder than mine. The sight started my cock twitching and when she parted her thighs I got to see her soft pussy lips nestled in her pale pubic hair. I took the cream and squirted it onto her ass, it looked like cum. I stroked her ass lightly, gently rubbing the cream in. After a couple of minutes I squirted more on and started to rub harder on her plump cheeks. My circles widened to include the top of her thighs, and then the inside of her thighs. She moaned softly and spread her legs wider giving me a fantastic view of the wetness oozing from her pussy. The next circle took my fingers across the outer lips and she hunched her hips up asking for more. As my finger slowly slid between her lips she closed her legs and sobbed, "No, your my brother, I shouldn't". I shoved my fingers further in and said "turn over, I want to make you come".

She almost broke my arm as she rolled over onto her back and spread her legs. "I need it so badly, watching you get spanked turned me on so much, and then when Mom did me and I saw you staring at me and your cock rising.." I lay down next to her and moved my hand up to that wet, open box. Her hard nippled tits were right by my mouth so I sucked one into my mouth. She jumped, screamed, and came all at the same time. I had learned a few things during my backseat action and after sliding three fingers into her pussy and moving them around I moved to her clit. It was the biggest I'd ever felt! My wet fingers slid back and forth over her clit while she moaned and gasped. The next three orgasms came hard and fast. I was dying to see a pussy up close and her large clit intrigued me. I moved my face between her legs and stared at her snatch. Her clit was just too inviting. I gave it a big french kiss and sucked it into my mouth. She went crazy, her ass was bouncing all over the sheets. I slid two fingers in her pussy and one up her ass while I kept sucking. My cock was rigid and I figured the time was ripe for the first fuck of my life.

I moved to her lips and started to slip it in. "No, that's incest! I won't let you inside me." My best arguements and pleadings were finally sucessful and she spread her legs for me. "I'm still a virgin, don't hurt me". Her words suprised me, the way she humped my fingers I figured she'd gotten laid before this. We were both losing our cherries at the same time! I knelt between her legs, my cock quivering in anticipation. If she hadn't brought me off just before I probably would have come looking at her. I leaned forward and placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her lips and slowly pushed forward. It was so warm and wet. I felt as light resistance and it stopped me for a moment. I pulled back and slammed in as hard as I could. Whatever resisitance that was there parted before my cock and I was in the the hilt. Shelly let out a short squeal and then just lifted her legs to let me continue to thrust. "I don't have any protection, don't come in me". My churning hips didn't really want to hear that, but as my orgasm approached I drew my cock out. I lay on top of her and continued to hump, the friction between my well lubricated cock and her flesh brought me to an exhausting come. As I rolled off her Shelly grabbed my hand and placed it on her cunt. "Make me come more". I summoned up the energy to bring her off three more times before she was sated. I used the tissues to clean up my come and the small trace of blood betwen her legs. "It hardly hurt at all, maybe fingering myself opened me up". I laughed, and for the first time gave her a long tongue kiss. After we were fucking, I figured kissing was OK.

We lay back together, a new feeling between us. We were both still wound up and we talked about how we felt. It turns out that each of us thought getting spanked was a turn on and that we liked each other's bodies. Mom was home! Shelly jumped up and grabbed her clothes and dashed to her room, tits and butt cheeks bouncing. A minute later Mom came up stairs and called us out of our rooms. "You seem to be acting nicer now, just remember, if you get out of line again I am going to spank you the same way!" As she went downstairs my sister and I looked at each other with enigmatic smiles and said "we wouldn't want that to happen".

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An hour and a half later I was on my way to your motel and what I hoped was going to be a very exciting time. My cock had been alternating with varying degrees of hardness ever since the phone call of a few nights earlier in which you asked if I would be free on Thursday night. "Would you like to meet us for some fun? Julie is ready to try both of us."

Was I ready? I couldn't have been readier or more excited. Ever since we had met you and Julie a month earlier, I had thought about kissing her, playing with her beautiful breasts until our bodies were entwined in the ultimate passion.

The door opened on the first knock and upon stepping into the room, the first thing that catches my eye is Julie standing in front of the mirror applying the last of her make-up. Absolutely gorgeous! All she is wearing is a dark, low cut, lacy bra with matching panties. Her reflection reveals the swells of her tits and as I watch their gentle rise and fall with each breath, I want to move behind her and cup them in my hands. But that would have to wait for we have plans to go out to eat.

The three of us talk about a variety of topics as Julie finished dressing. You could feel some tension/excitement in the air as none of us really didn't know exactly what to say except no one wanted to say anything about the real reason we were meeting. First times can be so difficult sometimes.

"I think this dress will be fine, don't you", Julie asks as she pulls a perfectly fitting beautiful dress over her head and zips its back. Its scoop neck shows her cleavage to perfect advantage as well as acentuating her tight ass. I am entranced with the beauty standing before me. My desire for her begins to throb in my groin as I think about what the evening may well bring.

Naturally I thought it was perfect and told her how lovely she looked. With that, we walked out to the car to drive to a nearby restraurant.

As Brad and I hold the chair for Julie, I take full advantage of my position and gaze admiringly into the top of her dress. Turning to Brad, I remark that helping a lady take her seat certainly has its advantages.

"It certainly does", is the smiling reply.

"OK you two, have a seat. You will get to see all you want later."

"Never all I want, Julie," I laughed.

All through the meal we talk, becoming more at ease with one another, as our comments turn to more suggestive topics. The poor waitress doesn't quite know how to handle some of the conversation she manages to overhear as we talk about various swinging experiences. She brings the change back from paying the bill, when Julie asks, "Are you guys ready? I am."

Brad asks in return, "Ready for what, Julie."

"Ready to take anything and everything you two guys can give me."

The poor waitress blushes crimson and hurridly leaves while we get up from our seats. We head for the door arm in arm with Julie in the middle receiving our mutual embraces.

The trip back to the motel goes a lot more quickly than the one to the restraurant had been. Being a little crowded in the front seat is certainly no problem. Julie uses this to her advantage by running her hands over our thighs, occasionally brushing the bulges that had formed in Brad's and my pants.

Parking the care, we hurridly entered the room. "I'm taking my shoes off and getting a little more comfortable," Julie says with a little smile.

"I'm going to get some ice, you guys. Be back in a little bit", Brad says as he picks up the ice bucket and heads for the door. "Alone at last," I grin as I gently pull Julie to me. My lips touch her forehead, then the tip of her nose and finally her lips.

Her mouth open to accept my tongue and gradually our kiss increases in intensity, until our tongues are taking turns searching each other's mouths. Our arms entwine each other with one of my hands squeezing a firm asscheek as I pull her closer to me.

Breaking our kiss, I begin nibbling her earlobes and neck, only to hungrily return to her lips. Our bodies begin rocking against each other as I shift positions slightly to allow my rising cock to press against her thigh.

Julie presses against my dick with a little moan and pull her body even closer into mine. My hand moves to the soft mound of her breast and gently squeezes it. It is like the pressure of that squeeze is transmitted to my dick, making it throb harder in the confines of my pants. Julie begins to moan softly as I knead her tit and search for the hardened nipple through her dress and bra.

"Well, well, what is going on here. I leave for a few minutes and return to find my wife in the arms of another man who is kissing her and playing with her tits," Brad says as he enters the room.

Julie just continues to kiss me and rub her thigh against my hard dick with out saying a word.

I just mumble, "UMM HMM" with my lips never leaving those of such a beautiful woman.

Finally, Julie pulls away a little, looks at Brad and remarks, "You really are upset, judging from the bulge your dick is making."

Brad moves around behind his wife and begins rubbing his dick against her ass while reaching between our bodies to reach her other breast.

Julie reaches behind her with one hand and in front with the other to take our cocks in her hands. Breaking our kiss, she turns to kiss her husband.

"Unzip her dress, Brad. Let's get it off her." No sooner was the zipper down, than we pull the dress over her head. I take great delight in guiding it past her tits, while Brad does most of the work. Oh the sight of those beautiful tits encased their lacy cups. Her nipples are pushing hard against the bra cup, begging to be set free.

I reach behind her to unhook her bra and Brad pushes it off her shoulders. The cool air of the room made her nipples harden even more. Brad reaches around to cup them from their base while I began nibbling the soft mounds of flesh.

"Your turn boys. I want to get your clothes off and so I can return the favors better," Julie murmurs against my lips.

Brad and I step away from her, and hurridly begin to undress. Julie alternates between the two of us, helping to remove shirts and pants. Finally, we are down to our shorts which scarcely conceal our erections. Julie moves to me, presses her bare tits against my chest and slowly pulls my shorts over my dick. It springs free only to be captured in her hand. She reaches behind me to pull her husband's shorts down as well.

Brad moves forward and rests his hard cock in the crevice of her ass and begins slowly humping while playing with her tits.

I bend forward and push my mouth past Brad's hands and suck first one then the other hard nipple between my lips. Suckling on these beautiful tits is so wonderful. I can feel their heat radiating against my face as I began rubbing my cheek against the mounds of hot flesh. It making me want to slip my dick in her slit that is waiting for attention, for neither of us has yet to touch her there.

I slowly move my hands down her body to the swell of her hips. My finger tips find the waistband of her panties and slip under it. Downward and in front my fingers inch to the beginning of her furry mound. I slip my finger lightly along the edge of her pussy, feeling its heat and dampness. She arches her hips forward to meet my searching fingers. Little sounds of passion escape from her throat.

Brad is continuing to play with her tits, rolling her hard nipples between his fingers while nibbling along her neck. I can see his ass still humping his dick against her crevice and know we need to get this beautiful woman to the kingsize bed that awaits us.

I pull Julie's panties over her hips and down her smooth legs and help her step out of them. Not being able to resist the temptation before me, I begin kissing her inner thighs and the bulge of her pubic mound. The aroma arising from her slit is intoxicating. I can hardly keep from pulling her to the floor and burying my face between her legs. I want to taste her juices so badly.

Rising, Brad and I guide Sherri to the bed and lay her down with her legs hanging over the edge. I guide her legs apart and let my eyes take in the beauty of the sight before me. The lips of her pussy are swollen with excitement and glisten with her fluids. The tip of her hardened clit beckons my tongue and I slowly inch forward. I run my finger lightly over her belly toward her crotch while licking and kissing my way up her body.

Glancing up I can see Brad rubbing his dick across his wife's face, pausing at her parted lips. Her tongue darts forward to lick his cockhead until he finally guids it into her waiting mouth. Her hands go to cup his balls and he slowly begins to fuck her mouth.

Her heat and aroma beckons me still and I move to the object of my desire, the center of her womanhood. My tongue lightly touches the swollen nubbin of her clit and I kiss it. I feel a hand on the back of my head and realize it is Julie's, urging me on. I run my tongue along the swollen lips enclosing her slit. Deeper my tongue probes, taking in more and more of her delicious juices, until I feel the opening into her body. Opening my mouth wider, I cover her hole and probe as deeply as I can. I use my nose to rub her clit as I now begin to fuck her delightful pussy with my tongue. Her ass lifts a little as she all but involuntarily seeks to push her cunt tighter against my mouth and tongue.

Judging from the sounds I am hearing, she still in enjoying having her husband fuck her mouth. Harder she pushes her cunt against my mouth. Harder I suck and flick my tongue against her clit. I can feel her orgasm building in her and know it is only moments before she will achieve the release she seeks. I want to give her what she seeks, yet want to keep her just at the edge. The intensity builds and builds until it spills over and Sherri begins to cum. Her pussy pushes tight against me. Her legs tighten around my head, holding me firmly in place while her body spasms with her orgasm. I can hear the sounds of her orgasm followed by another sound I identify as Brad.

As Julie releases her grip on my head, I manage to look up intime to see Brad's dick pulling away from his wife's mouth. A string of cum still connects them as he masturbates the last of his own orgasm. I become painfully aware that my own cock is aching with the desire to be engulfed in the hot tunnel inches from my mouth.

I give her clit one last kiss and lick before moving to pull her further on the bed. Once she is far enough up, I spread her legs and move forward to rub the head of my dick through her slit to pick up its lubricants. Slowly, I inch the length of my hardness into her very wet and hot hole until I can go no further. I lie there supporting my weight on my elbows, feeling her pussy spasming around my dick and watch her lick her husband's now half hard cock clean of his cream.

I want to pound my dick in that wonderful pussy, but I am already so close to cumming, I know I would only get a few strokes before emptying my own load in her willing cunt. I want to prolong the sensation forever, it feel so good. But, I begin to slowly pump my dick in and out of her cunt, moving to a position so I can watch as her cunt lips pull against it everytime I pull back.

"Play with her clit, Brad. Bring her off before I cum," I ask and pull my body back enough so he can reach her sensitive nubbin. Between my dick and Brad's fingering, it was only a few moments before she started to cum again.

There was no holding mine back any longer. With a sudden move, I bury my dick all the way to my balls in her clasping pussy. I can feel the cum rushing the length of my cock and filling her cunt as I came with a loud groan. I could feel my dick almost sloshing in her as I start fucking hard again while my dick slowly softened.

As my dick got softer and pulled from its recent home, I roll over and up to kiss her softly and thank her for the pleasure I have received. The taste of Brad's cum on her lips serve to make my dick begin to twitch in anticipation of another session of fucking in a short while.

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We were heading for Florida. My company had rewarded three of my coworkers and myself with this trip after the successful completion of an important project.

Wendy was thrilled when I told her the news. I suggested that she go out and buy a new wardrobe for the trip with some of the bonus money the company had given me. My sensible wife insisted that the wardrobe in her closet was adequate. I suggested that she forget about the conservative attire that hung in her closet and splurge on some more exciting attire.

"What do you mean, exciting?" asked Wendy.

"You know, sexy, revealing, tight, sexy, short, tight..," I droned.

"I get the picture," interrupted Wendy with an annoyed look on her face.

After some heavy persuasion (begging) on my part, Wendy agreed to spice up her wardrobe. Actually, I could see that the idea began to grow on her. I knew she was tired of the business suits and even the sensible casual wear. It was time to blow off a little steam. Over the three months leading up to the trip, I did get a peak at a few of the items that Wendy bought. Much of it was lingerie. Her modeling shows usually ended up in a round of great sex. She would not let me see everything though. She wanted to keep it secret.

As we drove to the airport I still did not know much about Wendy's new clothes. She had packed when I was occupied and her suitcase was locked. The outfit she was wearing for the plane trip was nothing new. I had seen her in it many times before. It did nothing to show off her great figure.

At the airport we met Jim and Bill. Their wives would be joining them in Florida in a couple of days. Evidently, they were tied up with work or with family matters. Jim informed us that Greg and his wife would be taking a different flight because of a last minute situation that had come up with one of their kids. They were expected to meet us at the resort after lunch. Our flight was a short one and we expected to arrive at the resort in time for the lunch buffet.

As expected we arrived at the resort in time to freshen up before lunch. Wendy told me that she wanted to change and suggested that I go on down and meet Jim and Bill. I headed down and waited in the lobby adjacent to the dining room. Five minutes later my coworkers joined me. They asked about Wendy and I told them she would be right down. We passed the time discussing the attractions at the resort.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a hot looking woman walking up to the dining room hostess. It's funny how guys sense these things. If it was a man or a child, then I wouldn't have given the person a notice. This person, however, had on a short skirt and what appeared to be bikini top. My radar signaled that it was a woman and an attractive one at that. Jim and Bill had their radar operational as well. We all three craned our necks to get a better look.

My jaw dropped when I recognized that the woman was my wife Wendy. And man was she sexy looking. The outfit she was wearing was designed to attract men. It was just what I had in mine when I suggested she buy a new wardrobe. Wendy's pony tail was gone and her brown hair was fluffed up and arranged across her shoulders like a fashion model.

The tight skirt Wendy wore was mid thigh length. It had wide black and white stripes across the front and was solid black in the back. The matching top looked like a simple bikini swim suit top. It did an admirable job of keeping Wendy's 34C bust in place. Jim couldn't keep his eyes off her substantial cleavage. Bill was checking out her fantastic legs.

"Wow!" I said as I approached Wendy. I looked at her five and a half foot frame from head to toe and noticed that she sported a pair of shiny black pumps with very long spiked heels.

Wendy looked at me, smiled and said, "Do you like my outfit?" Before I could answer, she pulled me close and whispered, "I guess the lump in your shorts is my answer." She added, "Looks like I'm a hit judging by the similar lumps your friends have."

I was a little surprised at my wife's words. She usually doesn't make comments like that in public, even though they were whispered. Finally, I found my voice and said, "Shall we eat lunch?"

Everyone headed for the Dining room. I pulled up the rear and got a kick out of Jim and Bill checking out my wife's ass. It did look great in that skirt. Wendy's daily exercise routine kept her 34-22-33 figure in great shape.

The serving line was the center of attention while Wendy was filling her plate. I watched several men leave their tables and pretend to check out the dessert while checking out my sexy wife. She seemed to be eating it up. In the past Wendy was uncomfortable with male attention. That was obviously not the case today.

We enjoyed our meal. I couldn't be sure if it was the food or the beautiful lady having lunch with us. After lunch we walked outside to check out the beach.

"I think I'll go swimming," said Wendy.

"Sounds great, lets go get our suits," I said. Wendy ignored my suggestion and hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her skirt. She smiled at me and my friends and slowly began to lower her skirt. My mouth fell open as my shy wife slowly pulled off her skirt. Jim and Bill were equally shocked.

"Fooled you boys, didn't I?" was Wendy's taunt as it finally became clear that she had her suit bottoms on underneath the skirt. Wendy popped off her high heels and took off for the water. We watched her bounce all the way. It's a wonder her breasts didn't fall out of her top. Suddenly, both Jim and Bill were running out to join her. They had been equally prepared with their speedos under their shorts. I looked down at a pile of clothes then out to my sexy wife and coworkers. They were having a blast splashing each other with water.

I cursed myself for not being prepared like my wife and friends. I retreated to the room and pulled on my suit. As I headed back down, I ran into Greg and Pam. I told them to meet us out on the beach after they settled in.

As I walked outside onto the beach I noticed that Bill and my wife seemed to be wrestling out in the water. I didn't think much of it until he grabbed her by the waist from behind and pulled her against him. For a moment she struggled then as he said something to her she stopped. I entered the water to get a closer look and noticed that he had her ass pulled against the large bulge in his suit. As Bill continued to talk softly into my wife's ear I noticed that his hands had moved up her shapely body and were about to cup her large breasts. Wendy caught his hands before he reached his goal and held onto them. Clearly frustrated, Bill tried to gain their release. He was about to succeed when he noticed my arrival.

"Hi Rick," said Bill as he quickly backed away from Wendy.

"I see that you two were getting a little better acquainted," I teased.

Wendy blushed and Bill smiled and said, "She's a beauty." Bill didn't hang around for further conversation. He drove into the water and headed away from the shore.

I turned to Wendy a said, "Getting a little frisky, wasn't he?"

Wendy smiled and softly said, "A little."

"You didn't seem to mind too much," I added. Wendy giggled and splashed away. I gave chase. She stopped long enough to slap the water sending a big splash right into my face. I was pissed now. No mercy for my little tramp wife. My longer legs made short work of the distance between us and I soon had my sexy beautiful wife in the same hold that Bill used. Wendy stop trying to get away when I pressed the front bulge of my suit into the crack of her ass.

"So that's what it takes to get you to stop," I said.

"Unnmm," Wendy moaned. The suit bottom she wore had a thong back. The then material of my suit was all that separated my cock from her soft ass cheeks.

"You like to feel that big lump against you butt, don't you?" I teased.

"Lump maybe, but for big you better go get Bill," Wendy shot back.

"Oooh, so he showed you his stick did he?" I asked.

"Yessss, but it was more like a bat," she said softly.

"I see, so what did he say to you while he ground his bat against you?" I inquired.

Wendy moaned again as I rotated my hips against my hot wife. I was delighted when she let me move my hands up her waist and cup her great tits. At least she let me get this far with her. Wendy moaned again and said, "He said some naughty things to me."

"What did he say?" I asked anxiously.

"I shouldn't say," she teased

"Not even to your husband?" I returned.

"Well, there are some things a lady shouldn't talk about," Wendy said.

Before I could press my wife further, Greg and Pam joined us. My teasing little tramp would get hers later. As I looked at Greg and Pam, I nearly forgot my wife's teasing. Of course Pam was the one that got my attention. She was wearing a bikini that rivaled Wendy's in what it covered. While Wendy's suit was black and white, Pam's was bright red. It showed off her figure nicely. Pam is about the same height as Wendy but not quite as slender. That's not to say that she was fat. She definitely was not fat. Relative to Wendy I would guess her measurements to be about 38D-25-37. She looked hot.

We played around in the water for about almost an hour. The highlight was a round of wrestling where each wife would sit on the shoulders of her husband and then try to push the other couple over. We had a blast. Jim and Bill noticed our fun and decided to cut in. I wasn't surprised when Bill teamed up with Wendy. Greg and I watched our wives perched on our coworkers' shoulders try to wrestle each other down.

At one point Pam decided to play a little dirty. She managed to pop one of Wendy's tits out of her top. Wendy was unable to do anything about it without risking being pushed over. She didn't seem to mind, however. A few minutes later Wendy popped one of Pam's tits out. She made the mistake of trying to fix it and Wendy pushed her over with ease. Wendy raised her hands in triumph and although she knew we could see her breast she left it out.

Ironically, Bill wasn't aware of Wendy's exposure until Pam commented on her hard nipples. Bill craned his head to see but his view was blocked by her suit top. Bill was not to be outdone. He quickly rotated Wendy so that his face was now buried in her suit covered crotch. Wendy began to lightly bang on his head in an attempt to get him to stop. When that didn't work, she began to thrash around wildly. Finally she managed to make Bill lose his balance and fall over.

We all laughed loudly at the display. Wendy finally secured her breast back behind her suit top and pulled her suit bottom back into place. If Bill had had more time he would have pulled Wendy's bottom out enough to gain access to her pussy. We spent the rest of the afternoon lying on the beach and enhancing our tans. At about five we headed to the rooms to clean up and catch a nap. We agreed to meet at eight for dinner.

Back in the room all I could do was just stare at Wendy with a smile. She blushed and asked, "What are you gawking at?"

"My incredibly sexy wife," was my reply.

"So you like the new me, huh?" she asked.

"Terrific!" I said.

"Well, wait till you see what I wear tonight to dinner," Wendy said.

"I'm not sure I can wait for that," I said as I moved to caress her.

Wendy pushed me away gently and said, "Say it for later big boy, you'll need your strength when you see my outfit."

I was suddenly reminded about Wendy's little rendezvous with Bill. I was curious what Bill had said to her so I asked, "Now that I have you alone, tell me what Bill said to you when he grabbed you from behind."

Wendy smiled and said, "A girl never kisses and tells."

Distracted, I asked, "I didn't see you too kissing." I was beginning to get annoyed. I really didn't mind some harmless flirting. In fact, I found it a turn on to see Bill holding Wendy's ass against his cock bulge. What bothered me was that Wendy wouldn't tell me about it.

"We didn't, silly," said Wendy has she headed into the bathroom. She was avoiding me and I didn't care much for it. As I thought about what Bill might have said to Wendy I laid down on the bed and fell asleep. I awoke a little over an hour later. Wendy was asleep next to me still in her skimpy bikini. I took the opportunity to check out her great body. I was very proud of my wife. She was beautiful and she treated me like a king. I am a very lucky man.

I hit the shower, then shaved. While I was getting dressed, Wendy woke up. "You've got less than an hour, babe," I reminded her. I sat and watched TV while Wendy showered. She came out in her old robe with a towel on her head and said, "Honey, why don't you go on down and let me surprise you with my outfit." Reluctantly, I headed down.

Shortly after I seated myself in the lobby, Jim and Bill came down. Two minutes later Greg and Pam made an entrance. All eyes were glued to Pam as she swayed across the floor in a too tight spandex mini-dress. It was black and contrasted nicely with her long blond hair. The dress was very short and almost allowed the tops of her dark stockings to show. The neckline was low cut displaying the large valley between her big tits to its fullest. Her five inch black heels clicked as she walked across the floor. I had an instant hard on. She was dressed to thrill. Wendy now had some competition.

We waited another five minutes for my wife and then she made her appearance. I couldn't believe it. My shy demure wife walked into the lobby dressed like a very expensive hooker. As hot as Pam looked, Wendy took looking hot to a different level. She wore a black leather mini- skirt so short that you could see the beginnings of her ass. For a moment I thought she was wearing shorts but this was definitely a skirt. Wendy's legs were covered with black fishnet stockings and she wore six inch platform heels. Her breasts were covered by a black leather bustier with silver studs all over the cups. Her breasts bulged out of the top and her pink areolas were just barely covered. If Wendy was dressed to thrill then Wendy was just plan asking for sex.

I walked up to my wife and kissed her on the cheek. I know I was the envy of ever man within visual distance of Wendy. I admired the expert makeup job that she had applied a little heavier than usual. Her brown eyes looked very mysterious. Her beautiful brown hair was fluffed up big on top and it flowed around her shoulders and across the swells of her breasts. "You're sexy as hell, baby," I whispered to Wendy.

"Do I make you hard?" she whispered back.

"Most definitely," I replied.

"Good, I want that cock of yours buried in me at the earliest convenience," she demanded.

We joined the group and everyone complemented Wendy on her outfit. Even Pam seemed genuinely impressed. She conceded the hottest outfit contest gracefully. We all looked on with awe as we followed Wendy into the dining room. She had developed the sexiest walk and her ass looked great wiggling in that leather skirt.

We enjoyed dinner and then headed down the street to a dance club. Wendy and Pam drew stares from every man we saw. Wendy seemed to enjoy the looks. I noticed her smiling back at the men that looked although I don't think they ever looked up to see it. We had a ball dancing. In fact, I was tempted to take Wendy right on the dance floor when she pressed her fantastic body against me. Bill and Jim seemed to like dancing with the ladies as well. I even got to dance with Pam and I naturally had thoughts of sliding my hard cock into her several times.

Bill continued to flirt with Wendy. I knew that if she let him he would take whatever he could get from her. He did manage to get a few gropes of Wendy's ass and I think he tried to sneak a feel of her tits once. Wendy smiled all through it and fended him off as politely as she could. As the night wore on, her resistance wore down and Bill was a little more successful in learning the charms of her body. Every time I asked Wendy about Bill she continued to tease me by not saying anything. I was going to have to teach her a lesson for that.

After an hour had passed, Pam and Greg headed back to their room. I caught Greg and asked if everything was OK and he said that Pam was feeling a little ill. He figured it must have been some seafood that she ate. It was nothing serious and Greg said that he might return if Pam seemed OK back at the room.

Meanwhile, Wendy was still out on the dance floor. Now, she was dancing with a man I had never seen before. She looked sexy as she swayed to the upbeat tune. Wendy's lusty dance reminded me of the ones I'd seen at our hometown strip club. I halfway expected her to start striping at any minute. The evening went on and we all had a great time. The only problem was the lack of women. Greg returned and said that Pam was fine and a good night sleep would fix her up. Bill and Jim commented several times that they wished their wives were with us. I agreed. I was getting tired of sharing my wife. Wendy, however, was loving the attention of all the men. Not only the four of us but two or three others that she had danced with.

At two in the morning the place shut down. Bill suggested we head back to the hotel and have a nightcap in his room. Before I could say yea or nay, Wendy said, "Great idea, Bill." She looked at me and winked. I wondered what was on her mind.

We headed back to the hotel with somewhat unsteady steps. The booze had taken its toll. Nobody was fall down drunk but we were all feeling no pain. We all waited at Bill's door as he opened it. We watched with great pleasure, as Wendy's sexy ass wiggled into the room. We followed and found seats where we could. Bill raided the room's mini-bar and made the drinks. Wendy found the radio and began to search for a decent station. When a slow song with a hard driving beat boomed out, Wendy stepped away from the radio and began to sway. I was reminded again of the strip club. So was Bill.

"Wendy, you do that better than most of the girls at the stripclub," said Bill. Wendy smiled seductively and exaggerated her grind. "How about showing us what is underneath that outfit?" he added. I realized that Bill had just asked my wife to strip for him but it didn't seem to bother me. For some reason that thought bothered me. Was I getting off on watching my wife act slutty? I realized that that was exactly what was happening. I was proud of my beautiful wife and it turned me on that my coworkers were hot for her. Hell, I was hot for her. She did request that we have sex and that was when she was cold sober. I became more excited than I already was at the possibilities.

Wendy's Story

When Bill said, "How about showing us what's underneath that outfit?" I realized how far this had gone. Where do I go next? The evening was ripe for sex, and I had four wonderful men here that were more than willing to fulfill my every fantasy. The problem was that one of them was my husband. How would he feel? I know he had brought up me being with other guys while he watched, but that was fantasy. This could be real and very quickly!

I put on what I hoped was my sexiest smile and did a slow dance in front of each of the men, ending with Rick my husband. I slowly spread my legs around his and sat down on his lap facing him, my lips finding his as my crotch ground on the lump in his pants. I didn't care that the skirt had surely raised up to my waist and all the other guys were getting a first class view of my ass as I moved on Rick's shaft.

Rick's breath came in short gasps. "My God Wendy," he whispered, "What are you doing?"

I looked into his eyes and then put my mouth to his ear and whispered, "You're the one that wanted me sexy, and I'm enjoying it!" I took a second to run my tongue lightly over his ear before continuing, "You've said you want to see me with other guys, well here's your chance. You know they all want to fuck me! Is that what you want? Do you want to see me fucking other guys right here and now? It's your choice."

With that I raised myself off him, and with one final squeeze of my hand on his shaft I resumed my dancing in the middle of the floor. My hands slowly caressed up my legs and then over my sides. Never actually removing anything but showing small peeks of what was concealed there.

When I first left Rick, his face mirrored many different emotions. I wasn't sure which way he was going to go, but as I looked back at him I saw a smile on his face and he nodded yes. I was stunned my bluff had been called. I mouthed the words, "Are you sure?" He once again nodded yes.

I slowly resumed the dance, centering on Bill, he reached up and started to remove the bustier. As my breasts bounced to freedom, I knew this was the time yes or no. I looked at Rick and he again smiled and nodded. I resumed my dance in front of the men. My hands lightly caressing my breasts and my finger nails lightly pinching my nipples making them even harder than before.

My fingers unbuttoned the leather mini and slowly lowered it teasing gently by moving it down only to the junction of my thighs then back up slowly. Finally allowing it to drop. I stepped out of the skirt, and danced over to Jim, licking my lips as I undulated in front of him. I took his hands and put them on the top of the fishnet hose. Then I whispered to him, "I'd kind of like to have these off Jim."

I didn't have to ask twice. Jim lowered the hose, and I stepped out of them, left only with my silk bikini panties. I danced slowly to Greg and smiled as I said, "Greg there is only one thing left to take off. Will you do it for me?" He smiled and said, "Of course, but only if I can do it the way I want."

What could I do? I had to agree. "Ok," I said, "what do you want?" He motioned me close to him, and his head dipped to my belly as he took the top of the panties in his teeth drawing them down ever so slowly. I shuddered at the contact and my knees weakened. His breath was moving across my slit as he past it drawing the panties lower. I wanted to spread my legs, but I wanted the panties off also.

His tongue flicked out gently massaging my clit. I moaned and my back arched. The other guys started yelling "Hey, No fair!!!" I really didn't care this was the culmination of a day of sexual overload and I needed release badly. Greg lifted my body, and gently placed me on my back on the floor.

My panties were down around my knees, and he placed his head above them causing my legs to spread wide around him as his tongue worked lightly on my thighs and THEN.. His wonderful tongue flicked inside me and out over my clit causing me to scream. "My panties," I gasped, "Take them off!"

Greg looked up at me and laughed saying, "You're mine until I take them off!" I tried to kick my legs to free the panties, but I couldn't get them down in the position I was in and his tongue was advancing along my slit again.

I was building rapidly. My head was rolling gently on the floor and I kept repeating, "Oh My God," over and over again as his tongue drove me nearer to my orgasm.

My body tightened and I thrashed under him as the orgasm roared through me. I screamed one final time before he slowly removed his tongue and then gently pulled down the panties the rest of the way leaving me a panting heap on the floor.

As my senses slowly returned, I realized I was laying on my back spread eagle on the floor with all of my parts exposed. Should I be embarrassed? I think not! After all, the guys had just watched Greg lick me to a wonderful orgasm. What more could they possibly see than that? I lifted up on my elbows and as my eyes focused I realized that, not only was I naked, but so were all four guys. I felt like a girl in candy store. My God look at this. All just for me!!

There was my Rick with his shaft hard and pointing straight out. I knew that body well, it had given me many hours of pleasure; from his lips and tongue driving me to one orgasm after another, to his cock giving me such wonderful pleasure as it entered slowly inside my body. Spreading me so wonderfully as he went deep inside me.

Then there was Greg: very handsome and athletic. He was about 5'10 with wonderfully shaped muscles, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, slender hips and a wonderful shaft standing from a forest of black hair. That tongue, Oh My God did I ever remember that tongue.. Ummmmm Yummmy!!!

Jim, the workaholic of the bunch, you could tell, from his rather pasty complexion and slightly pudgy body that he didn't go in for outside activities or working out much. However, he had a very respectable shaft sticking out waiting to be used.

Then came the man of my fantasies. Bill! He stood 6'3 and weighed over 200 pounds. From his wavy black hair to his killer blue eyes. Strong muscular shoulders and chest. Down to a slim waist and narrow hips. But MY GOD the size of his shaft!! I had never seen its equal. My nipples began to harden and I felt my slit begin to moisten as I watched that big cock pulsing with his heart beat.

I slowly rolled to my stomach and got up on my hands and knees and made my way slowly to Bill, allowing the others to get a great look at all I had to offer and then some.

The closer I got the bigger it looked. The more I wanted it. The wetter I got. I was near enough that my hand reached out, my nails lightly caressing the length of him. My small hand tried to close around him but I couldn't make my fingers touch, so I had to be content to rub him slowly and softly. I looked up at him and said, "My God Bill you're huge! What would you like to do with that? Do you want to put it inside me?"

With that I lowered my head, my tongue flicked out sliding along the slit in that huge head. My mouth opened slowly and I took as much of him inside as I could. My teeth closed on the spongy tip of his penis and I bit down gently. My teeth scraping as I moved my head slowly up and down.

"Ohhhhh Fuckkkk," he groaned as he tried to push further into my mouth. My fingers slid down caressing his sack gently. I watched in awe as his shaft grew even bigger and his gorgeous body began to shift in the chair. I slowly and reluctantly pushed him out of my mouth. My lips slid slowly and gently over his head, my tongue giving one more slow lick.

Bill looked down and said "Jesus Wendy don't stop now. I'm so close to cumming!" My fingers closed gently around him again as I said, "I've got a better place to put this monster than in my mouth..!" I stood slowly in front of him and stretched my 5'1 105 pound body .

I raised my hands above my head and did a slow turn for him.

I was proud of my body, I worked out a lot and my 34-22-33 frame showed it. The skin was stretched tightly over my slender frame. My brown hair hung loosely to my shoulders. Since I do a lot of swimming I had shaved my pussy, and I caught Bill staring at it.

"What are you looking at Bill?" I teased. My hands slid down and I lightly rubbed my clit before using my fingers to spread my lips as wide as I could.

"I get the feeling you want to fuck me Bill. Do You?" I asked with a grin. His answer was a slow smile and his hand wrapped around his shaft slowly stroking himself. He looked at me and said "Baby I want to fuck you until you can't see straight." My nipples tingled and my pussy gushed at the mere thought.

I approached Bill and slowly turned my back to him. I spread my legs and sat down on his lap, trapping that wonderful cock between my legs. I could feel his shaft rubbing on my clit as he moved his hips gently under me. My hand reached down and I gripped his cock slowly moving from the base to the tip. I looked down and the head of his shaft was nearly touching my belly button.

I looked over at Rick as my hand continued to rub Bill gently. "Is this what you want baby? Do you want to see Bill fuck your little wife?" My hand slowly pulled Bill's shaft out until it pointed at Rick, "Can I take it all? You always say how tight I am. Can he bury this big cock in my little hole? God, I hope so. I want you to see him fuck me silly." Bill groaned under me as my hands continued to work on him.

Rick looked positively stunned. His hand was slowly stroking his own shaft as I talked to him. I could see his attention was focused on Bill's cock sticking up along my belly as I stroked it.

I looked down and noticed a bit of precum on the head of Bill's cock. Taking my finger I slowly wiped it off, and holding my hand up for Rick to see. I slid the finger into my mouth and licked it clean. Rick barely managed a moan.

Bills right hand slid around me. His fingers touched my hard nipples lightly, toying with them, pinching them, making them harder still. His lips were on the back of my neck kissing me gently sucking on my skin. His left hand then moved around me and slid slowly over my wet slit. I moaned as he teased me with his large blunt fingers, first pushing one inside me just a bit then removing it. Getting it wet with my juices. His right hand continued to gently massage my breasts first one then the other, His fingers pinching and tugging gently on my nipples.

My head leaned back against him and I moaned in total submission. His left hand slowly moved. His wet finger found my clit. My body jerked in his grasp. My hair whipped as my head rolled and I screamed from the force of the orgasm that rolled through me. Slowly I slumped forward, but he wouldn't allow it. His muscular arms held me in a tight embrace. His lips touched my ear and he spoke. I had to strain to gather my wits to hear what he said, but when I did it sent shivers through me.

His soft voice massaged my inner ear, his breath warm and exciting as he whispered. "I've wanted you for a long time Wendy. Tonight you're mine! I'm going to make love to you all night."

I groaned as he pulled me back against his body, his hands immediately finding both my nipples and my clit again. The feelings exploded! My hips writhed under his expert touches. Beyond caring anymore I screamed out, "Ohhh Fuckkk! Bill please, you're going to make me cum again." Just before the waves of my third orgasm of the night washed over me I heard a moan.

Straining my few alert facilities I realized it was Rick. I watched as his hand massaged his cock and he came. His cock pulsed and the come flew up into the air falling back on his thighs and hands. He was squirming in the chair and watching Bill and I. Although I doubted he was really seeing us.

I squirmed on Bills lap, my fingers caressing his shaft as his wonderful hands worked me to yet another orgasm.

My body was limp. I was moaning softly, as again I heard Bills voice, "That was for you baby. This is for me!" I groaned as he picked me up and carried me to the bed, laying me gently sideways on the bed with my legs hanging over the side. I was on overload. My pussy was still pulsing gently from the last time I came.

I opened my legs and drew them back. Looking down between them as Bill slowly advanced holding his shaft with one hand and gently rubbing my clit with the other. His head touched my outer lips, I moaned loudly. Bill applied pressure and I felt his head slip all the way in. My eyes rolled back and my body shook as I screamed at him to fuck me.

Bill paused for a moment, looking over at Rick he said; "What do you think Rick. Do I fuck this pretty little wife of yours?" Rick looked at him and said, "Give her what she wants! Give her that big cock! Make her Cum!"

With that Bill pushed harder and he slid slowly inside me. Then he pulled back until just the tip was in. Then back inside. I was getting the feeling of penetration on every slow teasing stroke. Deeper and deeper he went each time. I was being stretched as never before. My body felt locked to him. I tried to move but couldn't. The most I could manage was to cling to him and pant as he drove in and out of me.

Then it started! OH God did it ever! I started to cum! My body was released I screamed and thrashed under him. Trying to get away yet holding him to me begging him. For what I had no idea. Saying his name over and over again.

Bill grunted and said, "Wendy I'm going to fill that little pussy with cum." The last thing I remember was screaming, "Yes! Oh God Yes! Fuck me!"

Then my world went black.

There I was with my cock thrusting into my coworker's wife as he watched. Wendy was a very sexy woman and she knew how to work my cock. She was also very vocal during sex and that was too much for me. I gave her one final thrust and began to pump the biggest cum load of my life into her exquisite body. My first blast triggered Wendy's orgasm and it was so intense that she passed out. My pride swelled when I realized that I was responsible for her intense pleasure.

I rolled off Wendy and watched her unconscious form breath raggedly. Her pussy was blood red and her juice flowed steadily from her opening. I watched with amazement as Wendy's pussy began to throb with her heartbeat. Soon streams and clumps of my cum started pulsing out and flowing over her pretty asshole. She came around gradually, moaning about how wonderful she felt. I looked at her face and she returned my gaze with a look of adoration. She said, "Thanks, baby for making me feel so wonderful."

"You're so welcome pretty lady," I said and added, "Remember, I intend to continue making love to you all night long."

Wendy sat up and put her hands back for support. "I'm ready whenever you are," she said. She looked around the room and asked, "How about the rest of you. Do you think you can give Bill a hand here?"

"I was hoping you would ask that," said Jim.

"You didn't think we would let Bill have all the fun, did you?" added Greg.

"Don't forget me," said Rick who was busy wiping the load of cum from his hands that he had blown while watching his wife fuck me.

Jim moved to the bed and sat down on the other side of Wendy. I got up as she turned to him and began to stroke his hard cock. Even though he was hard, she still stuffed the thing into her mouth and sucked. I watched as she expertly licked the shaft with her flicking tongue. She inflamed him with her words of encouragement, "I love your big cock, baby. Would you like to put it inside my pussy or do you want me to just suck you until you cum in my mouth. I would love it either way. I really want to taste your sweet cum but I also want to feel your big cock deep in my womb."

"Oh Wendy you are the sexiest woman I have ever been with," said Jim. His statement impressed me because Jim's wife was pretty hot. Jim pulled Wendy's face off his cock and up to his own. They kissed as Wendy straddled Jim. Her pussy was on the hunt and I watched with amusement as her undulating hips squirmed around until her pussy had found the head of Jim's cock. Once aligned she impaled herself. The whole process was done while Wendy kissed Jim passionately. Her pussy seemed to be on auto pilot.

Wendy broke the kiss and rose up allowing all of her weight to push her down over Jim's cock. With it now buried deep in her sloppy pussy she began to whip her hips forward and then backward giving Jim's cock the one hell of a ride. I couldn't believe how talented Wendy was with her body. I was reminded of a belly dancer. I looked over at Rick and he had a big smile on his face. He knew what Jim was going through.

"Do you like that, baby?" asked Wendy.

"Oh shit, woman, what are you doing to me with your pussy?" asked Jim.

"I'll take that as a yes," said Wendy as she increased the pace of her undulating pelvis. She moved so fast it was a blur.

"OH..OH..OH..OW..OH..OW..SHHHIIIITTT..FFUUCCKK..III'MMM..GONNNNNA..CUM," moaned an overloaded Jim.

Wendy quickly popped off Jim and in one motion took his cock into her mouth to the root and buried her nose into his pubic hair. Jim thrust his pelvis against her face as he came. For about thirty seconds Jim held his ass about six inches off the bed and not only supported his own weight but that of Wendy's head and upper body as well. She held her head perfectly still as Jim coated her throat with several jets of cum. Finally Jim relaxed onto the bed and Wendy pulled her mouth off his cock. She smiled at Jim and said, "Yummy, thanks for the lovely taste."

As Jim left Wendy on the bed, Rick and Greg both advanced to take his place. They looked at each other as they reached the bed neither one wanting to yield Wendy to the other. Wendy solved the problem by saying, "I want both of you." She arranged Rick on his back then went to her purse and retrieved some love oil. She rubbed liberal amounts onto Rick's cock then greased up her cute backdoor. Wendy then laid on top of her husband with her back against his body. She reached down and rubbed Rick's rock hard cock against her rosebud. With a little effort and a few squeaks from Wendy the tool was soon embedded in her bowels. She then placed her hands back on either side of Rick to support her body as he pumped her ass.

Greg watched with fascination but with puzzlement. I assumed he wasn't sure what to do. Wendy motioned for him to come to her. Greg crawled onto the bed, straddled Rick's legs and knealt in front of Wendy's bouncing pussy. She helped him guide his cock into her opening. Once he was in, Wendy lay back on her husband and just let them take her. Rick and Greg set up a rhythm and began a steady assault on Wendy's holes. After some time I got up from my chair to get a better look. Wendy's pussy and asshole were beet red and covered with a sloppy froth of her juices and Rick and Greg's precum. Each successive thrust seemed to churn up the juices into a sexual whipped cream.

Wendy hadn't said anything during the lengthy penetrations. She looked to be having chain orgasms and her face was a mask of painful pleasure. The boys had been quiet also save for a steady cadence of grunts as they shafted the delicate creature between them. That changed when Greg began to wail. Suddenly he pulled out of Wendy's pussy and began to hose her down from head to belly button. It is a perfect description because it looked like a fire hose dousing a burning building. I never saw a man cum so much. In my sexually overwhelmed state I imagined that as each rope of cum hit the hot Wendy it sizzled as the liquid tried to cool her skin.

Greg's release triggered Rick's build up. A moment later he pulled out and arced his contribution onto Wendy's tits and belly. Once he was drained, Rick slid out from under his cum covered wife and kissed her full lips. Greg and Rick left her to recover from the continuous orgasms that threatened to take her consciousness again. Once Wendy's breathing had returned to normal, she began to clean herself up. She used her hands to collect the sexual juices from her body and then feed them to her mouth. All four of us watched the nasty sight as Wendy removed every clump and string of cum from her beautiful sexy body.

If you thought that that was it, you forgot my promise. After a short rest and a few drinks we started over again. Wendy was like a nymphomaniac. I think Rick was having second thoughts about allowing his wife to have sex with other men. She couldn't get enough of us. At one point we each had our cocks buried in this sexy creature. I was in her ass, Jim was in her pussy and she had both Rick and Greg in her mouth. We even nearly succeeded in getting two cocks in her pussy while I fucked her ass. This proved to be too difficult to sustain. If we weren't all doing Wendy at once then we did her one or two at a time. When the sun finally began to peak through the curtains the other three men were exhausted. Wendy and I were still going strong. Rick was definitely one hell of a lucky dude to have an insatiable wife like Wendy.

At about six Jim, Greg and Rick cleared out and left as Wendy gave me yet another full throat blow job. Rick told Wendy that he was worn out and for her to join him when she was ready. We were scheduled to play golf at two that afternoon. We agreed to meet for lunch at twelve thirty and then head for the golf course. After another half hour I told Wendy that I needed some rest. I figured that she would leave but she asked if she could stay in bed with me and I agreed. She was something to cuddle with, soft and warm.

I manage to sleep for a few hours but it seemed like more. There is nothing like a night of hard sex to make you sleep like a baby. When I awoke, Wendy was gone. I showered and dressed and was the first one down to the lobby of the hotel. Jim joined me after a few minutes followed by the two couples. Both ladies looked terrific despite the separate ordeals each had faced the night before. I couldn't help smiling at Wendy and she smiled back with a lusty look that said last night was only the beginning. Rick noticed and didn't seem to share his wife's enthusiasm. Pam looked chipper. I wondered if she had found out about the goings on at my room.

We enjoyed a nice lunch at the country club and then left the girls for our round of golf. I couldn't help watching the two ladies strutting away in their short dresses, butts wiggling sexily. I turned to notice that my three friends were watching the same thing.

What a terrible way to start a vacation. After the night club I felt so ill that Greg took me back to our room and helped me undress and put me to bed. He offered to stay with me. "No! It's not fair that you be tied up like that. You go back and enjoy yourself. I'll be fine." So he kissed me gently then tucked me in and left. I was asleep in less time than it takes to tell it.

I awoke once about 2am and realized Gregg wasn't back yet, but I was too worn down to even think and very shortly I was back asleep. Sometime after that I was disturbed by someone crawling into the bed and hugging me gently. Greg was back. Apparently Greg had set our travel alarm, because about 11:30 I was roused from sleep by an irritating buzzing. "I'm going to kill that clock," I thought.

Rolling over I started to gently tickle Greg blowing in his ear and saying, "Come on Greg, you're the one that set the alarm. What's going on?"

He slowly pulled himself over to me and as we cuddled said, "We're having lunch with everyone at 12:30. Do you feel OK?" I giggled as my hand slid down his belly and caressed his shaft and sack gently. "What do you think?" I asked.

As my hand rubbed him I became aware that his hair was sticky and matted to his lower belly. "What happened last night?" I wondered out loud.

Greg actually blushed. My Greg! Good lord. I stopped rubbing him and rolled over on top of him. My nipples grazing his hard chest causing them to harden instantly. I sat up straddling his waist and started to tease him. "Tell me what happened," I repeated, my fingers slowly teasing his nipples.

He moaned softly and gave me a short view of the previous evening. Good Lord I thought. Wendy!? The girl that always seemed so straight? Greg and I had swapped on occasion and I know he had wanted to talk to Rick about it, but they always seemed too, I don't know, "Uptight" I guess.

This could be an interesting vacation for sure. Realizing our time was getting short, we went into the shower and soaped each other up and I used the washcloth to gently clean away the caked on love juices from the night before. Of course I did manage to tease him a bit as I was doing it. If only we had time! But no it was late.

I asked Greg what he thought I should wear today and he said, "I don't know what your feelings are about it, but it appears this could be a very sexy vacation. Is that something you want?" I thought barely a moment and replied: "Are you asking me if I want to swap with your friends? The answer was "Yes!!" My answer was also a very quick "YES!!!" I was getting excited just thinking about it and I pulled out a sexy short dress and garter belt and hose.

On the way down we ran into Rick and Wendy. I had to look twice at her. God she had changed. Her trim little body was dressed in a thigh length skirt and the blouse she had on made it very obvious that she wore no bra. I was actually a bit jealous, her smaller breasts were tight with no visible sag, and the nipples were very erect against the nearly see through fabric of the blouse. I had never seen her like that, and I estimated the size of her breasts as B's possibly C's, but no bigger. My D cup would never stand up like that.

We met Jim and Bill in the lobby and I couldn't help but notice the look that passed between Bill and Wendy. I turned to Greg and said, "What was that all about?" He smiled and said "You should have seen those two last night! They put on quite a show."

After an initial round of pleasantries, we sat down to a perfectly lovely lunch. The wine and the conversation flowing freely. Two things were fairly obvious, first Rick appeared to be a bit sullen and second Wendy couldn't keep her eyes off Bill.

I made myself a promise to find out what had happened last night. As the guy's tee time approached. I leaned over to Wendy and said, "What are we going to do while these guys play golf? Do you want to go do a bit of shopping?"

Wendy said "I think I'd rather just go soak in the pool if that's OK with you."

I must admit that sounded great, just to relax in the warm water for the afternoon. Of course it also made it easier for me to pry. My hand slid slowly up Greg's leg and I cupped him under the table squeezing gently as my lips sought out his ear. I whispered, "Now don't you get all tired out! I've got to get some use out of this thing later!" I giggled as his body sat upright and he struggled to stay still.

"Damn you Pam!" he whispered, "It's going to be hard to concentrate on golf now." I just laughed as Wendy and I took our leave of the guys and headed for our rooms. Each of us adding a bit more sway to our hips than usual. Wendy and I parted in the lobby with a promise to meet in the pool as soon as we changed.

I watched as Wendy walked down the corridor. "What has come over her?" I wondered. Usually a conservative dresser with an reserved manner. Her dress and carriage now made every guy she passed turn and admire her. What a change.

As I entered our room, my thoughts were full of what Greg had told me last night. How Wendy had danced for the guys performing a very sexy strip tease for them, before they all enjoyed her, many times if he wasn't exaggerating. I stood in front of the mirror, and my blouse slid slowly from my shoulders. Reaching back I unhooked my bra and slid it down my arms. Ahhhhh the freedom felt wonderful. My hands slowly massaged my breasts. My finger tips teasing the puffy nipples gently.

My hands lowered, sliding my skirt down and then my panties. I stood naked in front of the mirror. My fingertips moved gently down my belly and along my slit, tips just touching my clit massaging gently. I couldn't get the thought of Wendy out of my mind. "God I wish Greg were here," I thought as I shuddered through a small orgasm. "Lord look at the time," I thought as my mind cleared. Reaching into the drawer I took out a light blue bikini and slid it into place as I got ready to leave.

Looking in the mirror one last time I was pleased, and I wondered what the vacation would bring. Grabbing a towel I locked the door behind me and headed for the pool. Wendy was there ahead of me, and she looked absolutely wonderful. She had a white, rather modest, two piece on. It highlighted her slender little body, and the contrast of the white suit and her tanned skin was wonderful.

I took the chaise beside her and sat down leaning back as I enjoyed the warmth from the sun. Our conversation was limited for a brief period as we settled down and relaxed, each with our own thoughts. The pool was practically deserted and I noticed there was no one in the hot tub on the pool apron. "Come on Wendy. Let's try the hot tub," I said as I stood up.

"Sure," she said and held out her hand for me to help her up. Our hands met and a gentle tingle passed through me as I pulled her up. "AHHHHHHHHH," I moaned as I settled into the warmth of the water. Wendy agreed. "God this feels great!" she said as she slumped against the side of the tub. "My whole body aches." This was my chance. "Why is that?" I asked.

I was aware of Wendy watching me under half closed eye lids, finally she said: "It was a long night."

Now was the time….. "Yes I know," I said, "Greg told me." Her eyes popped open and she blushed a bright red. "He told you about what?" she asked.

I laughed as I said, "I assume he told me about everything. It sounded like quite an evening. I wish I had been there." Slowly I managed to draw her out until she was telling me about the events of the previous night in great detail.

"I didn't know I could cum so much!" she said. "I came on their tongues, their fingers and their shafts. It was amazing!" She went on to explain that her and Rick had talked about it a lot and finally it had happened. He had watched her with other men. I, in turn, told her about me and Greg. She shook her head in amazement, "I never would have guessed."

The afternoon was wearing on, and I suggested before the guys get back that since we had the time, we go enjoy a sauna. She readily agreed.

We stood in the locker room and removed our suits. I couldn't resist a look at her. Her small body was wonderfully proportioned. Slim but not by any means skinny. We went to the gym nearly every day together and it seemed to be paying off for both of us. I stood and stretched and noticed Wendy looking at me. "What?" I asked.

She blushed and said, "I wish my breasts were bigger like yours."

It was my turn to blush and I said, "Don't be silly. You're gorgeous just the way you are." Her head lowered and she said. "Thank you. So are you."

There was only one other woman in the sauna as we entered, and we exchanged a few pleasantries and then settled back in the warmth. It wasn't but a few minutes before we were alone. "Do you mind if I take the towel off?" I asked.

"Of course not," came the reply.

I hung the towel on a hook and laid back on the bench with Wendy watching every move I made. "Now it's your turn," I said. There was a heartbeat's hesitation then her towel was also gone and we were both naked laying on the benches.

As our eyes met, her smile was a bit shy and hesitant, but none the less I noticed her eyes slide down my body much as mine were doing to her. I could envision why Greg said he enjoyed her so much. I hadn't been with another woman since my college days, and then only halfheartedly, but there was something about the woman Wendy had become. Something at the same time childlike yet mature, innocent yet sexy. I wondered……. "How would you like a massage?" I asked.

"I'd love it" she said. She sat up on the bench, and I moved behind her spreading my legs around her hips as I sat in back of her. My thighs were touching her hips as my hands began to massage her shoulders. Gently kneading the muscles, slowly moving her neck from side to side. "Ummmmmmmmm," she moaned, "That's wonderful."

Wendy lay back against me, and I felt her warm skin caress my nipples causing them to harden instantly. My hands moved slowly along her sides to her belly my fingers massaging gently. Then higher. Touching her breasts, my hands cupping them gently as my fingers massaged her nipples.

She tightened for just a moment and I thought, "Damn I've gone to far!" But then she moaned and her body squirmed against me. Wendy's head was tilted back, and I slowly lowered my lips to hers kissing her gently.

"I've n n n..never…" she stuttered. I put my finger over her lips and said. "I know.. Shhhh let's go back to the room." We didn't even bother to shower until we got back to the room.

When we reached Wendy's room, I slowly removed her suit then my own. Leading her into the shower, I adjusted the water temperature and began to wash her from head to foot. My soapy hands massaged first her breasts then her buttocks. Avoiding her slit I soaped her thighs then down her legs. My hands slowly moved back up, gently my soapy hands massaged her slit washing her completely. Wendy moaned and slumped against me. Her hips moving gently on my hand. We kissed gently, then she took the soap and washed me. My body was shaking under her gentle touch and I nearly swooned when her hand contacted my clit.

We hurriedly dried each other and went to the bed laying side by side as our hands lightly caressed and explored each others bodies. Our lips met gently as I rolled over on top of Wendy. My hard nipples touching hers rubbing softly along them. My tongue slid out lightly touching her ear then down her throat licking gently.

Moving lower– my hand gently lifted her breast as my lips kissed under it. My tongue licked gently along the nipple teeth closing gently. Her skin felt so warm and soft on mine. She was arching her back and moaning softly as my lips wandered lower. My tongue darted inside her belly button and then my lips lightly removed the moisture I had left.

Moving lower– my tongue slid flatly along her slit just on the outer lips, barely touching. Wendy spread her legs wide, and I kissed gently down her right thigh then back up her left. My warm breath blew gently on her clit and she shuddered. My tongue flicked out and she screamed as it touched her clit, at first gently then more firmly. Turning it, pulling it with my tongue and then biting gently with my teeth. Wendy came.

Her body lifted and hung suspended. A moan coming from deep inside her. Then she dissolved. Twisting and heaving her body thrashing under my mouth. "Oh Godddd," she kept repeating. My tongue continued to gently lick her as she came down slowly. "I didn't know," she said, "Oh God I didn't know!"

I moved slowly up her body enjoying the feel of our smooth skin making contact. Then Wendy rolled me over and straddled my head with her thighs and began to kiss and lick me. My hands grasped her slim hips pulling her down as my body throbbed under her ministrations. I moaned into her folds as I came the first time. Then again and yet again..

Suddenly Wendy wasn't there anymore. "Whattttttt?" I thought. I became aware of movement on the bed beside me as my eyes focused I saw Bill. His big hands held Wendy's slim hips and he had them lifted so only her head and shoulders were on the bed. Her legs were spread wide around him being held up by his arms.

His cock. My god it was huge. The shaft stood straight from his muscular body and it throbbed gently as he rubbed the head along Wendy's slit. I was aware of hands grasping me also, then the wonderful feeling of being penetrated. He slid deeper and deeper into me spreading me deliciously. I looked up to see Rick smiling down at me. I turned my head and watched as Bill drove that great cock into Wendy with one fast motion. She screamed as his balls slapped on her upturned ass. He moved slowly out and then drove deep again. "Don't hurt her Bill," Rick said. "No don't stop him!" Moaned Wendy. Her body trying to match his movements.

I had never seen anyone being fucked before. Making love yes, but not this. Wendy was being fucked. Hard and fast. Bills long shaft drove into her little body. Her thighs strained as she came. Her mouth was working but no sounds were coming out.

My hand found hers as I shuddered through another orgasm myself. Rick's respectable cock was deep inside me. Driving me through orgasm after orgasm.

Wendy's eyes passed over me obviously not seeing as she screamed into a final massive cum. Bill too groaned and ground even deeper into her thrashing body obviously cumming deep inside her. To be followed shortly by Rick inside me.

What an incredible first day. It started the minute I met Rick's beautiful wife Wendy. At that time, I never would have thought that hours later I would find my cock buried in her perfect body. What a fantastic woman she is. That first night of our trip was a dream come true. I must admit that I felt guilty the next day. I thought of my wife Kim. I knew she would be shocked to hear about what the five of us did. She would probably kill me if she found out that I had been unfaithful. I just didn't know what I'd say to her that night when she arrived.

The golf game that day was great fun but I didn't shoot very well. I guess my mind was on my wife. I wished there was a way to get her involved in these sexy encounters. After the game I spent a little time in my room cleaning up. Just as I was getting dressed, the phone rang. It was Pam.

"Why don't you come over to my room Jim," she said in a sultry voice. All thoughts of my wife faded as I thought of Greg's sexy wife.

"I'll be there in a minute," I said and was there in less than 30 seconds. I knocked on the door and she answered wearing absolutely nothing. Before I could get my mouth working, she pulled me into the room, pressed her incredible body against me and welded her full lips against mine. Her tongue pushed between my lips and began to explore my mouth. I was hard instantly.

As our tongues jousted together, I grabbed her tight ass and she reached down and began to rub my cock. After a few minutes of the incredible kiss Pam broke free and said, "Oh baby, I want your cock." Pam dropped to her knees and quickly had me out of my shorts. Her warm mouth was soon around my cock. She sucked me with more passion than I thought possible. Suddenly she stood up and without saying a word led me to the bed. She resumed her efforts on my cock taking the entire length into her throat. Pam alternated this deep throating action with tongue baths on my balls and asshole. It was incredible. As hot as Wendy had been the night before, Pam was on fire.

"Oh Jim, I've got to have you inside me," said Pam as she straddled my cock and impaled herself on it. She shuddered as my length disappeared into her womb. Pam began to ride my shaft with wild abandon. Her hard breathing was punctuated by heavy intakes of air accompanied by high pitched sounds. "Ohh, your cock feels so good stretching my pussy. I can feel you deep inside, baby!" she said.

"Pam, I love these big tits," I said as I pulled on her hard nipples. She squeaked with each pull and her pussy clamped down on my rock hard cock.

"Annh, Annh, Yeeaaa, pull on my big tits," Pam said as she began to increase the pace of her thrusts onto my cock. At this rate I new we were both going to cum soon. Her moans became louder and I couldn't take any more. I thrust my pelvis up against hers, burying my cock as deep as it would go into her womb and began to pulse out my cum. This triggered Pam's release and I felt her very competent pussy clamp down and milk my cock of every last ounce of seed. Finally she collapsed against my chest and rested. Her pussy continued to spasm around my rapidly shrinking cock. God, it felt good.

Suddenly I noticed Bill and Greg in the room. They must have entered while Pam and I had our sense numbing orgasms. Quickly they began to undress. I said, "You boys gonna assist me in wearing out this beautiful creature?"

Pam looked up finally realizing that we were not alone, smiled and said, "Allll riiiight! Now I'm going to get my fill of cock." She rolled off me and went right to work on Bill's huge monster while stroking her hubby's shaft with her hand. She switched back and forth sucking these two objects of her lust for several minutes. Finally, she stopped and said, "Do you boys think you could find a nice place inside me to put these beauties?"

With that request, Bill laid on the bed and pulled Pam on top of him. In less time then it takes to tell it, she had his big monster buried in her pussy. Greg grabbed a bottle of sex lube and rubbed down his cock and Pam's backdoor and then eased his considerable shaft into her asshole. For a moment both men paused with their cocks buried balls deep inside Pam. Greg said, "How does it feel, hun, to be so filled up?"

Pam seemed to have difficulty speaking as she croaked, "Iiittts sssoooo ggoooddd." Her impaled body began to squirm on the two rock hard shafts giving Greg and Bill the go ahead to work her good. I watched the junction between all three bodies as those big cocks slowly entered and withdrew. Bill and Greg set up a rhythm. I watched with amazement as the two cocks pressed into Pam taking the rim of her two holes inside with each plunge. When they pulled out, the skin reappeared and was stretched thin around the shafts. Pam moaned and moaned, "Give it to me. Fill me like the slut I am." Her words caused my semi-hard cock to wake up. I walked around and knelt on the bed, my cock just inches from Pam's mouth. She didn't hesitate to suck it into her mouth. The feeling of her humming throat was tremendous. If I hadn't just blown my load into Pam's pussy then I would have blown it quickly now as she sucked me.

We worked Pam steady and hard for about fifteen minutes. Pam seemed to be tireless but I could tell that Greg was getting tired and so was I. Bill just took in the great feelings lying on his back. Greg began to pick up the pace. I grabbed Pam's head and began to give her a real face fuck. Inside of two minutes I could feel the beginnings of my second orgasm. I pulled out of Pam's throat and began to furiously jack my cock. "Shoot it all over my face," commanded Pam. Three more strokes and I plastered her face with three good strings of my white goo. I rested my cock head on her tongue and let the last dribbles flow into her mouth. She licked me clean and swallowed down my sperm.

Greg was next. He gave Pam one last thrust deep in her ass and unloaded. When he finally pulled free only a small clump of cum escaped her asshole. The rest was deposited deep within her bowels. The same couldn't be said for Bill's load. When he finally flooded Pam's womb to overflowing, much of his load and some of my first load was forced back out over Bill's cock. Pam, ever the tidy wife, pulled herself off Bill and used her mouth to vacuum the spilled seed off Bill's cock, balls and asshole. When she was through he was clean as a whistle. Pam smiled at Bill and I and expressed her thanks.

Bill said, "Thank you sweet lady." He quickly added, "We've got to get a move on, Jimmy boy. The wives are do at the airport in an hour."

I nodded and Pam suddenly looked very disappointed. "Please don't go so soon," she whimpered.

"Sorry, baby," Bill said, "I'm sure Greg can keep that horny body of yours occupied for a while. We've got a whole week ahead of us. I guarantee that there will be another gang bang in your future."

Pam brightened and said, "I'll hold you boys to that. Greg, if you don't see to it then I'll probably end up on the streets looking for strange cock."

"Don't worry, hun, we'll give you all the cock you want," said Greg.

Bill and I dressed as Pam and Greg cuddled on the bed. I asked, "Pam, what's planned for the evening?"

Pam responded, "Wendy and I were talking about seeing a play over at the arts center. Rick is going and I hope Greg is." She looked at her husband with one of those looks that said, "Your going or no more nooky." It wasn't much of a threat from my perspective. I knew that Pam was one of those women who craved sex whenever she could get it. Greg nodded at the invitation and Pam hugged him, mashing her big tits into his chest.

I said, "Well, I guess we'll see you when we see you." They both waved blindly at us as they embraced in a passionate kiss.

The last words Bill and I heard as the door closed behind us were, "Put it in me, baby."

Bill told me that he would meet me in the lobby in ten minutes after he changed clothes. I used the time to wash the remnants of Pam's juices off my cock. I didn't want my wife to find the results of heavy fucking on my body.

I met Bill in the lobby and as we headed out the door to retrieve the rental car he said, "I just got a message from my wife Samantha. It seems that she missed her flight and now is stranded in Orlando for the night."

I said, "That's too bad. When will she arrive?"

"She'll arrive late tomorrow morning," Bill replied.

I said, "Listen, you don't have to come along if you don't want to." Bill responded, "No, that's OK. I don't have anything else to do."

"That's great, because there is something that I wanted to talk to you about," I said as we got into the car.

"Oh yeah, what's that?" he said as I started the car and headed for the airport.

I told Bill about how bad I felt for being unfaithful to Kim and how I wasn't sure what to say to her. I was aware that Bill and his wife Sam had an open relationship. I had seen the open relationships that Pam and Greg and Rick and Wendy had. I confessed that I was envious and wished that Kim and I had the same relationship.

Bill asked if I thought Kim would be interested in an open relationship. I figured that she would be against that sort of life style based on her traditional upbringing. Bill said that a traditional upbringing meant very little if Kim was a passionate woman. I confessed that although she acted the very proper lady in public that she did let her hair down in private if she was turned on. Bill said that all I needed to do was find another guy to turn her on and take her to bed. After that, she might suggest the open relationship.

"Great idea," I said, "and I know just who the guy should be." I gestured to Bill.

"Me?" he said with surprise.

"Yeah, you," I said. I went on to explain that I trusted Bill and that Kim knew him and had said on occasions the she enjoyed his company. Who better to introduce my shy traditional wife to the joys of extramarital sex?

Bill seemed very surprised but acknowledged that he would love to have sex with Kim. He confessed to being very attracted to her fresh youthful looks and attractive figure. He said it might be fun to seduce a reluctant woman to bed.

As we parked the car at the airport and got out I asked that Bill take care with Kim. I didn't want her hurt. He agreed to be very gentle. I suggested that we have dinner on the way to the hotel and then after Kim was settled in, we might spend some time at the pool. I said that I would excuse myself to go do something and leave the two of them alone. Bill agreed to my plans. I asked if he would mind if I watched the two of them have sex. He said that would be fine and gave me a key to his room. He suggested that I hide in the closet. My last request was that Bill wear a condom. I explained that Kim was not on the pill and that was our typical means of birth control. He agreed. I told him that I would leave a package of condoms in his bathroom.

We waited for ten minutes at the gate before the flight arrived. I felt a lot better now that Bill and I had made our plans. Now, I couldn't wait to see my lovely wife and take her into my arms. Shortly, the wait was over. I squeezed Kim harder than I could remember and gave her a passionate kiss. When I finally let her go, she stepped back and said, "Wow, what a welcome. Its only been two days Jim."

"I missed you, baby," I replied gesturing to Bill.

They embraced and Bill kissed Kim on the cheek and said, "You look beautiful, Kim."

Kim blushed and said, "Thanks Bill, its good to see you again." She added, "Bill, wasn't Sam supposed to be on the plane with me?"

Bill said, "That's right but something came up and she missed the plane. She won't arrive now until tomorrow."

Kim frowned and said, "That's a shame." Bill nodded.

"How about something to eat?" I asked.

Kim brightened and said, "Great! I'm very hungry. First I would like to go to the ladies."

"Sure," I said. Bill and I waited for Kim while she was in the lady's room.

"Wow, Kim is a very beautiful woman, Jim," said Bill. I nodded and Bill continued, "I know she is in her mid twenties but she has the face of a teenager. I love those cute freckles and those deep blue eyes. I bet you could see those crystal blues from a block away."

Kim returned and we headed for the car. I caught Bill checking out Kim's body as if for the first time. It was understandable. There was a good chance that he would get to know that body a great deal more. We stopped at a seafood restaurant on the way to the hotel and had a nice meal. Bill and Kim chatted endlessly and I became aware of the fact that he was paving the way for seduction. He was very smooth and I found myself envious of his manner. Kim was talking to Bill like they were old friends. She blushed at his complements obviously enjoying the attention.

"Finally!" I thought as the big plane's wheel touched the ground. This vacation certainly started out badly. First, that awful meeting that made me miss the flight I was suppose to take. Then the delay in Atlanta as the plane was checked for some equipment failure.

The only bright note was my seat mate Kevin. He was a big guy, well over six feet and very muscular. We had started chatting while waiting for take off and had continued like old friends, learning more and more about each other as the drinks flowed and the plane flew into deepening twilight.

We were both married, me to Bill and Kevin to a cute little brunette. He had shown me her picture along with the baby they had had just a few weeks before. He was obviously in love with them both.

I found myself stealing glances at his broad thick chest and slender hips. Damn I was horny, it had been 3 days since Bill and I had been together. Three long days of frustration.

As I listened to Kevin I found my mind wandering back to that time. Bill had been his usual wonderful self. Driving me to many glorious orgasms. I had returned the favor. I shuddered as I remembered the night. "Lord I'd better get off this and right now!" I thought.

Just then the intercom bussed to life, "Ladies and Gentleman This is the pilot speaking." Oh great, I thought. "I'm sorry to inform you that we have to land in Orlando due to an equipment problem. There is no danger. However there isn't another aircraft in place to take you the rest of the way. We will of course put you up in a hotel for the night and have a new plane here in the morning. We're sorry for any inconvenience."

Inconvenience! Another night away from Bill, or more specifically in my frame of mind, another night away from Bill's body. Over the murmurs from the passengers I became aware of Kevin's voice, "Samantha?"

"Oh I'm sorry Kevin. What was that?"

"I was just wondering if, since we're going to be stranded, if you'd have dinner with me tonight?"

"I'd love to," I said.

There was a bus waiting to take us to a hotel a short way from the airport, and Kevin and I sat side by side in silence through the short trip. I wondered what was going through his mind. I had seen him looking at my legs a number of times on the trip. Was he thinking about making a play for me? About spending the evening in my bed? I felt my nipples grow hard and my pussy got wet just thinking about it.

As the bus arrived at the hotel, we were given our rooms, and Kevin and I agreed to meet in about an hour in the restaurant. He had wanted to go directly in, but I had told him I needed to shower badly, so he agreed to wait.

Entering the room, I started to remove my clothes. Blouse and then bra. (Ahhh that felt good). Skirt and panty hose, panties. My hands massaged my breasts feeling the nipples harden even further. I stretched slowly. As I did I caught sight of myself in the mirror. My medium length blond hair was mussed from the trip. I pulled my 23 inch belly in just a bit below my 37DD breasts.

"Would Kevin be interested?" I wondered. "Of course," my mind answered. I had never met a guy that didn't want to use me. My hand wandered down to my belly and then lower into the light blond hair between my legs. My 35 inch hips began to move in gentle undulations as my finger touched my clit.

"Ohhhhhhh God, I need to cum!" I moaned.

Laying on the bed my legs opened. My fingers entered, driving me higher and higher. My nails rubbed my clit gently and my hips arched as I came. Groaning I thought of Bill, "God, I need his big cock." I came again and yet again.

My next awareness was the phone ringing. I grabbed my watch and looked. My God I must have dosed off it was more than an hour since I had entered the room. "Hello," I said into the phone.

"Hi," Kevin said, "Been waiting for you. You almost ready?"

"I'm sorry," I said, "I dosed off. Why don't you give me ten minutes then come up. I'll get my shower done and we'll be ready."

I hopped in and took a much too quick shower. The warm water felt so lovely cascading down over my body, that I never wanted to leave. Added to that the fact that as I soaped myself, I became aroused again. All I really wanted to do at this time was stay right there, but Kevin was coming. I had to get ready.

I pulled on black bikini panties, a garter belt, and black stockings. Then my bra and a mid thigh length skirt. Finally, a white blouse. A knock. Kevin was here. "Come on in," I said, "It's open." The door opened and there he stood. God, he looked good. He was dressed in a sports jacket and slacks, his shirt was stretched across his thick chest. I guess that was when I decided. Tonight he was mine.

"You look fantastic," he said as he surveyed my body. I think I actually blushed. "Thank you," I said, "So do you." I sat down and pulled on my high heels, being sure that as I did he was able to look up under my skirt to my thighs and possibly beyond.

The dinner was wonderful. The talk and the champagne flowed. I found myself getting rather giddy, from a combination of sexual tension and the drinks. It felt wonderful. After we finished, we went into the lounge and found a table for two in the corner. We ordered drinks and sat listening to the music the band was playing. My hand was on Kevin's arm, my nails lightly caressing his flesh as we talked. I noticed him, on more than one occasion, looking at my breasts. Fine with me, I thought as I smiled at him.

The band started to play one of my favorite songs, a slow Aaron Neville number, and I asked if we could dance. "Of course," he said taking my arm and leading me to the small dance floor. My hand disappeared in his as he gently pulled me next to him. His other hand was on the small of my back as we moved together in time with the music. God, I was feeling so sexy.

I moved closer to him, gently sliding into his arms. My breasts touching his chest, our thighs touching gently as we moved. His hand released mine, and both my arms lifted going around his neck. His hands closed on my back and his fingers gently probed the top of my ass. Looking up I found myself looking directly into his eyes, my head tilted back, his lowered, our lips touched.

My whole body shuddered. I groaned into his mouth. My body moved even closer to him, we had stopped dancing now. We just stood on the floor feeling each other's bodies. My hand slid between us going down to his crotch. My fingers closed on the lump I found there and massaged it slowly.

I broke the kiss and looked up into his eyes, with what I hoped was a sultry sexy look and asked, "Your room or mine?"

Kevin looked down at me and smiled. "I think mine," he said.

We held hands like teenagers as we left the lounge. As we waited for the elevator Kevin's hand managed to drop to my ass lightly massaging the cheeks. It was all I could do to stand, it felt so wonderful. As the elevator door closed, we were alone. I moved into his arms and lifted my head licking his throat gently. Then standing on tip toes I kissed him hard, as my hand slid to his crotch again grasping him, pulling gently. I was rewarded with a moan.

I giggled as my lips went to his ear and my tongue came out and licked his earlobe gently. I whispered, "Are you ready for me Kevin? Do you want to put this big cock into my little pussy? Will you fuck me good?"

My answer was a growl from deep in his throat. He picked me up holding me bodily against the back of the car as he kissed me so hard it hurt. My legs automatically opened around his thighs, and I felt his bulge rub against my panties. I moaned into his mouth.

The bell chimed signaling the arrival of the elevator on our floor. We scrambled to look presentable in case anyone was there when the door opened. Luckily, no one was.

Kevin fished out his keys and we went to the door of his room. As he put the keys into the lock, I couldn't resist. I moved close behind him and my hands went around in front. Both grabbed him lightly, massaging him. He groaned and threw the door open. Turning, he grabbed me and lifted me into his arms carrying me through the door and kicking it closed with his foot.

As he lowered me down. My hands gripped his coat pulling it off his shoulders, then they moved to unbutton his shirt. My hands moved into his shirt feeling the muscular, hairless, chest. I pushed his shirt off, my nails gently scraping his flesh, then pinching his nipples lightly.

My hands wandered lower rubbing his tight stomach. My fingers moving under the waist band of his slacks. Then, finding his belt pulling it then unbuckling and opening it, allowing his slacks to fall around his feet. I moved back a short way and looked at him. "Ummmm, Yummy," I thought.

He was big, no doubt about that. His chest was massive and hairless. His body tapered to a narrow waist and hips, and there was a very respectable bulge in his bikini underwear. I smiled as I said, "Well, are you going to keep that big thing hidden?"

He grinned and pulled his underwear down. Oh Yes… very nice. His shaft bounced as it was freed. Not as big as Bill, but very respectable. My hand closed on it and I stroked it gently from base to tip. Feeling it pulse in my hands. "Oh God," he moaned.

I pushed him back on the bed, and slowly backed away. It was my turn now. My hands moved up my body caressing through my clothes. My fingers finding the buttons of my blouse. First one then two. Another, allowing my blouse to gape open. I moved back to Kevin lightly kissing him then moving away. Another button, the blouse was open. I shrugged it off my shoulders and my hands lifted my breasts.

"Do you like these?" I asked with a giggle. He nodded his head. My hands reached around behind me and unhooked the bra letting it fall. My hands went back to my breasts palms rubbing the already hard nipples. God I was so hot.

My hands lowered unbuttoning the skirt allowing it to fall unnoticed to the floor. I was down to my garter belt and panties and stockings. I looked over at Kevin and I could see his shaft throbbing. Reaching down I unhooked the garter belt preparing to roll the stockings down for his benefit.

"No please," He said, "Keep them on."

Smiling I pulled my panties down and reattached the garter belt. Lifting my arms over my head I moved in a small circle. "Do you like it?" I asked.

"Oh God Yes!" was the strangled answer.

I smiled as I moved to him, my hand reaching out touching his shaft massaging then moving lower taking his sack into my hand squeezing gently.

Crawling onto the bed with him, I pushed him back, my hands massaging his chest as my mouth lowered. My tongue flicked out first touching then teasing his belly. I could feel the muscles jump under me as I moved in small circles to his belly button. My tongue slid into it teasing, licking. Then out and lower……..

I blew my breath over his shaft. My tongue moving out lightly touching the tip, swirling around it. My lips closed on him moving gently up and down just on the head. He moaned. Then, I went lower taking more of him into my mouth moving gently up and down as my hand caressed his sack. Moving back I used my teeth to gently bite down on the head scraping gently with them as I moved along the ridge of his shaft.

"Ohhhh Fuck," he moaned, "I'm going to cum already." His hands closed on my head, and he held me in place as my mouth went lower and he began to throb. Shot after shot filled my mouth and went down my throat. I swallowed, desperate to keep up with him as his body arched even further off the bed pushing deeper into my mouth.

As he slowed, his hands lowered gripping my shoulders and lifting me. Throwing me none to gently onto the bed on my back. His hands massaged my breasts, the nipples hardening even further. His hand lightly caressed my belly.

"You like to tease, don't you?" He asked.

My hand gripped his trying to push it lower. "No," I pleaded, "Please, I need you!!!"

Kevin laughed as his fingers wandered to my thighs. My legs shot open even further and I moaned for him. His fingers moved maddeningly close to my pussy, then just touched the skin of my crotch, moving back to my thighs.

I was so horny as my own hands tried to lower. He blocked me. Kevin's head lowered between my thighs. His tongue worked gently on my thighs. My body lifted and my hands held his head. He moved……. His tongue touched my lips. It ran flatly along their length. My hips lifted and I thrashed as I came.

His tongue moved gently inside, parting me, touching my clit. Rubbing it gently. I came…… His teeth closed on my clit. Biting gently pulling it softly as his fingers entered me. My hands wrapped in the bed spread. My head rolled. I screamed as I came yet again..

I felt his mouth leave me and his weight shift. Looking down I saw his gorgeous body poised between my wide spread thighs. His long shaft pointing directly at my throbbing pussy. He lowered…

"Ahhhhh" we both moaned as he entered fully on the first thrust. My legs lifted wrapping around his waist and my hips thrashed under him. Kevin hammered down into me. My legs opened and lowered. His hands gripped my ankles lifting my legs back up and spreading them wide as he continued his assault.

"Oh God," I moaned, "So good!!"

He was out of me. Gone!! "No" I pleaded.

My body was lifted and I was placed on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed. My arms wouldn't support me and I slumped down. I was aware of his fingers entering me. Rubbing my clit. I was so near.

Not caring who heard I moaned, "Fuck me! Make me cum! Please!" His hard shaft sliced into me making me groan. His hand reached under rubbing my clit as he hammered deep and hard. My tight nipples rubbed along the bedspread with each thrust causing an explosion of feelings. I was on fire. My body tensed ready to explode. Kevin drove deep inside me and then out. Deep again. I came. "Oh Fuck," I screamed as my body dissolved into a writhing mass. He groaned and drove deep holding my hips as he emptied into me.

We were to make love, no that's not right, we were to have wonderful sex, twice more that night and once more in the am before we had to get back to the airport. While I was still looking forward to seeing Bill. For obvious reasons the edge had been removed.

Kim, Bill and I left the restaurant where we had enjoyed a meal after picking her up from the airport. We shortly arrived at the hotel. I suggested that we go for an evening swim and Kim loved the idea. I told Bill we would meet him at the pool in fifteen minutes and we split up. I could tell that Kim was already having a great time. She was in great spirits. She didn't hesitate to tell me how much she liked Bill and was really looking forward to spending more time with him.

The plan was working out great. Perhaps a little too great, I found myself thinking. I thought back to Wendy and Rick. It was obvious that Rick was a little unsettled about Wendy's attraction to Bill. I now was beginning to understand why. I dismissed the thoughts as being childish. Kim and I loved each other very much. Bill could never take that away from us.

I was first to get into my swim suit. Kim suggested that I go on down. She said that she would be just a minute. I left and met Bill at the pool. Ten minutes later Kim walked up. She had on a wrap around cover up but that didn't stop Bill and I from checking out her long slender legs. Kim is a tall girl but very slender. Her long slender legs are one of her better features. She measures 33C-21-34 and stands 5'9. Her height was accentuated by a pair of 4 inch pumps. I had never known her to wear high heels when going swimming. It was very sexy.

That wasn't all. Kim strutted over to a chair and turned back to us. She unwrapped the cover and laid it on the chair. She stood for a moment and let us take a look. Wow! To my knowledge it was the first time I had ever seen her in a two piece suit. It was white and very brief. The top was a halter style. Two triangles held her breasts in place. A string tied in the back and another around her neck. I was surprised by how big her breasts looked in the tiny suit. The bottom was also very brief. Two strings flared out and joined at her pussy forming a "V". When she turned all that was visible was her long straight dark brown hair and just below it a string around her waist and one down between the cheeks of her ass. This was not something that Kim would usually wear, especially in public. But, here she seemed to be showing off her fantastic body to all.

Kim removed her pumps. She walked over and sat down in front of us dangling her smooth long legs over the side of the pool into the water. We talked for a while and she explained that she didn't want to get in the water. She was happy just to dip her feet in. After a while Bill and I got out of the water. Kim joined us as we sat on the chaise lounges. It was difficult for Bill and I to keep our eyes off Kim's delightful body. I think she was aware of the attention but maintained her shy manner.

It was now time to put my plan into motion. I couldn't ask for a better setup. I said, "Kim, I think I'll go up to the room and watch the ball game. Feel free to stay a while if you like."

Kim seemed a little surprised as she said, "You're not going to stay here with me?"

Bill piped in, "I'll sit with you for a while, Kim."

I gestured to Bill and said, "There you go babe, Bill will be here to sit with you."

Kim looked at me then Bill and said, "Well OK, if you don't mind Bill."

"I would be delighted to keep such a lovely lady company," Bill said smoothly.

Kim blushed then turned to me, "I'll just stay a little while, hun."

"OK babe," I said and then headed for the room. Earlier, I had checked out the pool area and found a secluded spot where I could sit and eavesdrop on Kim and Bill. I entered the hotel and then made my way around through another door. I sat not more that fifteen feet from my wife and coworker.

"Isn't it a beautiful night," said Kim a little breathlessly.

"It is very peaceful," agreed Bill.

"I could use a little peace and quite after the last few days I've had," said Kim.

"Oh yeah, what's been the problem?" asked Bill.

"Oh you know, the tensions of the job. Our office entertained an important client this last week and I was responsible for making things go smoothly. That was the reason I was delayed," replied Kim.

"I hope everything went well," said Bill.

"Oh yes, everything went well, but I was on pins and needles all week. This vacation is just what I needed to work out the tension," said Kim.

"How would you like a little shoulder massage for those tensions?" inquired Bill.

"Oh, that sounds wonderful but I wouldn't want to trouble you," said Kim.

"No trouble at all," said Bill as he sat up. Kim sat up as well and turned her back to Bill. Slowly, he began to rub her neck with both hands.

"Oh, that feels wonderful Bill. Where did you learn to do that?" Kim said.

He replied, "I learned to do it for Sam. She has a tendency to tighten up over the least thing. The only thing that worked for her was a good massage. For a long time she had a masseuse come to the house, so to save a little money I decided to learn how do give her a massage."

"Well, Sam is a lucky girl," said Kim.

Bill said, "Well, from what I've seen, Jim is the lucky one. You are truly a gorgeous lady, Kim."

"Oh sure," said Kim with an embarrassed giggle.

"Seriously Kim, you are quite a beautiful site in that little bikini of yours," said Bill.

"Thanks Bill. You are very kind and you give a great massage," moaned Kim.

"Glad to be of service fair lady, said Bill. He added, "Would you like for me to do your back?"

"Oh would you?" returned Kim.

"Sure. Just lay down on the chaise on your stomach," suggested Bill.

Kim slowly moved to a prone position on her stomach. Bill got a good eye full of her generous breasts as they wiggled sexily in her bikini top. I was amused as he rolled his eyes indicating how hot she must look. Bill began to knead Kim's back in an effort to loosen up her tight muscles.

"To bad I don't have my oil with me," said Bill.

"Oh, it feels just fine the way it is," replied Kim.

"Its even better with a little hot oil," hinted Bill.

"Ooohh, I bet that does feel good," said Kim.

"Well, I've got some in the room. If you like we could go up to the room and I could heat up the oil and give you a first rate massage," suggest Bill.

"That sounds great Bill, but I shouldn't put you out that way," said Kim. It occurred to me that my wife was trying politely to turn down Bill's offer. It wasn't like her to go to another man's room alone.

"Oh, its no trouble. I can rid you of your tensions and you can give me the honor of your lovely company," said Bill smoothly.

"Weeellllll," hesitated Kim. I began to think that my plans were not working out when Kim said, "OK, Bill, lets go." I was pleasantly surprised and a little shocked. My wife was going to another man's room so that he could give her a massage. Everything was working out great or was it? Suddenly, I realized that I better get up to Bill's room or I would miss everything.

I managed to get into place in Bill's closet only a few seconds before they came through the door. I willed my heartbeat to calm down else it be heard. Fortunately, the closet had those louvered slats that slanted downward. It gave me a good view of the room without someone being able to see me.

Kim immediately walked to the window at the far end of the room and looked at the excellent view of the beach and the lit up hotels. The view wasn't as good in our room.

"I'll just put the oil under the hot water," said Bill. Moments later he walked out and over to where Kim stood. "Another beautiful site, almost as gorgeous as you, Kim," he said.

Kim turned and blushed, "You are so sweet Bill. I hope the rest of the vacation is as much fun as this first evening has been."

"I can guarantee, Madam, that you will have the time of your life," said Bill in his best English butler like accent. Kim giggled. Bill continued the role, "Can I take your wrap, Madam?"

Kim shrugged the cover off her shoulders and Bill collected the garment and put it on the chair. As Kim continued to gaze at the view, Bill went to the bathroom to get the heated oil and some towels. He returned to the room and now with a towel draped over his arm he poured a little oil into his hands and began to rub his hands together vigorously.

Again, Bill slowly began to rub Kim's neck with his now well lubricated hands.

"Oh, that hot oil feels terrific," said Kim. Bill didn't say a word as he allowed his hands to do his talking. He continued with Kim's neck and shoulders before gently leading Kim to the bed. Kim stretched her long slender body on Bill's bed and rolled onto her stomach. Bill took the bottle of hot oil and pour several puddles onto Kim's bare back. Kim moaned as the hot oil splashed onto her smooth skin. Slowly and carefully Bill rubbed the oil into Kim's skin and began to rub down her tired and tense muscles.

Lucky for me, Kim was facing toward the closet. I watched her face as Bill worked over her tired but very attractive body. Her eyes were closed but her mouth was open as if each sensation might produce a sound from her throat. God, did she look beautiful. I began to wonder if I should let this thing go any farther. It was my beautiful wife laying there and I wasn't sure now that I was ready to share her. Then I thought back to my infidelity and felt ashamed. In the end, I decided I couldn't just barge out from my sneaky hiding place. I would never live that down.

Bill began to pour oil onto Kim's legs. He massaged the hot oil into her thighs and then calves. Bill even massaged Kim's feet after removing her pumps. Slowly, he worked his way back up her legs rubbing every inch of skin. I was surprised when he continued his rubdown right up to her ass cheeks. Kim didn't flinch a bit as he kneaded her tight little buns. Bill moved on to work again on her glistening back, slowly moving up to where he had begun. Once he had completed her back side he asked Kim to turn over.

Kim eagerly turned over and smiled at Bill. She said, "This is wonderful Bill. I never knew how great a massage would feel."

This time there were obstacles in Bill's way. He asked, "Kim, would you like a full body massage?"

Kim looked up at Bill a little puzzled and said, "Well, sure Bill, isn't that why you turned me over?"

"That's right Kim but what I'm asking is would you please remove your suit?" asked Bill. This was the moment of truth.

"Oh, well can't you just work around my suit?" asked Kim.

"Not and give you a full body massage," replied Bill.

Kim looked at Bill for a moment and then looked down as if trying to figure out what to do. It must have been his professional attitude that helped her decide. Kim said, "OK, I guess so but don't tell Jim about this." Bill nodded and I rolled my eyes. I really didn't think that Kim realized what a full body massage was.

Kim sat up and untied the string behind her back. She then pulled the triangles off her breasts exposing them to only the second man ever. Her doctor is a woman. Without hesitation she lifted her butt and pulled the skimpy bottom off. I was surprised at how easy it was for Bill to get her naked. Surely she wasn't na•ve enough to think that all Bill would want was to give her a massage.

Bill went back to the oil and pour several puddles on Kim's stomach and chest. This time she giggled nervously as the oil splashed onto her nipples. It was my guess that she only then realized that Bill would be touching her breasts. I wondered how she would handle it. We both knew how sensitive her breasts were. I've brought her to many orgasms just by rubbing and sucking her breasts.

Bill started rubbing her abdomen and sides. Kim giggled a little as she is very ticklish. Soon Bill worked his way up to her chest. Kim gazed at Bill's face as he began to work on her breasts with the oil. His attention was to his hands and what they were caressing. Kim didn't flinch a bit as Bill worked over her breasts and pulled at her nipples. Her lips parted as little moans began to escape her throat. She never took her eyes off Bill's eyes. His massage had evidently relaxed Kim a great deal. Her eyes began to glaze over as he stimulated her breasts.

Soon Bill moved on to Kim's shoulders to her disappointment. She lay perfectly still with not a stitch of clothing on. I couldn't ever remember a time that Kim lie naked on the bed for any reason. Even when we made love she wore a short see through nightgown. Bill poured more oil on Kim's legs and began to rub the tops of her legs. Kim looked very sexy oiled down like she was. I suddenly noticed the king size boner in my swim trunks. I checked out Bill and saw a large bulge in his trunks as well.

Again, Bill started at Kim's feet and worked his way up. As he neared her pussy I noticed for the first time that she had shaved all of her hair off her pussy and had left just a small "V" above her clit. It was very sexy and I found myself jealous that Bill would be enjoying that lovely nest before I would. Bill was very patient. It was clear that he didn't want to alarm Kim. Of course, after he touched her breasts she had to know that he would get around to her pussy soon enough.

As Bill worked on Kim's thighs occasionally he would let a finger graze across her pussy lips. Little moans would escape Kim's mouth when these brief touches would occur. Soon the touches became more frequent until Bill began to focus directly on Kim's pussy. His approach had been so gradual that Kim never realized what was happening. Now she seemed to be in such a state of lust that she didn't mind anything that he might do.

Bill worked on Kim's clit with one hand and massaged her opening with the other. In no time he had two fingers working in and out of her hole. Moments later an orgasm gripped Kim's body. The full body massage was over and now the fucking would begin. I wasn't sure if Kim realized it but she was about to be introduced to Bill's monster. I was sure that before Bill was through, every hole in Kim's body would know that cock personally.

When Kim came down from her orgasm she found Bill's head between her legs slurping away at her clit. Suddenly she jerked up and said, "No Bill, we can't do this. I can't cheat on Jim."

Bill looked up at Kim and said, "Baby, all I'm doing is continuing the massage. Why is it that you feel like you are cheating on Jim?"

Kim said, "Isn't having sex with someone other than your husband, cheating?"

"Do you love me, Kim?" asked Bill.

"Well, no, of course not. I love Jim," she replied. I beamed with pride.

"Have I made you feel good tonight?" continued Bill.

"You've made me feel wonderful, Bill," said Kim.

"Well, there are many ways to massage a body and none of them necessarily have anything to do with love," said Bill.

"But you are talking about mating," returned Kim. It's always amused me at Kim's term for sex and fucking. She was raised on a farm and was probably aware of sex at an earlier age than most of us.

"Well I was thinking of sex. Two people making each other feel wonderful. Kinda sounds like mutual massage doesn't it?" said Bill.

"I guess that's true," agreed Kim.

"I guarantee you that Jim will not mind a bit. In fact, I'll bet that he would love to share a massage with you and maybe even my wife Sam when she arrives," suggested Bill.

"Really," prompted Kim.

"Really. We both share each other with many other partners. It's sex, physical pleasure. It has nothing to do with our love for each other," said Bill.

Kim didn't say anything else. She grabbed Bill's head and shoved it between her legs. Bill had done it. He had succeeded in convincing my wife to adopt an open relationship. Now he was going to get his reward. Kim can be pretty wild in bed. That innocent look she has in public turns to ravenous lust in the bedroom.

Kim was already juicing well after Bill's massage. With his tongue buried in her pussy the flow had surely increased. Bill did a wonderful job on her pussy. In no more than two minutes she was crashing through another orgasm.

"Bill, I want to see your cock," commanded Kim after her breathing had returned to a state of breathlessness. Bill got off the bed and jerked his trunks down. Kim gasped at his length and girth. I was amused by his shiny face. Kim had fed him one of her creamy loads. "Come closer," Kim demanded.

Bill walked to where Kim's head was on the bed and she took hold of his rock hard cock. "I'm not sure that this will fit inside me but I'll give it the old college try," said Kim. With that, she stuffed what she could in her mouth and began to give Bill one of her tremendous blow jobs. She never was able to get the thing down her throat but she did bring Bill to orgasm in under five minutes. Just before he blew, Bill pulled out and let the sperm fly all over Kim's face. She tried to collect what she could in her mouth but most of it splashed on her cheeks. When Bill's flow subsided Kim was able to chase down the clumps on her face and feed them into her mouth. Once she had cleaned her face and Bill's cock, she said, "God, was that exciting. Bill, I have got to try that cock in my pussy."

"You bet Kim, I'll just need a moment to recover," said Bill.

"Maybe I can help a little with that," said Kim. She got off the bed and began to slowly sway her body back and forth. She was giving Bill a sexy dance and I was jealous. She had never given me this treatment. After a moment she moved up to where Bill sat on the edge of the bed and pushed her tits into his face. He quickly began to lick and suck her nipples. Kim threw her head back as Bill teased her nipples. She then pushed Bill down on the bed and crawled onto him rubbing her tits all over his body from his cock to his head. It was working. Soon Bill was hard as a rock again. Kim kissed Bill's body all over. She again licked his shaft and balls and even tongue his asshole. This was another first. She had never done this to me.

"I want you to mate with me like a dog, Bill," growled Kim. Man, she was in rare form.

Bill got off the bed and said, "Get on your hands and knees and get ready for me." As Kim positioned herself on the bed, Bill left for a moment and returned with a condom. I was relieved that he had remembered. Getting Kim to change her life style was one thing but getting her pregnant was another.

Bill eased on the bed and rubbed his sheathed cock over Kim's wet slit. He teased her for several seconds. Her impatience was demonstrated by her squirming butt. She said, "Put that thing in me, now!"

Bill moved the head of his cock to my wife's opening. Slowly he eased the head inside. It was slow going while Kim accommodated his girth. Soon he had his monster buried to the balls. Slowly he pulled out and then pushed back in. His pace increased until Kim said, "Wait!"

"What's wrong, babe?" asked Bill, his cock poised for another thrust. Kim turned slightly and reached a hand back to grasp Bill's cock. She ran her long finger nails along the massive cock to the base and then carefully slipped a nail under the end of the condom. Slowly she pulled the condom down his cock until the head popped free and the condom fell to the bed. She looked into Bill's eyes and said, "I don't think we will be needing this."

Bill looked back with surprise and said, "I just didn't want any mishaps."

Kim smiled as said, "Don't worry, hun. Now I will be able to feel ever inch of that wonderful cock inside me and I can't wait to feel you flood me with your cum." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was frozen in place as Kim pulled Bill's naked cock back into her pussy. She shuddered as she felt the bare flesh slide into her moist tunnel. The look on her face was bliss. She was getting bare flesh for the first time in her life. I tried to remember Kim's cycle. Was she ripe for pregnancy or had that time passed. How could she risk getting pregnant? I was surprised at Bill for continuing, knowing that she could get pregnant. She had told him it was OK. I guess he trusted her more than I did. I didn't know what to think.

By now, Bill was giving it to my wife good and hard. Kim was moaning and Bill was grunting. Kim had a major orgasm while Bill kept pounding her. After a few minutes they switched positions.

"I want to be on top," suggested Kim. She maneuvered herself on top of Bill facing him and sat down on his cock. She began pounding her ass down against Bill's groin with great force. Each time Bill's cock pushed into her it found places never touched by man before. Kim became amazed at the bulge that formed in her tight tummy as Bill's cock entered her depths. She placed her hand over her belly to feel the probe from the outside. Soon Bill produced another orgasm for Kim.

They moved again into another position, this time with Bill on top. He reentered Pam's pussy easily and began his final assault. Kim said, "Do me hard, Bill. Give it to me as hard and deep as you can. I want to feel your cum spray deep inside me."

Bill redoubled his pace. Kim was now feeling continuous orgasms. After several minutes he began to buck into her wildly. With one final thrust he shoved his cock up into my wife's pussy as far as it would go and delivered his load of seed. I hoped that I was not seeing the conception of my wife's first child.

As they calmed down, Kim said, "That was the best massage I've ever had. I never thought that I would mate with another man." Bill smiled and rolled off Kim. She sat up and said, "I know its to soon to ask but could we mate again?"

Bill looked at Kim with an exasperated look and said, "Don't you think that Jim will be wondering where you are, Kim."

"Oh, he's watching a ball game. That will keep him busy," replied Kim.

"If you walk in naked I'll bet he will shut the game off right away," suggested Bill.

"You know Bill, I believe that you are trying to get rid of me," accused Kim.

Bill responded, "No Baby. Its just that you've gotten me off twice and I'm not as young as I used to be. I'd love to fuck you all night if that's what you want but remember Jim is waiting for you." Bill was right. I was waiting for her to leave so that I could fuck the shit out of her.

"I know, I just want to mate once more with you Bill," begged Kim. She helped get Bill hard again buy sucking him hard. Soon he was pounding her hard doggy style yet again.

"How would you like my cock buried in your pretty little butt, baby?" asked Bill.

Kim had just finished another orgasm and she grunted, "I'd love it but go easy with that big cock."

Bill pulled out of Kim and retrieved the oil. Soon he had Kim lubed up and his cock glistening. Slowly he penetrated Kim's cute butt and soon had built up to a frenzied pace. Kim howled with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Soon Bill had enough of her tight ass and dumped a third load in her third hole. They collapsed onto the bed with Bill beside Kim. They cuddled this way for a few moments while they caught their breath.

Kim got up and walked to the bathroom. I heard the shower start and that was my queue to leave. Bill had fallen asleep as I slipped out of the closet and then quietly out the door. A half hour later I was worried about what had happened to Kim. I called Bill and he said that she had left twenty minutes ago. I thanked him for his efforts and he thanked me.

Before I hung up, Bill said, "Kim loves you very much. When she left I think she was feeling pretty guilty about what she did. You better put her mind at ease soon."

"Thanks man, I will when I find her," I said. I wasn't sure where to find her so I figured I start from the beginning. I headed for the pool. Sure enough there she sat. I walked up to her and when she saw me she jumped into my arms and began to sob.

"What's wrong, hun?" I asked.

"I've done something horrible, Jim," she cried. I felt sick at my part in this whole thing.

I sat her down and said, "Its OK. Tell me what's bothering you."

Kim looked at me with red eyes and said, "Jim, I've just cheated on you. Bill and I just mated."

I hugged her close and said that I had a confession of my own. I told her of my times with Pam and Wendy. She had a look of shock on her face but slowly the shock and tears made way for laughter and we were both hugging each other and laughing. We agreed that a little "mating" on the side wouldn't hurt us and that we loved each other dearly. We headed for the room and mated like rabbits until the sun came up.

Oh, and we did it without a condom. It turns out that Kim had been fitted with a diaphragm. Man, was that a relief.

"God, what have I done?" I thought as I sat by the pool trying to collect my thoughts. I hadn't slept with anyone but Jim since we were married. Now I was an adulterer, me. The guilt was nearly overwhelming, How could I face Jim? Would he know?

My thoughts were disturbed by the sound of someone approaching. Looking up, I saw Jim standing there watching me, and I totally lost control. I jumped up and ran into his arms as I started to cry. His arms closed around me as he said, "What's the matter Kimmy?"

The whole story poured out of me, the massage, the trip to the room for the hot oil, the mating — everything. I felt absolutely terrible. Jim merely stroked my back and held me close as the tears continued. Finally as I calmed down a bit I heard his voice, "Kimmy, I have a confession to make too." He then told me all about his night with Wendy and the day with Pam.

"Was this my Jim?" I wondered. I looked into his eyes and was amazed to find a slight smile on his face.

"Kimmy," he said, "I felt bad for cheating on you too, and I wanted you to have the same enjoyment that I did, so I'm afraid I have to tell you that I was aware that you and Bill we're going to mate. I helped set it up."

My God, I thought. Should I be mad? Should I be happy? I was a bit of both right now.

Jim's lips lightly touched mine and he said, "Baby, I don't think there was anything wrong with what either of us did, but I'll leave the rest up to you. It can be the start of a new life for us, or we can try to forget it ever happened and go back the way we were."

I had to admit my time with Bill was the most exciting I had had for awhile. I loved Jim with all my heart, but we were rather used to each other and while sex with him was satisfying it hadn't been the earth shattering, body numbing explosion I had just had with Bill for quite awhile. That, I guess, is what made up my mind.

"Do you mean you'd like to swap partners?" I asked with a slight grin. The very thought made me tremble slightly, "Would you be able to handle the thought of someone other than you mating with me?"

"I've already seen it. " He said.

"What?" I almost yelled, "You watched us?"

"Yes," he said as he grinned at me, "I watched my beautiful wife and one of my friends enjoying each other. Is that wrong?"

My head was spinning. I wasn't sure how to feel, but yes I had enjoyed Bill very much. I guess now was the time to be truthful and see where it leads.

I stepped back and looked into his eyes. "I'll say there is nothing wrong with it on one condition," I said as I smiled at him.

"And what might that be?" He asked.

"I get to watch you next time!" I had to laugh as I saw the look on his face, then we were both laughing, and our new life had begun.

We went back to the room and mated several times throughout the rest of the night, and guess what…… The sex had returned to the earth shaking bone numbing variety we used to have.

The first time Jim entered me without a condom was like the first time all over again for both of us. He held me and our hips moved together. Slowly at first and then faster as we both neared. It didn't take long that first time. I hugged my love to me as he pushed deeply into me and I knew he was shooting his seed into me for the first time. My legs wrapped gently around him holding him as I whispered. "I love you Jim." He stayed inside me and as we kissed gently his shaft grew back to its full glory and we continued to mate until early morning.

I awoke slowly, unsure of my surroundings, then it all flooded back. Bill, the times with Jim, our discussion of swapping. Was it all real? I rolled slowly to my back and stretched. A smile crossed my face as I saw the condition of the bed clothes. Yes I guess the part with Jim at least was true. The door to the bathroom opened and Jim emerged, he smiled brightly and said "Good morning sleepyhead." I had to laugh at that.

"Give me a break," I said, "It was a long day yesterday."

"I remember!" He laughed, "Oh by the way I'm off to a golf lesson today. I'm sorry but I scheduled it yesterday morning, and there's no way of canceling."

"That's fine," I said, "I'll use the time to just relax a bit and take a nice hot bath. It'll be a great way to start the vacation!"

"Oh no!" he said, "No staying inside. I called Wendy and she said that she and Pam were going to be down at the pool, and they hoped you'd join them."

The thought of Wendy and Pam brought back our discussion of the previous night. This could be a bit embarrassing. After all they had both slept with my husband. Would they know that I knew? I guess the doubt must have shown on my face. Jim said "Come on Kimmy, we covered this last night, we can't go back on it now. Besides you three are friends. How much can your relationship be changed?" A lot I thought!

Jim waited as I took a shower, and got dressed. A pair of shorts and a blouse, with my suit underneath, just in case. He whistled as I came out. "God you look good enough to eat!" he said.

"Promises, promises!" was my answer as we both laughed. I said goodbye to Jim at the door as he headed for his lesson.

I went down to the pool, finding Pam and Wendy both there, along with Greg who I hadn't expected. We said hello, and I pulled up a lounge and settled back to relax and get some sun. Our conversation went from one subject to another back and forth, until Greg asked if any of us would like a drink.

"Sure!" The three of us answered nearly as one. We all laughed as Greg took the orders and headed into the bar.

Once Greg was gone I was aware of Pam watching me closely, "What's the matter?"

I asked, "Is something wrong?"

Pam just laughed and said, "No of course not, I just wondered how you enjoyed last night?" I blushed furiously. I could feel the fire moving up my throat into my cheeks.

Pam looked at Wendy and the two of them broke into gales of laughter. "I told you!" said Pam talking to Wendy, "I knew I saw Bill taking her to his room last night." I was embarrassed beyond belief. It wasn't enough that these two had slept with my husband now they had guessed that I had been unfaithful and were teasing me about it.

I couldn't take this and started to rise. "Hey, now wait!" said Pam, "We're happy for you." We've both been with Bill already and he's marvelous.

Wendy had stopped laughing, and she spoke for the first time, "I was with another man for the first time just two nights ago. It happened for me that it was all the guys. Yes even Jim. I enjoyed myself very much, and now Rick and I wonder why we waited as long as we did to share our lives with others."

I looked at the two of them and I had to grin. "He is good, Isn't he?" I asked.

"Oh God Yes!!" Wendy moaned and all three of us broke up.

Greg came back to the sight of three woman laughing and chatting, the ice had been broken. As he put the drinks down I took the opportunity to inspect his body. Lord he was great. I wondered…….

Glancing at Pam I saw her hold her hands apart. It took a minute before it sunk in. She was telling me the size of his shaft! If she's telling the truth, Ohhhhh. I glanced at Wendy and she nodded her head and licked her lips with her little pink tongue.

"Hey let's go for a swim!" Greg yelled as he jumped up from his chair and walked to the pools diving board. "Come on you cowards!" he laughed.

I watched as Greg stretched at the end of the board, took two steps and launched himself into a perfect dive, seeming hardly to disturb the water at all as he entered.

Pam looked over at Wendy and said, "Do you think we ought to teach him a lesson?"

Wendy laughed and said "God yes!! After what he did to me the other night I need to pay him back. You going to join us Kim?"

"Join in what?" I asked.

She said, "We're going to enjoy our new found freedom. You joining in?"

I thought for a few seconds, then said "Yes I am! My mind was whirling. I finally understood what they meant, and I was definitely for it. I felt like a new person, and the thought of being with Greg was turning me on more than I would have thought possible.

The three of us got up and walked down the steps at the lower end of the pool. Greg was waiting for us, and I couldn't help but notice that his eyes were caressing each of our bodies in turn. My eyes returned the favor, I loved what I saw.

Pam swam directly to Greg moving against him and I saw her hand slide below the water and I heard him gasp. Wendy moved behind him and slid her little body along his back her hands caressing his chest.

"What are you two up to?" Greg asked with a laugh.

"It's not us that are going to be up," Pam laughed.

I felt like a voyeur. Here I was watching as two woman toyed with a man. Would they both go with him? I was shaken from my trance, by Pam, "Come on over Kim. There's room for another." Decision time was here. What do I do?

It took barely a heartbeat. I began to move toward them. As I reached them, Pam moved aside, and Greg reached out gripping my arm as he pulled me to him. His hands caressed my back lightly as he held me up in the water. "So you're going to help these two attack me huh? He laughed.

"After what they said about you, definitely!" I laughed back.

I moved closer to him, and our lips met. A tingling started at my nipples and ran down between my legs as I felt his bulge pressing against my thigh. I groaned into his mouth and my body writhed against him. I didn't care any longer where we were, who saw — none of that. I was hotter than ever, I needed him.

I was aware of Pam's voice near my ear. "Maybe we'd better continue this in the room!" she said.

Reluctantly I moved away from Greg. I was aware of a blush starting deep inside my skin. I couldn't imagine how I must look.

Greg answered for me, "God you're lovely Kim! I've often thought what a lucky man Jim is."

I felt my blush deepen but I answered, "I've thought that Pam is lucky also."

He pulled me to him and said softly. "Today I'm going to find out!"

My knees felt weak, and I moaned one word, "YES!"

On the walk to the room, I looked at Pam. Would she mind if I mated with Greg? Was she going to watch? My lord how my life had changed overnight.

Pam saw me looking at her, and she said, "It's fine with me Kim. Enjoy him, we all will!"

As we walked back to the room, I looked at my friends with new eyes. Instead of seeing just Greg, I saw a well tanned, smooth muscular body. A body that fairly rippled as he walked. I shivered slightly as I wondered…

I never considered myself attracted to other women, but in the sexual haze that I found myself in I looked at Pam and Wendy as we entered the room, they were almost exact opposites. Pam was rather large compared to Wendy and I. Her 38D breasts strained the top of her swimsuit and the rest of her body was lovely. Wendy on the other hand was small but her body was perfectly proportioned for her size. I considered myself attractive enough, but in the presence of Pam and Wendy I found myself feeling a bit unsure.

Pam, being Greg's wife, was the first to move on him. She slid into his arms and her lips kissed his throat causing him to moan slightly. Her hand slid down grasping the bulge in his suit and massaging gently. "Are you ready to use this baby?" she asked. "You've got three horny women here. Are you man enough?" she asked as she pulled his suit down leaving him naked.

"Anytime Lover!" he replied as his hands released her top. The tables turned as Greg's hands released Pam's top and I watched as his fingers massaged her nipples causing them to grow. His hand moved lower pulling her bottoms off and leaving them in a pile at her feet. His fingers touched and then probed her slit. Pam moaned as she gripped his shaft and stroked gently from the base to the tip.

I had totally forgotten about Wendy in the excitement of seeing Greg and Pam. A voice at my side brought me back to the present. "God look at them!" Wendy said, "He was so good the other night. I think I'm going to get even with him." With that Wendy moved into the embrace shared by Pam and Greg.

I watched as Greg's hands slowly moved from Pam to Wendy. Gently taking her top off and then her bottoms. Pam's fingers found Wendy's nipples and gently massaged them bringing a moan from her. Pam and Wendy slowly moved Greg to the king-sized bed, and pushed him down on it. His large shaft stood proudly erect from his body.

Wendy moved to kneel between his legs. Her small hands massaged his sack and then his shaft, milking it gently. She bent down and I heard her tell him, "This is for the other night!" Her head lowered … Greg moaned as Wendy's tongue flicked out and massaged the tip of his cock. He arched his back as she took him slowly into her mouth her head moving up and down gently as her hands massaged his sack.

I was so enthralled watching Wendy, that I was startled to see movement near Greg's head. Then I was aware that Pam had moved up, spreading her legs on either side of his face and lowering her slit down. I heard her moan as his tongue obviously made contact.

Slowly I became aware that my hand had gone inside my bottoms of its own accord. My fingers lightly touching my clit and then entering into the wetness that was my slit. God I was so hot..

Pam's hands were massaging her own breasts as she squirmed on her husband's tongue. Her body arched as she said, "I'm going to cummmm!!! OH God!" She moaned as her body thrashed over him.

As Pam slid to the bed, Wendy continued her work on Greg. Her mouth moved up and down on his big shaft. Greg appeared helpless under her onslaught. What a sight they made. Wendy appeared to be totally controlling Greg's tanned muscular body. He was writhing under her touch.

I jumped as I felt hands touch my shoulders. Pam's fingers worked gently into my skin, massaging me softly as she whispered. "Aren't they hot together? God, I love to watch Greg with another woman."

Pam's fingers went lower down slowly removing the top of my suit, and her fingers massaged my nipples gently. I was so lost in the scene in front of me I could barely stand.

Greg's hands reached down, and he pulled Wendy's mouth off his shaft, pulling her up his body until she was laying on top of him. What a contrast! Wendy's little body was laying on Greg's, his shaft poking up into the air between her legs. It looked positively huge next to her slim thighs. Greg's mouth found hers, and as they kissed I was aware that Wendy was beginning to grind gently on his stomach.

"Wendy should never had let him get away," Pam said into my ear, "He's got control back now!"

My nipples hardened even more as Pam's fingers moved lower down, moving gently into the bottom of my suit. I was aware of a moan and turned to look as Greg moved Wendy gently over, laying her on her back in the middle of the bed. His tongue moved lightly over her thighs and I watched as Wendy squirmed under him. The tables were turned, it was now Wendy who was helpless under Greg. Her small body writhing with each touch. I watched with envy as his tongue flicked out caressing her slit. I wanted that to be me in her place.

I was distantly aware of a groaning sound. I tried to concentrate, and I realized it came from me. Pam had pushed my bottom off, and her fingers were massaging me gently.

"Oh God!" I thought. "No other woman has ever touched me there", but it felt so good.

I jumped as a scream intruded into my thoughts. Greg had lifted Wendy's legs over his shoulders, and his hands held her hips as his mouth worked on her pussy. She was moaning and her body was thrashing, her hands alternately wrapping up in the sheets and then pounding the bed.

Greg and Wendy were totally oblivious to our presence as Pam led me to the bed and had me lay down. Pam left me then and moved to Wendy, her lips sucking gently on Wendys nipples as Greg's lips and tongue worked between Wendy's legs.

Wendy's body was twisting between them. "Oh God No!!" she screamed as she came, "Please Oh Please.. Stop!!" But Wendy was trapped. It was hard to tell who was giving her the most pleasure Greg or Pam. They both continued working on the helpless body between them. Wendy came again and yet again.

Greg lowered her hips to the bed, and gently pulled her to the edge. Wendy's legs were sprawled obscenely and her hips were gently undulating as Pam continued to lick and suck on her breasts. Greg grasped his large shaft in his hand and rubbed it over Wendy's slit and then the head entered.

Wendy arched and she moaned "No more! Please No More!!"

Greg's hips thrust forward and I watched as he disappeared entirely inside her. Greg looked over at me and smiled as his hips began to move. "You're next, Kim," he said. I shuddered at the thought but yet I wanted it so badly I could hardly wait.

Greg's hand lifted and his finger touched Wendy's clit as his shaft came out to the very tip and then disappeared fully inside her. She was merely going along for the ride, she could only move when she was forced into another orgasm, which was quite regularly.

Greg's hand knocked mine away from my clit, and his thick fingers massaged me there. I came almost instantly. Wendy was obviously done, she was moaning softly and begging them to stop.

Pam was the first to leave her. She came to my side and her tongue traced circles around my nipple as Greg's finger kept teasing my clit. Wendy arched once more as she came again. Greg massaged her clit as he buried himself deeply inside her belly. Holding there allowing her to cum strongly for the last time.

I watched as he gently and lovingly lowered Wendy's limp body to the bed and pulled his still hard shaft from her body. He then moved over to where I lay and gently pushed inside me. Pam's nails were teasing my nipples and Greg was deep inside me as his finger rubbed my clit.

I was mating with two people. One of them was another woman. I knew now what Wendy had been through. I arched as I came for the first of what would be many times this night. I briefly wondered if Jim would be upset, but then as I gave myself over to the purely physical sensations I knew this was to be part of our new life.

And I came again and yet again…………….

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Then, after we had been married about three years, we found out I was sterile and that is the reason we could not have a child. Becky was devastated. She so wanted children. I felt horrible because I wanted them, too, but, more than that, because I had let her down. It was about then I started having fantasies of her having sex with another man, a man who would impregnate her, a man to give her what I could not, a child.

I never had the courage to share my fantasies with her, although they became stronger and stronger. Every time we would see a couple with a small baby, I would see the pain in her face, see her wanting. Over time, I could see something else. I could see her disgust with me for being sterile, for being unable to give her that.

She would fight her feelings. I could see her pendulum swing from being over solicitous with me to revulsion at not being able to give her a child. It was so hard on both of us.

One night, after we both had too much to drink, I told her my fantasy. I told her I dreamed of her being impregnated by another man, of bearing a happy healthy child, of me watching them having sex or her telling me all about it. This was so much a part of the fantasy. I must know everything, as if I were impregnating her through him.

She slapped me hard, then she slapped me again. "How dare you think me a slut!" she screamed, pounding on my chest with her fists. "I am your wife, you sterile wimp!" She began to cry buckets, collapsing against me as she sobbed. Immediately, she begged my forgiveness at calling me a wimp, saying she knew it was not my fault, that wanted a child as much as she did.

I threw myself in my work. Our relationship declined even faster, to the point she would lie there limply when we had sex. I got to the point I would rather not bother her. Yet, even though she was listless in our bed, I felt a tension building in her.

Then, the firm had a cocktail party for an executive who was being transferred to another office. Three other men had been fired. Those changes opened up some job opportunities which had not yet been filled. Mr. Williams, the top man in the company, was going to be at the party to meet all of us. I am sure part of the reason he was there was to evaluate some of us who might be up for a promotion.

Becky claimed to be too tired to go, but I insisted. This was too important for her to miss. Our company liked to hire married people and wives were an important part of our culture. At the party, Becky relaxed and began enjoying herself as she normally did. She was really a very pleasant person normally, before the child crisis anyway.

We had been there about two hours when I realized Becky was not by my side. I saw her talking to Mr. Williams in the corner. They seemed intent. I turned to talk to someone else. When I looked for her again, she was gone. So was Mr. Williams.

Immediately, I began to wonder. What was happening? Had they left together? Then, my immediate supervisor grabbed me to meet the new recruit. I was stranded, trying to make polite conversation while my brain whirled. I felt a hand on my arm. It was Becky.

"Honey, let's go home," she said. Her eyes were wild, more alive then I could remember seeing them in years. She was very excited as she dug her nails into my arm. I said my farewells and followed her toward the door. Mr. Williams was watching us as we left. In the car, I tried to make conversation but she said she did not want to talk right now. She leaned back as if asleep but her foot was moving rhythmically with her shoe dangling off her toes. She bounced into the house.

"Did you have a nice talk with Mr. Williams?" I asked as we undressed in our bedroom after the party. The tension was thick. Becky was moving sensually, her hips rotating more than normal, her back arched. I was hard just thinking about her.

"Yes. Why didn't you tell me you were up for a promotion?"

"I didn't know I was. The rumor mill had my name in the pot but I have not been officially informed."

"Well, you certainly are being considered," Becky said. I was sitting on the bed in my jockeys. Becky was now naked except for her panties. I knew she wanted sex because she let me see her bare breasts. She had a funny smile as she sat next to me on the bed, a funny, wild smile.

"Tell me you favorite sexual fantasy again," she said.

I quivered. She had never asked this question before, never.

"Which one?" I asked, although I knew exactly which one she meant.

She dragged her nails over my bare leg. "You know which one."

"I want you to have sex with another man. I want him to impregnate you. I want to watch or I want you to come home and tell me about it." I gasped it out, my voice squeaky. Sweat started to flow from me.

"Tell me yours now," I asked. Becky would never discuss her fantasies. I knew tonight was going to be different. She was dying to tell me. She gave me a coquettish gaze, looking up from under her lashes.

"Oh, mine is almost the same as yours. In mine, a strong man takes me in a situation where I have little choice about it. You watch sometimes. Sometimes, I tell you about it. He fucks me. His dick is big and long and thick and so very hard. He fucks me all he wants to. He fucks me and makes me pregnant."

She was wild, digging her fingernails into my thigh. She leaned over conspiratorially.

"More than that, he makes me his slut. Me, Bobby, me. Little, sweet, shy Becky. I become his slut, relishing in his control of me, loving every minute of the sex, doing whatever he wants anytime he wants."

"Why did you never tell me that?"

She ignored my question, standing and walking away. She spun to face me again, hands on hips, pelvis thrust forward.

"I know what it will take to get you the promotion," she said.

"What?"

"Mr. Williams wants me. He wants to fuck me."

I started to quiver. I could tell Becky was very sexually excited, more excited than I had ever seen her, even on the honeymoon. Her nipples were hard and I could see the dark stain of honey dew on her panties. Her eyes glittered as she sat by me again. Her hand slid up my leg to feel the erection in my shorts.

"I want to fuck him. I want him to take me. I want him to make me his slut. You would like that, Bobby, wouldn't you? You would like your sweet wife to fuck your boss and for you to get the promotion. Think of it, Bobby. Think of Mr. Williams, your boss, between my legs, fucking me, fucking me so hard. Think of his hot cum flooding my ravaged pussy. Think of his virile sperm seizing my eggs, making me pregnant. You would like that, wouldn't you?"

Her hand was rubbing my cock hard now. I could not hold back.

"Oh, Bobby, you are excited. You came in your shorts. I want you to get hard again and cum in me, Bobby. I want you to cum in me as I tell you my fantasy."

I was hard in an instant. Becky stripped off her panties and shoved them in my face, giving me a deep smell of her delicious odors. She lay on her back and pulled me between her legs as our eyes locked together. I was moving slowly in and out.

"Mr. Williams is my fantasy, Bobby. He tells me I will do as he says. If I do, you get a big raise. If I don't, you get fired. I have no choice. But, if I had a choice, it would be him. I want him to father my children. I want my belly fat with his child. So, I let him have me. And, oh, Bobby, he really has me! His cock is big, very big, and very hard. He fucks my pussy so good, so good."

By now, Becky was sweating profusely, her speech slurred, her nails deep in my back, her legs tight around me. Our breathing was ragged. I fought to hold back from cumming again.

"Then, he rolls me over and fucks my ass. He is not gentle. He just rams that big prick in me. I scream from the pain but it starts to feel good, as good as getting my pussy fucked. Then, I orgasm from his big cock in my ass. I can feel you, Bobby. I can tell you are ready to shoot. Cum, Bobby! Cum in me! Cum in me thinking of your sweet little wife getting royally fucked by your boss, of his seed growing in me."

She screamed and started bucking. I could not hold back any longer. My cock had never been that hard that long. I exploded in her. As we lay cooling together, Becky said softly, "I intend to live my fantasy, Bobby. I am going to fuck your boss. I am going to bear his children And, if he will have me, I am going to be his slut."

She slipped out of bed. I heard her make a phone call from the living room. When she returned, I asked what she did.

"I called Mr. Williams. He will explain it to you in the morning. Now, go to sleep."

She curled up against me. I could not sleep. I had never been so aroused, so hard, so wild, as I thought about my Becky carrying a baby. During the night, as her bottom was curled against me, I slipped my cock in her. She moaned and pushed back. "That is it, Bobby. Fuck me while I dream of carrying Mr. Williams' baby."

Mr. Williams called me into his office early the next day.

"I understand you and your wife had a nice conversation after the party last night, Bob," he said.

"Yes, sir."

His eyes were cool, neutral as he watched me. I was surprised as how calm I felt.

"And, what is your understanding, Bob?"

"My wife is going to have an affair with you."

"Is that all?"

"No, sir. You will make her pregnant."

A small smile twitched the corner of his lip for an instant. His eyes softened some.

"You have no problem with that?"

"No, sir. I have no problem."

"It will be more than that, Bob. Let me explain the ground rules. First, you will get the promotion and a nice raise."

"Thank you, Mr. Williams," I replied. He nodded.

"I will expect your wife to do as I say when I say, which includes dress and decorum. I will have her when I wish, where I wish. In addition, I expect her to perform for my friends when I tell her to. So, it will not be just me fucking her, Bob. Do you understand that?"

"Mr. Williams, may I sit down?"

"Of course. Would you like a drink?"

"No, sir. It is just . . . "

"I understand, Bob, but, I want you to be aware of what is going to happen to her if I take her. No surprises."

"Yes, sir."

"The affair may last a weekend or a lifetime. I understand you two do not have sex very often?"

"Yes, sir. Maybe twice a month." He laughed, not an evil laugh, but a laugh which said I was a fool for letting my wife service me so seldom.

"One of the real benefits to you, Bob, will be lots of sex. She will have sex with you every night, either vaginally or orally. Anally is reserved for me."

"Of course," I said.

"Any night she does not satisfy you, you are to tell me the next morning so I can punish her. I will punish her for not keeping you very happy in bed or for any other reason I choose. In fact, she will be punished whenever I think she needs it, Bob."

The thought of my wife being punished by my boss made me hard as a rock. I wondered how he would do it.

"As for you, you are to continue to treat her as your wife, to love and care for her. She will need care, particularly when she is pregnant and during the delivery stage. And, I expect you to be a fine father for my children, Bob. I mean that sincerely."

"Children?"

"Yes. Children. I expect her to have three to five, in total, at least two of which are mine. Do you understand this, Bob? I will make sure she has several children by me and at least one child by someone other than me."

"Yes, sir. I understand. We both do want children."

"Well, you will have plenty of them." He came around from behind his desk, sitting in the chair next to mine.

"She told me your fantasy. I will let you watch sometimes but, most often, she will tell you about it. I am sure she will have some good stories. Any questions?"

"No, sir."

"Good. I am picking your wife up at three today. She is spending the weekend with me."

I did not know what to say to that. Finally, I said, "Well, have a nice weekend."

He laughed. "I am sure I will, Bob."

At three that afternoon, my head was spinning, knowing at this moment my wife was getting in my boss' car to fuck him for the weekend. I was so hard and my mind was so full of visions of Mr. Williams fucking my wife I could not think.

That night at home I masturbated twice, thinking about Becky with Mr. Williams. Saturday was a long day. Saturday night, I had just put a movie in the VCR when I heard the door bell. It was a young woman. She had on too much makeup, extremely tight clothes with a bare midriff and a very short skirt. She had high heels and stringy blonde hair.

"Bobby Davis?" she asked.

"Yes. Who are you?"

"I am Tiffany. Mr. Williams sent me. I am your promotion bonus."

Tiffany was a real pro. She spent the night with me, taking her time to make the sex very enjoyable. I came four times before she left at dawn. But, she was not my wife. She was not Becky.

Becky got home about six Sunday night looking exhausted and well used. She gave me a big, long kiss at the door.

"Want to hear?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered, as my cock strained at my pants.

"I need a hot bath. Come on and I will tell you." I followed her into the bathroom where she drew the bath water and undressed. As she turned around, I gasped. Her breasts were bruised, with blue splotches on them. I saw other bruises as my eyes ran down her body. Then, I had a bigger surprise.

"How do you like my shaved snatch?" Becky asked. Her pussy was smooth and bald.

"What is that?"

"A ring through my clit hood. He had me pierced. Want to touch?" I touched the tiny steel ring. She shivered and gasped from sexual need.

"That sure pops my clit," she moaned. Slowly, she lowered herself in the tub, moaning in enjoyment from the steaming water.

"How was Tiffany?" she asked.

"He told you?"

"Yes. I think that was nice of him to do."

"Tiffany was fine. I got a wonderful blow job." I said this intentionally because it was something Becky never did. She laughed.

"I probably gave more blow jobs this weekend than Tiffany did. Get me some aspirin and a soft drink, please, Bobby." When I returned, she took the aspirin, and lay back.

"Ready to hear?" she asked.

My cock had been ready since she walked in the door.

"I would love to hear," I said.

"He picked me up at three. We went directly to a store where he bought me some new clothes to wear, slutty clothes, Bobby, clothes that reveal me like you have never seen. I will model them for you later. I was wearing my new clothes when he took me to a nice restaurant. Then, we went dancing. It was about one when we got to his house. He took me to his bedroom. We hugged and kissed as we undressed each other. Then, he lay me back. His cock is huge, Bobby. I mean a monster. I was afraid I could not take it all. But, he was very gentle, letting me get use to his size. God, Bobby, I have never felt so full. It was heaven."

She opened her eyes to look at me. I was rubbing my very hard cock through my pants. She smiled softly.

"I have been ordered to take care of your every need. Want a blow job?" she asked.

"Yes," I croaked.

"Well, get over here."

I dropped my pants and moved to the side of the tub. Becky, braced herself on her elbows on the tub side, and sucked me into her mouth. I was so aroused it took only a second before I shot. Becky swallowed it down like a slut, the slut she had become. Then, she relaxed again in the bath.

"He fucked me until I could not come any more. Bobby, it was something. I had never come like that in my life. I mean I was fucked out, but he had not cum. He can hold back forever. I felt his hand in my pussy. Then, it moved to my ass. I could feel his fingers penetrating me back there.

'What are you doing?' I asked him.

'I am going to fuck your ass now. I am lubricating it.'

'No. I don't want you back there,' I said.

He just gave me an evil, demanding smile. 'Actually, I would enjoy your fighting me. Raping your ass would be more fun for me than you giving it to me. But, it would hurt you a lot more. I suggest you shut up and turn over'."

I was getting hard again but Becky's eyes were closed, her hands gently caressing her nipples which were hard as rocks. She was getting as hot remembering as she was telling me as I was listening.

" 'No,' I said. 'You may not have my ass.'

We both knew I wanted him to force me, to rape my ass. I guess the restraints were hidden behind the mattress. He rolled me over and lay on me. He pulled the restraints out and attached me to the bed, face down, arms spread.

"Now, little slut, beg me to fuck your ass.'

'No,' I said, wondering what he would do. He reached under me, lifting me up a little to grab my breasts. He began to squeeze, his fingers digging into my flesh. It started to really hurt. That it where the bruises on my tits came from, Bobby, from his crushing it when I told him no.

'Please don't,' I whimpered. He squeezed harder. I though he would rip my breasts off. Now, I was crying. I could stand no more.

'Fuck my ass, please. Fuck my ass. I am begging.'"

"He yanked me up on all fours. I felt his hands pull my ass cheeks apart, his monster at my virgin hole. He slammed all the way in on one stroke. God, it hurt, Bobby. I felt like I was being ripped in two. I screamed. I tried to pull away but his hands held my hips and my arms were tied. He waited as my ass hole spasmed in pain. When it finally relaxed, the pain began to subside. He started to move in and out, fucking my ass. It felt good. Soon, I was begging him to never stop. Oh, I begged him, Bobby. I begged him to never stop fucking my ass. I came twice from his monster cock up my ass."

She sighed contentedly and her eyes opened again. She smiled at me and saw my cock red and ready.

"Don't worry. I will let you have my ass someday," she said.

"No, Becky. Mr. Williams told me I was never to take you there. It is reserved for him."

"Well, I will make it up to you," she said.

Becky stood and began to dry off. Becky never bathes in front of me and for her to stand and let me look at her naked body while she dries off is a great change in her behavior. A change for the better, I might add. I looked closer at her body. I could see faint fingerprints bruised against her hips where he had held her.

"What happened then," I asked? She gave me a little, knowing smile. She knew I was totally aroused by her story.

"After he came in my ass, we showered together. I sucked him until he was nice and hard. Then, he fucked me again. I went to sleep wrapped in his arms." Becky wrapped her arms around me, kissing me. I could taste my cum in her mouth.

"You want a quickie or do you want to hear the rest of the story

first?" she asked.

"A quickie." After walking to the bed, Becky lay back, gave me a slutty look and spread her legs wide, grabbing her ankles to hold herself open. I had never seen her do that before. I knee walked between her legs and slipped my cock into her. She was sopping wet. She wrapped those legs around me and fucked me until I came, which was not long.

"Did you orgasm?" I asked. She kissed me gently.

"Bobby, I probably don't orgasm from you fucking me one time in ten. That is the reason I like you to eat me. And, it is one of the reasons I want Mr. Williams' monster cock. I orgasmed over and over on his cock, Bobby. Now, please eat me, baby. I want to cum, too."

I slipped between her legs, my mouth and tongue licking and sucking, taking her cum and mine, until she screamed in orgasm. When she had recovered, she continued.

"Saturday, I accompanied him as he played golf, riding in the cart. The cart was crowded with three of us but it was cozy. His partner put his hand on my leg at one point. I looked at Mr. Williams but he winked at me. His partner, Mr. Arnold, took liberties the rest of the way. I came on his fingers behind the seventeenth green." Becky was watching me like a hawk, to see my reaction. I was enjoying her story very much.

"Saturday night, he told me what to wear. Do you want to see it?"

"Very much," I replied.

She jumped up and opened her suitcase. She put on a black garter belt, black fishnet stockings, black five-inch-heeled shoes with a strap running around her ankle, a very short and very tight black skirt. She added a white pushup bra and a see through white blouse which emphasized her breasts and narrow waist. She looked like a slut, a high class slut.

"Like it?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Watch when I sit down."

She sat. It was almost impossible for her pussy not to show, the dress was so short. And, since she wore no panties and was shaven, the lips of her pussy were plainly visible.

"What do you think, Bobby? I am a slut, or what? I told you I would be his slut." She was excited at the thought, at being his slut.

"Go on with your story," I said. She smiled at me.

"'What are we doing tonight?" I asked.

'Mr. Arnold is joining us for dinner. Then, the three of us are coming back here for sex.'

I began to tingle. I never had two men before. And, it was very thrilling to be told and expected to obey without regard for my feelings. It was a lovely dinner at another great restaurant. During dinner both of them played with my legs. Oh, Bobby, at one point, my skirt was up so far, both of them put fingers in me at the same time. It made me cum. Right there in the restaurant, I came from two men finger fucking me. When we returned to the house, Mr. Arnold kissed me and began undressing me. Mr. Williams joined us. I never had two men before as you know, Bobby. I took one in my ass while another was in my pussy. I sucked one off while the other fucked me. I kept their cocks clean with my mouth. I must have cum fifty times. They left me in the guest bedroom, passed out from exhaustion."

She grinned.

"You have cum twice tonight. Do you need another?"

"Oh, yes," I said with a laugh.

"Doggie style?" Becky said. I fucked my wife doggie style. This time I believe she came as I lasted forever.

"What happened next?"

Becky was exhausted, drifting in and out of sleep.

"Hum?"

"After Saturday night?"

"Oh. Sunday, I fucked and sucked them both again. Then, I took a short nap. Mr. Williams awakened me, telling me we had an errand. That is when he had me pierced. That hurt. He meant it to hurt. The man at the tattoo parlor who did the piercing suggested they use a topical painkiller on me to deaden the area. Mr. Williams told him no, he wanted me to feel it.

'We need to tie her down, then,' the guy said. They tied me to a table, naked, legs spread. I felt him grab the hood with forceps and pull it out. Then, pop. I screamed like crazy. They gave me some aspirin. It is still throbbing some."

Becky smiled wanly.

"Bobby, I have got to sleep," she said and rolled over. I heard her snoring in an instant.

The week was fairly uneventful. The biggest change was for me was I had sex with my wife every night. And, it was not the plain old sex we had been having. It was wild, hard sex with both of us orgasming until we could not cum again. Of course, I ate her pussy each night. It was very clear to me that my cock did not make her cum.

Then, Wednesday, she went to the beauty parlor. Becky had long brown hair which reached to her shoulders. She always wore it straight. She always wore a small earring in each ear. When she got back, I was shocked at the change in her appearance. Her hair was cut shorter, dyed a beautiful golden blonde and curled so it lay around her head. And, she had five tiny gold rings in each ear.

Thursday night, she said, "I am not going to have sex with you. I know you are suppose to tell him. I just want to see what he will do." I was angry with her for denying me and told her so. She was very surprised I was so strong with her. I think it secretly pleased her. But, she was adamant. She wanted to find out what Mr. Williams would do. She found out.

When I told him, he immediately called her at school. He ordered her to his office as soon as school was over that afternoon. About four, he called me, telling me to join him in his office. Becky was sitting in a chair in his waiting room when I got there. Immediately, we both entered.

She was twitching all over as she stood in front of his desk, bright eyed and eager with anticipation. He never said a word to her, although he did speak to me. He came around from behind his desk and undressed her. When Becky was at school, she still wore the same conservative clothes she had always worn. Other times, she dressed like the slut she had become. He stripped her naked except for her thigh high stockings. Those he rolled down to her knees.

Then, he started fastening restraints to her wrists, thick leather bracelets which buckled in place and had big rings. Becky never complained. In fact, she was loving it. I could smell her pussy and see the juice on her thigh. When he finished with her arms, he attached restraints to her legs. He pushed her face down over his desk. With rope, he bound her legs and arms so she could not get away.

Becky was wild now. She started begging him not to hurt her. He grinned at me. It was clear she was loving what was happening to her. Finally, her spoke to her.

"Becky, I do not tolerate disobedience. I told you to satisfy your husband every night. He tells me you intentionally did not obey last night to see what I would do."

"Yes, sir," she sobbed.

I could see the panic in her eyes as he jammed a ball gag in her mouth and fastened the straps behind her head. Her face was total fear and she was squirming all she could when he showed her the willow branch. It was about four feet long and very supple.

"Now, Becky, you are a slut and I am your master. Bob is your husband. You will obey both of us all the time. This whipping will help you remember that."

He gave her twenty and he was not gentle. The stripes covered her from the back of her knees to the small of her back, although most landed on her ass and upper thighs. I could hear her scream through the gag as the welts, red and ugly, immediately popped up when the willow branch struck her.

When he stopped, he commanded, "fuck her cunt, Bob."

I was rock hard. I jumped behind her and slammed into her. She orgasmed on the first thrust but I was pleased how long I lasted before I filled her with cum. Mr. Williams dropped his pants. His cock was a monster, much bigger than mine. He ran it in and out of her sopping pussy to get lubrication, then slammed it as hard as he could in her ass. She screamed again and passed out. He stopped, his cock in her to the hilt. He retrieved smelling salts from his shirt pocket and held it under her nose. When she revived, he fucked her ass long and hard until they both came. He walked in front of her, removed the gag and stuck his cock in her face, ordering her to clean him. I watched her lick her shit and his cum from his cock. He left her there across the desk.

He sat in his chair and called his secretary, ordering drinks for him and me. The secretary did not even flinch when she saw Becky tied down and freshly fucked over his desk. I was have expected Becky to be embarrassed at being seen by someone else. It was obvious what had happened. But, she had a wild, slutty grin in spite of her crying when the secretary walked in the room.

After Becky's sobbing had quieted, he asked, "Have we learned a lesson today, slut?"

"Yes, sir," she said, in a tiny, little girl voice.

"I will do this whenever I wish and next time, I will not be as gentle with you."

"Yes, sir," she sobbed again.

"Do you understand about being Bob's slut as well as mine?"

She looked over at me. It was the most loving look I had received from her in a very long time."

"Yes, sir."

"Release her, Bob." I unbound my wife. When her hands were free, she gently explored her ass, winching every time she touched herself.

"May I go clean up, Mr. Williams?" she asked.

"No. Just dress. I want the cum to run down your leg, slut. I want everyone to know you are freshly whipped and freshly fucked."

When he called her a slut, she gave him a wild, sexy look.

"You like being my slut, don't you, Becky?"

She said nothing but her look screamed yes. He jumped to he side and swatted her ass which was still tender from her whipping. She squealed and jumped.

"I asked you a question, slut."

"Yes, sir."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes. I like being your slut." She turned to look at me. "I like being your slut, too, Bobby."

>From that day forward, there was no question about out relationships. >Mr. Williams was my boss and Becky's master. I was his employee and Becky's husband. Becky was my wife, a teacher, but, first and foremost, she was a slut, his slut first and my slut second.

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In contrast to her, I was much more adventurous sexually. Certainly no virgin, by the time I was her age I had had many women. Sex was the most important thing in my life. You might even consider me a sex addict; I spent many hours in strip clubs and adult bookstores, enjoying pornography and the pleasures of feeling up strippers. In fact, I continued to do this even after we were married, because while Tammy was the love of my life, there were feelings and urges that she didn't satisfy. There was no way I could tell her about this, she wouldn't understand, so it remained a secret I kept from her.

Marriage so far had been a compromise. I brought her along slowly; She was very resistant to do anything she considered "kinky", and to her that included blowjobs and any kind of ass play. I was crazy enough about her to hold myself back. It was tough for me. Birth control was out of the question because of her religion, so early in our marriage, before we wanted children, there were long periods when I didn't get anything at all. But as tough as it was, I did love her, and I even treated it like a tease. Slowly, over the months, she was loosening up, and with each new boundary we crossed I felt encouraged. Just small things, things like kissing my cock or letting me talk dirty to her while we "made love" really got me off, they felt to me like conquests, because she was so resistant. And oh, so beautiful. I longed for the future, because I knew that someday I'd have her doing anything I wanted. Someday I'd have her kneeling before me, and looking up at me, waiting for me to blow my load all over her pretty face.

But, you know, woman of a certain age start thinking of babies, and Tammy was that age. So after we were married almost a year she decided we'd try for one. And it was like a switch was thrown in her head – all of a sudden she craved sex. She had no problem doing what I wanted to get started – lots of nights I'd come home to find her in the slutwear she refused to wear for me when we were first married. There was a part of me that felt resentful, used, because she wasn't doing these things for me, just to use my urges to get what she wanted: a baby. So there she'd be when I got home from work, all dolled up like a groupie, with a bikini top, skimpy cotton dress high enough to show the tops of her thigh-highs, and the "fuck me" pumps I loved so much. Yeah, she had the look, she knew what I liked and how to tease, but she wouldn't really act the part. I wanted to get head; I wanted her eyes looking up at me from down there. That was all I thought about, but she just wouldn't do it. It was the same excuseshe used all along: "In the eyes of God it was unnatural". Still the "nice girl" inside. But I knew the real reason – She wasn't about to waste any of my precious baby seed that way. So straight sex was all she'd allow. And from my end, straight sex 10 or so times a week is more work than I bargained for. I wasn't 18 anymore. A few times we'd get started, she'd be under me, egging me on, tickling my ass with her long nails, and all of a sudden something would happen to me. I'd lose it, just go soft. I'd be ashamed, she'd say "That's OK." Months went on, there was no sign of a baby, and I knew she was unhappy.

As if that wasn't enough, money started becoming a problem – I just didn't make enough. I was going to school at night, but was stuck in a low paying day job until I finished school. Things were real tight. We lived in a small apartment, and never had enough money for simple pleasures like vacations. We couldn’t even afford to go out to dinner when her friends invited us. It seemed like all our friends had much more than we did. Some of her girlfriends even had vacation homes.

So she was unhappy enough about the money to go out to work. She found a job as an office girl. Every day she rode the subway to her job downtown. I felt terrible seeing her go to work. She never complained openly, she really was a sweet girl, but there were times, especially when she was talking with her better off friends that I saw a hint of unhappiness, real jealousy. The man in me knew this wasn't right. If we could just hold on for a few years, things would be better. I'd make more money after I finished school. She could quit, I'd have more time, more energy, and enough money to provide for her. Then maybe those baby juices would kick in again. I was determined to stick it out. I still loved her.

She had been working a few months when she started acting out about it. She'd be silent, almost sullen when she came home, saying little about what went on. She worked for some company downtown – all I knew was its name, Invigra Inc., and that she spent her day doing some kind of clerical work. I could sense a change in her. She wasn't after me for sex anymore. She started angry all the time. She’d come home from work and not even talk to me, and I felt miserable. I felt like a failure.

For a week or so I consoled myself by spending more time in the strip clubs after work. The girls there weren't so demanding, just a quick buck and they shook their ass for me. But after having the promise of her, the hope that she would turn into some dark angel in bed, these diversions didn't satisfy anymore.

So one day I confronted her. "What's with you? Ever since you started this job you've changed. I told you it would only be till I finished school, but you're acting like you're mad about it!"

She just ran into the bedroom, tears in her eyes and closed the door. "Fuck her!" I thought. I got my coat on and went out, out to the local titty bar. I hadn't cheated on Tammy at all since we'd been married, unless you count feeling up strippers and sluts in these clubs. My hands worked overtime that night, and a lot of the money that Tammy earned wound up laced through g-strings.

She was sitting up in bed when I got home. She said she was sorry, but her unhappiness these past few weeks had nothing to do with me. She wasn't mad about working; she just hated the place she was in. What she told me next changed my mood completely.

"There's a boss there, and he's always hitting on me. I have to go into his office, and he's always putting his hand on me, touching my bottom." She was starting to sob as she said this, a tear falling in a slow roll down her soft cheek. "He says things to me, dirty things" My heart started beating. Someone was going to get his ass kicked.

"What's his name?"

"Brock." What kind of name was that, I thought?

"We'll Tammy, tomorrow I'm going to work with you. And I can guarantee you this Brock asshole isn't ever going to bother you again." I wanted her to know I’d take care of this for her, I wanted her to feel safe, protected. I didn’t tell her that I hadn’t been in a fight since grammar school. This guy Brock was probably some old office guy, grown pudgy and soft around the middle. I told her I’d make this guy sorry he ever messed with her. I showed her my fist, and said, "This guy will be one sorry motherfucker!"

She just stared wide-eyed at me.

When we got into the elevator the next morning, she pressed floor 45. I noticed that Invigra had floors 39-45 in the building, and I pondered the meaning of her working on the top floor. I guessed that this Brock was some bigwig in the company. I figured the guy was some old business fart, I'd make short work of him.

The offices on the 45th floor seemed very prosperous indeed. Very plush and dignified, our footsteps were silent in the thick carpeting. The receptionist was an extraordinarily beautiful woman, a polished Nordic beauty, wearing a thin silk blouse. I could see a hint of protruding nipples, and I felt myself stir.

Tammy asked for Brock, and we were asked to wait for a few minutes. While we were waiting on the couch, I amused myself by checking out the people in the office as they walked through the corridor. Almost everyone was female, and they were all knockouts, young woman in their early 20's, impeccably dressed and attractively made up. Even the voices were sexy. I wondered if Invigra was some sort of modeling agency. I was about to ask Tammy when a tall, shapely oriental woman told us the Mr. Brock would see us now.

As we walked through the hall to his office, I got myself ready. I was going to surprise the prick, get right in his face. Just one word from him and I'd throw his sorry ass right through the fuckin window.

The Asian girl opened the door, and for a moment, I just took in the surroundings. Mr. Brock's office was the size of our apartment. It was a corner office with two floor-to-ceiling, windows that looked out on the harbor. There was a sitting area with a couch and two easy chairs on the right as you walked in, a rich mahogany bar on the left, and a long expanse of thick red carpeting before Brock's desk.

He was standing there, and at the first sight of him all my plans of kicking his sorry ass through the window evaporated. I'd need to try something different. Brock was a huge black man, at least 6'7", and he probably weighed about 250 pounds. He was in his late twenties, there was an athletic grace to his movement he rose from behind his big desk and sauntered over to us. No way I'd last two seconds in a fight with him. He shook my hand: "Tammy's told me all about you." He looked down, and gave enough of a squeeze in his grip to make me grimace. Somehow he knew what I were there for.

I couldn't talk, couldn't get the words out of my throat. He looked at me, with the light of a smirk in his eyes. "What's on your mind?" he said with a bit of a challenge. There was something disorientating about him. In addition to his physical bulk, there was an air of settled power and prosperity about him. His was dressed in a custom tailored pinstripe suit, a silk tie that probably itself cost my weeks wages. He had lots of expensive jewelry: A solid gold watch, several large rings, and his right ear had a 3 or 4 carat diamond stud. He exuded power and confidence. Guessing how he made it here, I had an image of him beating some drug dealer to death in a dark alley, winning his first piece of turf on his climb to the top. But there was another image that fit also, because I had to admit the man had an air of smartness, a winning combination of ballsy wits and a cat-like alertness. He could have made it here with his brains too, dealing on the trading floor of an exchange.

I had to say something. Both he and Tammy were staring at me. I started to look at Tammy, but I couldn't meet those soft green eyes that stared back. I knew she remembered how big and tough I sounded last night, how I ran my mouth about what I would do to Brock. I realized she looked at me the same way last night and I realized she didn't give me even a hint of what Brock was like. I didn't like the feel of that in me; She knew what I was getting myself into, and she let it happen.

"Well, Tammy, guess I'll just get back to work while your MAN here gets himself together" He gave Tammy a quick wink he turned and started back to his desk. As he sat down he laughed: "Guess a cat got his tongue!" He leaned back in his leather chair and studied me. Sizing me up with a cool hard stare. I couldn't hold his gaze, I had to look past him at the boats in the harbor behind him. The ball was in my court, and I felt helpless.

He pressed a button and said, "Bring in some refreshments for my guests, please." Still leaning back, the silence held the charge in the air.

"Tammy tells me you kids are trying to have a child." He was starting, he knew he had an opening and would work on the wound.

"Kids," even though he was ten years younger than us. I had the sick sense of where he was going.

"But its been months now, and I don't see any change in her lovely figure."

"But then again, it might take …. many years…" He was grinning from ear to ear, flashing his big white teeth, "…Considering what you have to work with!" He eased back in his chair, letting fly with a a big, booming laugh.

Finally, I forced some words out, "y-y-y-y-you know, y-y-y-you c-c-c-an't harass w-w-women that work for you!" I was gulping for air as I fought to get the words out.

"Lighten up, man." He was so cool, calm, "You know, I can do whatever I want. The law says I can't 'harass', well, let me tell you, the law applies only to chumps like you." There was a flash in his eyes. "Fact is, I can pick up this phone and be talking to the Governor in about two minutes. Think you gonna tell me about the law?"

He started back in: "What was that word, 'harass'. Well that means unwelcome, but let me tell you chump, your woman has needs, she be givin off all kinds of signals, hints like, you know what I mean?" He fell into an insolent, easy jive, I could feel the blood rise in my cheeks as I watched his smile start again – "But no you wouldn't know, sorry-ass wuss like you get no signals no time, ha, ha, ha"

The door opened, and one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen walked in. She walked like she was on a runway, with a smooth rocking motion to show the form of her leg and the lift of her high heels. She was carrying a tray of drinks, and when she turned to set them on the low credenza, she bent low, and I saw even more of her smooth, sexy legs. My eyes were locked on her, there was a certain charge in the air, and even though I was sick with fear I felt desire stir, knowing that the feel of her against my body would comfort me. But she was his, I knew it. I watched her leave the same way she came in. When I looked back at Brock, he was staring at me. I knew he never even glanced at her the whole time, even though the show was for him. He didn't need to, because his dick new every sweet fold and crevice of her body. He was staring hard at me. A line had been crossed.

"Its a great country isn't it!" He was toying with me know, enjoying the upper hand, the way a cat plays with a cornered mouse. "Guy can really make somethin of hisself here, all you need is a pair of big balls, but then again, guess you wouldn’t know"

He rose and walked over to us, and stood over me. I was sitting low in the sofa, he seemed like a giant glowering down at me. "C'mon, get up. What you waitin for, boy. Your lady, here, she be thinkin you don't care about her. C'mon, make me stop hittin on her!!"

Tammy was watching me, watching with the same stare she had ever since we entered the office. All last night she was quiet, let me build myself up, talk big, even though she knew what I was getting myself into. A word from her would have made me hesitate, but no, she let me go, let me talk myself into it. And then I knew what that look was. She was laying low, waiting, ready for the winner.

"Lily ass punk, I'm gonna kick you outta my office." He reached down with his big hands and pulled me up off the couch by the collar. My heart was beating like a rabbit, I was fighting for breath. My feet were lifted off the floor, and he must have done this with one hand, because the other hand was drawn back in a fist. I could see the flash of his gold rings on thick wide knuckles. I couldn't look away because the rings had sharp points, jagged razor like edges, made to tear up the face of a victim. I felt like I would throw up, and I began to feel dizzy with the stress and fear.

Tammy went up to him, put her hands on his big shoulders, and said, "Please don't hurt him." That’s what I was reduced to. He threw me down on the couch like a sack of shit. My pants were wet. Tammy looked at the wet spot in my pants and I saw a look of disgust, of revulsion, on her face. With a look like, that, I knew she was gone forever. Brock looked at Tammy, pointed down at me and said, "Thinks he's gonna tell me what I can't do."

He walked over to her, and said softly, "Why you wasting your time with this loser?" She had no answer. "You need a man to take care of you, protect you, not the other way around". He walked slowly, easily over to his desk, completely unconcerned that he was turning his back on me. He opened a desk drawer, and took out a long dark box, and then came up to her and said, "Here. This is for you". As she opened it, he was standing behind her, caressing her shoulders. I could see that his big hands had long, sensual fingers. She opened the box, and her mouth opened in a small "Oh", and as she saw his gift. I could see the jewels in the necklace and a look of joy in her bright eyes. He drew it from her hand, and then, slowly, moved behind her, and with smooth, languorous, almost reverent movements draw it tight around her neck. "A fine lady needs to wear fine jewels."

It didn't matter that he probably had a drawer full of these things, ready to charm whatever piece of ass that walked into his office. What mattered was that it probably cost two years of my pay, and she never had anything so nice before, something to show her friends, a symbol of a mans devotion. As he closed it around her, he kissed her on the neck. She wasn't drawing away, just looking off into some distant, inner landscape. He kept planting small kisses all along he sides of her neck. When he put his lips into her ear, and started whispering to her, she rested her head back against his shoulder. She broke into a bright smile as she heard his whispers. One of her hands was absently feeling the necklace on her neck, and she reached back with the other hand and caressed the side of his face. The bitch!

It was like I wasn't there anymore. He was moving on her like an expert, kissing her neck, and as he moved from her neck up her ear her head drew back in pleasure. He reached into her dress and started squeezing her breasts. Biting softly on her ears, whispering. I could make out a few phrases: "…make you feel real good…", "…deep inside…", and, as he slid his hands down towards her crotch, "…feel that fine, soft pussy…" When his hands got there, she closed her eyes, and she bit her lower lip. "…want a real man to give you a baby..," her chest heaved.

She turned toward him and put both arms over his big shoulders. She stood high on her toes. She was whispering back to him now, and while she nuzzled her face against his cheek he was pawing her ass. She drew back and started to undo his tie. She turned and looked me straight in the eye. So bold, so hot she was. The smirk was gone, here was a woman who found what she needed. For months I was trying to get her like this, trying to break through her reserve, and even though her creamy pussy didn't want me the sight of her like this got me hot. His silk tie made a whistling sound as she pulled it off. When she undid all the buttons of his shirt, and spread it open it to expose his torso, I could see the excitement in her face. His body was spectacular, all lean, tight muscle, chiseled like polished black granite.

He took her hand and pushed it down in his pants, and I could see the interest on her face as she felt his big tool. I could see her hand moving inside his pants. I was shut down now, in shock from a sort of overload. A part of me was trying to estimate how big his prick was, by inspecting the range of motion of her hands. She reached her other hand down, and opened his belt, and then got down on her knees to pull his pants down.

The man had reason to be proud. It wasn't even fully erect yet, but it was already much larger than any other dick I've seen. And very wide. My wife was kneeling now, just a foot or so from it, and I wondered how much of it she could take.

"Suck my cock, baby!", and slowly, slowly she brought her lips closer to it. When she finally touched it, and started to draw the length of it inside her mouth, I felt an electric surge move through my body. The push of that big, black Johnson into her mouth was hot stuff. My cock surged against my wet pants, as I saw her lips stretching, watching her resist the impulse to gag as she took as much as she could in her throat.

She never did this for me. For months I was bringing her along slowly, respectfully, being careful not to sully her with my carnal needs. I knew now that I was a fool – what she really wanted was a man to take her without asking. She was going down eagerly, working like a coke whore on the biggest, meanest guy I had ever seen. He was getting the treatment, the silky lip, soft tongue, careful slow suck that is the wet dream of every man. Every few minutes she would slide him out of her mouth, and then lower her face so she could tickle first one ball, then the other, with her long, wet tongue. When she would do this I would hear him murmur, "You are one fine bitch". Then she would slide him back into her mouth, and then stare directly at me. My cock was burning.

Once he draw her up, and then whispered something in her ear. I saw her nod, and he walked back over to me. "Get yo ass up off my couch!" I got up sheepishly; Tammy took her skirt and panties off, laid back on the couch, lifting her legs high and wide, exposing her hairy cunt to us. But no, it wasn't to us, it was to him. He undressed, slowly, savoring his conquest, enjoying the opportunity for some more insults. "Here, hold these," handing me his pants and shirt. I just stood there, unable to move, but not really wanting to anymore either. I wanted to watch it happen, I wanted to see him do Tammy. My excitement showed, Brock noticed my hard cock inside my wet pants. "Tammy, get a load of that little thing there, all ready for action!" They both laughed, and as I stood there, holding his clothes, he climbed on top of her.

I could see her face beneath his hard back and shoulders. She was all red, her lips were flushed with passion, and she stared up at him as she reached for his big thing and positioned it at her gates. He pushed the tip in, and he said, "C'mon girl, put your legs up over my shoulders." From my position I could see his ball sacs and the long fat prick hanging down into her.

The air was electric. He started pushing in, and her face jumped, I could almost feel the sharp pain, "No, Brock, you're hurting me!!!"

"Guess you ain't used to real meat, bitch!. Man, you tight like a teenybopper, ain't really been done yet!" he wasn't stopping, he continued to drive in, slowly, even though she was crying out in pain. It seemed like he was being deliberately slow, enjoying the feel of breaking her wide open. It seemed like an eternity, watching the length of his Johnson plunge into her, spreading her out underneath him, settling his body full on her wide open ass. Finally, he was all the way in, and he stopped a moment and gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead. "There now, it only hurt cause you ain't used to me, but you be OK, you're mine now"

She just looked over at me, glassy eyed. He held her tight by her shoulders, she was pinned under him as he started pumping. She was helpless, but it really didn't matter, because I could see she was over the edge, that sweet spot where the pain turns into surrender. "Oh, Brock!" Now she was digging it, enjoying the stab of his love tool deep down inside. Her mouth was pressed against his hard shoulder, she was giving him little love bites. "Oh, God, that feels good! Fuck, that big cock feels good!!"

"Man, Tammy, you be one sweet cunt! So nice and tight!"

Oh, I loved the sight of her, watching the way she gasped with every thrust, watching her be carried to the edge, hissing her pleasure like a wild animal. She was looking up at him, and I could see her cheeks were wet. They were tears of pleasure.

Brock stopped for a moment, Just when she was ready, just at that moment when he knew she was right there, almost ready to explode inside, he stopped thrusting and looked at her. He knew just what to do, how to use this moment, this ache he aroused in her.

He looked into her crying eyes, and brought his face down within an inch of her, and gave her the sweetest, gentle little kiss on her lips, and whispered, "You like this, baby?"

"Y-y-y-yes,", softly, like a prayer.

And he answered with a soft wet kiss. "You'll be my girl from now on?"

"Y-y-y-yes," loving what she heard.

"You be my bitch?"

"Y-y-yes, I do, I want that"

I thought I'd burst from passion, I felt like I was witness to some dark, sinful intimacy. I loved it too, feeling a vicarious pleasure at the treatment the man was getting from her, watching the smooth way he played her. I started to rub myself as I listened, forgetting the humiliation, caught up in the sparks that flew between them.

"I like my bitches be always there, case my dick get hard, need some sweet lovin, some o dat there sugar you got inside"

"Oh, Jesus, I want to be the one you come to, oh, Christ, Brock, I love feeling your big dick inside me!!" He was hearing what he wanted, and he started moving again, slowly pulling and pushing that big thing inside her.

"Gonna shoot you full of my baby juice, your belly be full of me!"

"Ohhhhh, Brock, I want you baby, oh you mean stud, pump it deep inside, I want your baby!!" She was coming, I saw a big smile of satisfaction on his face as she said let loose. I came at the same time she did, loving the sight of the big man in action.

That was a long time ago. He still comes over our house at least once a week. My job is to keep his son quiet, because Brock gets pissed off if his cries disturb his lovemaking, and all I have to do is feel my dentures with my tongue to remind me of what he's like when he gets upset.

When he calls and says he's coming I help Tammy get ready for him. I brush her hair, and help her put on the jewelry he's bought for her. I now give expert pedicures. I make sure dinner is almost ready when he arrives, the table is set, and the crystal is polished. When he arrives, I meet him at the door, wearing an apron. When I bring them their drinks in the living room, she's already laying in his big arms. My abuse is now part of their foreplay, he loves to tease me and she loves to watch. Its a long drawn out scene, he starts slowly, talking about how silly I look, and criticizing the way I keep "his" house. He'll ask Tammy if I've made any moves on her since he was there last. And even though I wouldn’t dare, she always lies, she turns to him and whispers in his ear about some indiscretion I've committed. Whispers while she's looking right at me, and I see a little smug smile on her face. Brock will smile too, almost laugh, he knows its a lie, but its his cue to get ph ysical. He gets up ad grabs me, holding me with one hand while he bitch-slaps me with the other. He'll slap me till I cry, Tammy laying there all happy inside, her juices flowing at the sight of her manin action.

All night long I sit with his son, hovering nearby in case he wakes. But sometimes, when he's in a deep sleep, I slip away, and walk towards "our" bedroom. I wait outside and listen carefully, and some sick instinct in me makes me stroke myself as I listen to them. I can hear her deep breathing, and I imagine the scene in my mind, the bulk of him on top of her, the shudder of pleasure in her face as the big man drives into her. She's not religious at all anymore, it seems all she wants that big dick pushing into her, stretching the soft skin on her insides, filling her with his precious seed.

I love the mornings best of all. When I wheel their breakfast in, more often than not they're still at it. As I push the bedroom door open I can see her red nails on his big black ass, urging him deeper into her. Her hand urge him in, even through she screams like she's in pain. "Oh Christ, Brock no!" He loves that, loves to feel like his woman can't take him. I know their games, I've heard every shout and gasp of their lovemaking, and I'm rock hard as I listen and pour their coffee.

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Forty seven cum shots would have been plenty for her carnal purpose, but because of the sheer eroticism of the situation, at least seventeen of them had lined up at the bag to dump a second load, and four actually came back for a third eruption!

My wife Cyndi loves being the center of attention. She has a large circle of friends and acquaintances who worship her fleshy assets. She had long ago grown to love all of her curves as much as I do and in the process, has allowed me to videotape her having sex with an ever expanding group of men. The tape that I made tonight was certain to be a hard-core blockbuster.

Cyndi has starred in many amateur porn movies, most of which serve as ice-breakers at our local swing group. The action that I filmed tonight was one that she had dreamed of producing for a long time. It wasn't until now that she had enough men to make the movie possible. Her friends volunteered to bring along anyone interested in donating some hot sperm to be used in our extremely kinky movie. The rest of the men present answered the ad on the bulletin board down at our local XXX movie store.

The ad read: Studs wanted. Must be well hung with large loads and not be camera shy. Nympho slut needs your cum for amateur porn production. Phone 469-0000

When the studs arrived at the house, in singles and in groups, they were greeted at the door by a very excited woman. Cindi was ready for sex! In addition to the heavy eye make-up that I love to see, she wore her sexiest fuck perfume splashed far up underneath the warm folds of her large sagging breasts.

As for clothes, what little she wore was all in black. Her heaving mounds of tit-flesh were encased in a custom made black brassiere designed to expose maximum cleavage. The cups had large cut-outs from which her hard, half inch nipples protruded sensuously. Her blouse was of black lace material that left very little to the imagination. Cindi's blouse was tucked into a black leather micro-mini skirt that literally was stretching at the seams in a futile attempt to keep her gorgeous fat ass inside. Underneath her slutty little skirt, she wore no panties (of course) to cover the fleshy folds of her bald cunt. Instead, black lace garters peaked out from under her skirt hem and were fastened to her black fish-net stockings. Her black stiletto heels pushed up her heavy legs into her plush hips, accentuating the lovely bulk of her ass cheeks. Everyone assembled agreed that this horny babe was indeed a carnal delight.

When the last of the gang arrived, Cindi led the pack of horny studs upstairs and into our bedroom where I was waiting with my cameras. Our bedroom is well equipped for sexual entertainment. There are mirrors on the ceiling and on the wall at the head of the bed. Along one wall, a 36 inch television set is hooked up to the VCR and was playing erotic highlights from previous sexual encounters with Cindi's other friends. One hot film clip followed the next: Cindi on the receiving end of a seven man gang-band; on her knees and spreading her ass cheeks to accept a huge, ass-splitting black cock; and Cindi flat on her back with her legs spread skyward in locked ankle cuffs at the center of a circle-jerk with all six men erupting simultaneously into her anxious waiting mouth. In each clip, Cindi does her best to hold eye contact with the camera because she loves being videotaped during sex.

Tonight's filming started when she removed her blouse and high heels before jumping up onto the bed, gyrating wantonly as she teased the crowd with her sex. Her hormones flowing as freely as her cunt juices, she stripped down to her garter belt and stockings, then she lied down on the bed with her toys.

They gathered around our bed as she filled their eyes with the incredible sight of her tits heaving back and forth as she slowly inserted her mammoth dildo into the creamy depths of her pulsating fuck hole. Her sexy tit flesh began to heave violently as the dildo increased the tempo of its' strokes. Each time that she was about to orgasm, she would grip the dildo with her pussy lips and then spread her fat ass-cheeks as far apart as possible. Next, she would jam a more human sized pink vibrator up her tight anus and hold it there as it worked its' quivering magic. As her climax approached, the fleshy rolls of her thighs and tummy would undulate in perfect time with her rapidly flopping chest until she screamed out her intense pleasure. After a short breather, she would then pull the near buried dildo out of her cunt and begin slowly working the gooey monster until another orgasm approached.

After each of her climaxes, several of the naked stallions closest to the edge of the bed stroking their meat would approach eruption and have to hurry over to the headboard. Here, a funnel was positioned over an enema bag and Cindi would suck one throbbing cock after another, finishing each off by carefully directing their spurting loads into the enema bag.

It made her feel so sexy to see those orgasms splashing one after another into her bag that it just made her pump her sex lips all the more urgently. For each of her orgasms, it seemed that about 8 or 9 men were lined up for relief. About the time that Cindi began to weaken from her many multiple orgasms, she noticed that some of the cocks up at the bag were repeat offenders. While their loads were smaller the second time around, just the fact that they were back for a second eruption was enough to reconfirm her sexual attractiveness and get that monster cock ravaging her hole with renewed vigor.

When it seemed that she couldn't possibly coax another orgasm from her quivering slit, she recognized that some of the cocks showing up for her attention were there for the third time. Incredibly, when the last four sets of balls were presented for a third milking, two of the studs produced larger eruptions than their first two trips combined!

In all, 68 very intense orgasms spewed over a half a quart of milky white urgency into her enema bag. If we had recruited another 9 or 10 cocks, it is likely that her bag would be overflowing. Though the enema bag was not full, her gaping cunt soon would be.

It was at this point that I handed the camera duties over to one of the men who had agreed to finish the filming. I went over to Cindi and carefully removed the funnel from the bag, making sure that every last drop of cock juice had dripped from the funnel into the open bag. Next, I took a couple of pillows and placed them under Cindi's elevated ass and then put a black satin sheet over the pillows. After Cindi lowered her beautiful fat ass onto the pillows, I inserted the enema nozzle deep within her pulsating vagina. My own rock-hard penis was dripping with pre-cum as I slowly began to drain the sperm bag into her thirsty slit.

By now a few die hard cocks in the audience were twitching back to life. They would be the icing on the cake if they could coax another load before the filming was over.

As the depths of Cindi's pussy began to fill up with the massive loads, she had to tug on her cunt lips and lift them in an attempt to keep from spilling any of the precious seed. A guttural growl was soon coming from the back of her throat as she could feel the approach of another orgasm brought on by the intense eroticism of having her sex cavity filled in such a depraved manner. With her heavy legs splayed wide open, I had to stop draining the cum into her hole every few minutes in order for the goo to finish settling into the depths of her scarlet gash.

After about 10 minutes, my shaking hands had finished squeezing the last of the semen from the scalding bag into her sex hole. The camera lens was zoomed in tight on her cunt as I withdrew the enema nozzle. With the nozzle pulled out, a big bubble formed in the warm depths of Cindi's pussy. The bubble gurgled and popped up to the surface of her sex lips, sending a shock wave of pleasure to her quivering clitoris

The camera was focused on her elevated cunt, looking down into the creamy depths of that hot pool of jism. Any cum that escaped from her slit during the procedure was quickly lapped up by my eager tongue.

Cindi, myself, the camera man and the whole crowd of semi-hard cock meat were ready for the climax of the film! With the camera a few feet away from Cindi's wide open cunt, I removed my clothing and stood astride the splayed open legs of this graphically exposed slut-woman. Like a high diver, my cock prepared to make the plunge into that sweet pool of steaming orgasms. Tension mounted as I slowly lowered my cock towards her pleading pussy. Strands of pre-cum were hanging from the tip of my cock to Cindi's creamy lips, helping to guide my throbbing meat towards its' gooey destination.

The crowd shouted encouragement as my manhood touched the target and then disappeared into the creamy wetness of male ejaculate. As my cock submerged into Cindi's liquid sex, the milky jism overflowed her lips before running down the folds of her ass cheeks, past her anus and finally pooled in the creases of the black satin sheet. Cindi screamed with pleasure as I began thrusting motions and plunged ever deeper into the creamy recesses of her molten cunt. A river of orgasms were now cascading down Cindi's fat ass cheeks as I was about to bury my shaft in her fuck-hole right up to my balls. As my scrotum touched her asshole, a loud farting sound emitted from deep within her gurgling cunt, spewing hot strands of thick ejaculate that splashed against my balls before dripping back on to her massive thighs.

Cindi's heavy hips began to buck to a shuddering climax and with it bringing my ecstasy to near peak. Just as I was about to shoot my wad, I pulled my cock out of her creamy pussy to reveal a tidal wave of cum encrusting my pubic hair, balls, and the entire length of my manhood. Cindi's gaping cunt, ass cheeks and thighs were also completely matted with this same thick juice. With the tip of my cock poised about an inch over her weary cunt, I erupted with my own overwhelming blast. Spurt after spurt erupted from my pulsating cock, combining with the copious ejaculate already covering Cindi's fleshy thighs and tummy.

After my balls were completely spent, Cindi and I quickly re-arranged ourselves into our favorite position, the old 69. She lowered her drenched cunt onto my waiting tongue and in turn began to lap up the jism from my cock and scrotum. Load after creamy load oozed from the depths of her gaping sex-hole into my awaiting mouth before a virtual river of male lust disappeared down my throat.

By now, a handful of newly engorged cocks were being primed for ejaculation. Several men had climbed up on the bed and squatted over top of Cindi and I. Rapidly stroking their fuck-meat, cocks were soon spewing white hot bursts of desire onto our extended tongues.

We awoke two or three hours later. The group had all gone home, leaving us glued together by the copious amounts of dried or sticky cum. After slowly pulling our naked bodies apart, we rewound the videotape, watched it as we masturbated, and then fell asleep for the night.

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Jackie had been living overseas for several years and, although she and Kate had been close as children, they had obviously not seen much of each other in the interim years. But a rather messy divorce had brought her back home and this was the first time that I had met her. When I first saw her I was quite impressed. Although well past thirty now, she still looked good. A shaggy mane of blonde hair cascaded across her shoulders and a pair of good legs protruded graphically from denim shorts that were way shorter than Kate would ever wear. Her figure was complimented my a nice swell in the front of her red T-shirt that offered the promise of a perky pair of breasts. Kate had cause to admonish me on a couple of occasions for staring at her a little to obviously. I'm sure that Jackie had noticed as well, but if she had she just laughed my attention off with a flick of her blonde hair.

"I don't mean to be ungrateful, guys," said Jackie as she sashayed up to Kate and I, her long, slender legs still extending from the ends of her shorts, "but this party sucks! I've seen more action in a graveyard!"

"We know!" I replied. "Kate and I were just debating how to get things to liven up a little. You got any suggestions?"

"Yes, c'mon Jackie," Kate chipped in, "you were always the one to get things going in the old days!"

I saw Jackie and my wife share a sly grin, presumably recalling long forgotten escapades.

"Well, why don't we play a game?"

Thoughts of Scrabble and Monopoly suddenly filled me with dread.

"Bit dull, don't you think?" I said.

"Not the game I've got in mind! You ever heard of "Auction Jack"?

Both Kate and I shook our heads in the negative. I had to admit to being intrigued though, it sounded more fun than Gin Rummy!

Jackie explained the simple rules. A volunteer would stand up to be

auctioned. The others would bid hard cash – the money donated to a charity – and whoever finally "bought" the volunteer could demand that they carry out an amusing or embarrassing task – the big thing was, in the game Jackie played, the task could be literally anything. No holds barred! The others seemed to think that this idea was a good one (I'm sure they would have chosen anything over the boring music and sullen silences that pervaded the room).

"Okay, I'll go first!" cried Jackie.

Everyone cheered. The party seemed to be picking up!

"Who will start the bidding?" I announced as self appointed auctioneer.

Jackie was standing on a coffee table in the middle of the room, her eyes down and hands clasped behind her back in typical "slave" style. Standing in her bare feet, her legs looked even longer and sexier than they did before.

"Five bucks" cried Kate, laughing.

Jackie looked at her cousin indignantly "Five? I think I'm worth a fuck sight more than that!"

"Any advance?" I said

"Ten!" Lenny Jacobs was enjoying an unprecedented night away from his wife and seemed determined to get into the atmosphere that was fast developing.

Suddenly Jackie pulled up the top of her T-shirt. Gasps were heard all around the room as, braless, her full breasts were exposed. I was shocked to say the least, but a true male, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the ripe example of womanhood in front of me. I expected my wife to say something, to admonish her cousin for her lewd behaviour. Reluctantly I tore my eyes from Jackie's tits and looked over at Kate. Surprise number two. Far from being shocked or disgusted as I almost expected, she was staring as intently as I and the other three guys had been. I watched her face as, very slowly, her pink tongue slipped out and slid gracefully over her upper lip.

"C'mon, guys and girls!" Jackie almost shouted, "these tits gotta be worth more than ten bucks!"

"Fifty!" Frank's voice was almost a whisper, but I heard it perfectly.

"Sold!" I announced. "She's all yours, Frank!"

"Slowly sauntering over to Frank, Jackie put her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the lips.

"So, what would you have me do?" she said finally breaking the embrace.

"Letting me suck on those nipples would be good!"

The room had gone deathly silent with Frank's request. For just a second Jackie just stared at him. I wondered if he had gone too far. Then, slowly, my wife's cousin cupped the underside of her breasts and held them up in a kind of sacrificial offering. In a flash Frank's greedy lips had closed over her hardening nipples and sucked them fiercely into his mouth. Jackie gasped out loud obviously excited by the way her skin was being stretched and closed her hands behind Frank's head encouraging him to suck deeper and harder. Nobody seemed to know where to look or what to say, and consequently the room was filled with silent observers simply watching Frank's oral caresses. With his head virtually buried in Jackie's cleavage, his hand dropped and began to lightly fondle the crotch of her shorts. Immediately, she pulled his head away and playfully slapped his hand.

"Oh no you don't!" she laughed, "you didn't pay enough for that!"

Frank was mortified. The bulge in his pants was obvious to everyone and he began to stutter almost uncontrollable digging his wallet out and fishing around for more cash.

"No. No!" continued Jackie, "Someone else's turn now! C'mon Kate, lets see you follow that!"

I was again surprised that, without a murmur, my usually very conservative wife walked forward and, kicking off her high heels, replaced her cousin standing on the table. Although still a little shocked, I was pleased to notice that Jackie had made no attempt to cover herself up again. Her breasts remained completely exposed and the crotch of her shorts seemed to be wedged a little higher between her legs.

I took over my duties as auctioneer again as my own wife stood in front of me. I wasn't sure about her letting one of our friends suck her tits as her cousin had done, but I was extremely sceptical about destroying the atmosphere of the party.

"I bid ten!" shouted George. He hadn't had a chance to bid on Jackie and seemed keen to join in the fun.

"Ten bid!" I replied.

The bids then started to fly. Twenty, thirty, fifty. I was about to sell for the same amount that Jackie had raised when I heard her voice echo from the back of the room.

"Five hundred bucks!"

Again the room went completely silent. At first all eyes were on the grinning Jackie, then slowly turning to me to judge my response. What could I do? What could I say?

"Er…Sold, I suppose!" I managed to say.

Cheers went up around the room for the valiant purchaser. I remained a little more quiet, sobering thoughts going through my mind. What task would Kate be expected to complete for that sort of cash?

"What do you want me to do, Jackie?" Kate's voice sounded a lot more confident that I had expected.

"I think you know, Kate. Remember the last time we were together? Our promise?"

"Yes, I remember." Kate looked directly into her cousins eyes. This was more than just a friendly glance.

"It's time for you to make that promise good, hon – take off your panties and lie down on the floor!"

Frank, George and I all looked at each other in complete bemusement. I think my friends expected me to have the answers to their unvoiced questions but, truth be told, I was just as baffled as they were. All I had managed to work out was that Kate and her cousin had obviously made some sort of deal when they were teenagers and that the deal appeared to be extremely sexual in nature. Not only that but, from the way that Kate was wriggling out of her panties and obeying her older relations instructions with out a word of argument, it seemed that the deal was going to be sealed in front of us all!

"Please let me do this, John," my wife pleaded with me as she sat back against the wall with her legs spread. "Last time Jackie and I met we experimented. I kissed her pussy. She loved it so much she wanted to do the same to me. But then we heard her mom coming and had to stop. That was nearly twenty years ago and I've had to wait until now to let her keep her promise."

How could I interfere? Why would I want to? I'd have to be a complete idiot to put a stop to this, I thought!

"That's fine, girls! As long as you don't mind us watching, I don't think you'll get any arguments from us boys!"

I heard grunts of agreement immediately from my three friends. We decided to sit and watch the action from the comfort of the sofa.

Slowly, Jackie sank to her hands and knees and began to crawl towards my wife's spread legs. Kate's eyes were closed, her hands planted firmly on the carpeted floor. Her breathing heavy and deep with anticipation. I watched intently as Jackie moved between her open thighs and began to gently stroke the hot flesh of my wife's legs. Her hands travelled the length of her long, tapered limbs, down to her feet, massaging her toes softly and then slowly back up tracing gentle patterns with her fingernails. Further up and up Jackie's hands travelled until they were on the insides of Kate's thighs again only inches from her now visible pussy. Kate moaned out loud as she felt her cousins cool fingers gently pry open her pink, wet labia and slowly rotate a digit over her engorged clit. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. My wife's clitoris was not the only thing round here engorged. I realised that whilst I had been watching the show that was being put on, I had developed an erection that was straining painfully in my pants. I threw a fleeting look at my sofa companions and realised that they all sported major bulges as well! Not surprising really, I thought!

We all watched closely as Jackie's head began to sink lower and lower between Kate's open thighs. Kate howled and I knew that her cousin's tongue had made contact.

"Oh…yes….lick me Jacks…suck me baby!"

For a second, Jackie raised her head and smacked her lips. The broad smile on her face told the whole story; she had obviously been waiting to do this for a long time.

"Just lie back and enjoy, baby!"

And then her head was gone again; buried between my wife's thighs and loud slurping and sucking noises echoed around the room. Kate, it seemed, was finding it tough to keep still. Her head rocked back and forth as she received the exquisite tongue bath that she had been promised for so long. Her hips bounced raising her butt up from the floor and almost presenting her pussy as a gift to her lover. I had never really thought of my wife as bisexual and a part of me wondered if this revelation would change anything between us. I didn't really know the answer to that, all I did know was that I would be more than happy for her to entertain me in this fashion as often as she wanted to!

"Oh God, Jackie! I'm gonna….cum….Oh, God…..Yes…yes..yes…YESSSSSSSSSS!!!"

As her orgasm ripped through her body, Kate's hips jumped up and down like a kid on a trampoline. Jackie had slipped her hands under her cousin's butt to support her as her face flooded with fluid, and, at the point that Kate orgasmed, I saw her lover slide a finger between her butt cheeks and up deep into her anus causing her to shake uncontrollably and release another jet of sex juice into Jackie's mouth.

Leaving my trembling wife, writhing and twitching on the carpet, Jackie stood and took off her top completely.

"Time for a little more fun now, boy's" she said laughing in our direction. "You all look like you got boners fit to burst!" Now a little recovered from her shattering climax's, Kate joined her cousin and stood by her side in front of us. She had removed her clothes completely and her small, pert breasts contrasted beautifully with her cousin's fuller figure.

"Take them out boy's," said Kate, smiling, "Jackie and I are going to have a sucking race!"

Well, I couldn't have got my cock out quickly enough – although I think Frank still beat me to it! The girls started at each end of the sofa – George and me – and sucked like pro's! Jackie was working on me, and the thought of another woman's lips around my tool, coupled with the sight of my own wife gobbling one of our best friends, caused me to lose it big time! I don't think I've ever cum so fast! Next to me, Frank did little better and exploded into Jackie's mouth a few seconds before Kate managed to coax Lenny's semen from his balls with her lips locked around his glans and her little finger in his ass.

That night our three George, Lenny and Frank stayed over – no way were they going to leave! – None of us went to bed, but instead stayed up all night fucking, sucking and groping until the sun broke through the lounge windows. By then we were all completely exhausted. I'd cum at least three times – a definite record for me – and I'd lost count of the orgasms that the girls had experienced. It seemed that whilst Kate had never tried it, Jackie was no stranger to anal sex and we all had great fun watching as Frank, with Jackie's help, tried over and over to penetrate my wife's back door with his big dick. Eventually, however her tight rear opening did concede and she ended up with Frank dumping a huge load of his cum over her upturned ass cheeks.

The party may have turned into a gang-bang orgy, but I shall always remember it for the Auction game!

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To start, Janet was rather annoyed at the invasion of privacy, but as the days passed and she admired his muscular frame and soft blue eyes she felt he was waiting for something.

This morning she had decided to do something about it. She had woken up early to prepare. Her outfit for the day included medium heels, garter belt and stockings, blouse, short-cut skirt, bra, and jacket.

As the train pulled away she arranged herself across from him. She caught his eyes and gave him a welcoming nod. He just smiled and watched her.

Over the next few minutes, as she 'read' a magazine, she proceeded to cross and uncross her legs. Slowly, ever so slowly, her skirt worked its way higher and higher along her thighs. When it was less than an inch from revealing her stocking tops for all to see, she looked up at him again.

He was certainly paying attention. His eyes were riveted to the spot between her legs, still hidden by the skirt. She smiled as she saw his slacks had developed a very prominent bulge and he kept pulling his hand away from touching it.

She waited until he looked at her eyes. She gave him a questioning look, as if to say "Do you want more, sir?". He nodded imperceptibly.

Janet arranged her things beside her to create walls on either side of her legs. The crowd was not yet enough to create standing riders so only her watcher could see her legs above the knees.

She hooked a finger under the edge of her skirt and began to draw it back towards her fluttering belly. The excitement of this exhibition had gotten her heart pounding and her pussy warm and moist.

Her stocking tops and garters appeared next, causing an appreciative ripple in her audience. Then, finally, some curly hair peeked out at him. She shifted her hips to allow her legs to spread a little. Each movement was arousing.

Janet let one finger slip down into her hot pussy and draw out a finger-full of juices. She brought it to her mouth out of desire and sucked her finger clean of her hot musky juices. She looked back at him.

He had his jacket over his lap and one hand led into the coat. The movement was almost unnoticeable, unless you suspected someone of masturbating on a subway train. Their eyes met.

Janet ducked her head as if to see under his jacket. He looked around really nervously and then tented his jacket quickly. Janet liked what she saw. His cock was full, thick, and hard. She guestimated about six or seven inches, maybe more if she was lucky. His jacket dropped quickly.

Janet slipped another finger into her slit and began to pump it in and out. Once he got the idea, he responded quickly to her offered gestures.

Janet began to arrange herself as the train stopped for a station with usually large crowds. They both rose to get off the train, no where near their necessary stops.

Janet led the way from the subway train and up the long concrete steps to the open air. Once outside, she looked around at the nearly deserted parking lot. The evening wind was already chill and she could feel her nipples react to the chill.

He walked up behind her. He pressed himself into her, his cock making an undeniable impression on her firm ass. He let his hands roam the front of her outfit as he began to suckle the skin on her neck.

She couldn't wait any longer to feel his prick inside her. She spotted an out-of-the-way side of the Subway entrance, a wall hidden by bushes and other walls. She led him quickly there.

His hot breath in her mouth as they kissed fueled her passions higher. His body pressed hers against the cold concrete wall. His hands sought her breasts; helping her off with her jacket, and then the blouse.

Her pussy was trembling with her undressing. Anyone might come around the corner to find her being ravaged by this stranger. She wanted them to come and see her, see the slut so controlled by her lust to ignore their shocked stares.

He started moving her skirt up out of the way. He ran his fingers along the garter straps, tracing the tops of her silk stockings and snapping the straps against her hot thighs.

He unsnapped her bra with the moves of a pro, and she found her nipples revealed to the night air, the blast of cold wind mixing with their body heats to harden her nipples into bullets from her breasts.

He took her nipples in his fingers and began to play with them, rubbing, pinching, licking, twisting lightly. Her breathing was labored and short. Her face felt flush and her pussy juices were beginning to run down her thighs. She was well on the way up on her roller coaster of orgasm.

She moved her fingers to his crotch and deftly released his straining meat from its cotton prison. It fell hot and heavy into her fingers. She pulled it towards her open pussy. He smiled at her in the blurriness of two faces together and moved forward, slipping his cock into her hot, dripping pussy.

She felt the meat divide her and penetrate her. It kept coming an inch after she expected it to stop and felt fuller than ever before. His length was perfect, his width a delicious strain.

Her nerves became hyper sensitive as the fucking commenced. She felt every grit of the concrete against her back, every strand of his hair in her fingers, his lips on her skin and his tongue butterflying her lips.

The buildup had been too long, and as much as she wanted to feel him fucking her for hours, she knew that she'd start coming soon. She wanted to hook him, make him come with her.

She started to flex her thighs and pussy muscles to stroke his meat as it pistoned in and out of her. He began to moan in appreciation.

Moments went by of exquisite contact, flesh into flesh, a carnal communion, she began to lose herself in the impending wave of orgasm. She wanted to come so bad, she began to hump back at his thrusts. Her moans became cries.

He began to grunt and his thrusts lost their solid rhythm. They began to come and his cock felt like it swelled inside her. She felt the pinpoint heat of his boiled cum shooting into her, and she crested her own orgasm, her pussy muscles milking his cock for every last drop of come. She panted and whimpered, trying not to scream like she ached to do. She grasped him tightly and wrapped her legs around his thighs, prolonging and deepening their intimate embrace.

Uncounted moments later she let her legs slip down his thighs to support herself. His cock slid out of her. He did not release their embrace. They smiled at each other in their afterglow, nuzzling and enjoying the decaying warmth.

He began to speak "I'm…" when she stopped him with a hand to his lips. She pointed behind him to the lit building across the street. An elegant neon sign pronounced it the Charles Road Grand Hotel. She questioned him with a look when he turned back to her. A nod and they were cleaning up for the walk over…

Registration was quick and painless. He used a credit card and she waited for him out of earshot.

The elevators were chromed and Janet looked at her reflection in them. She saw herself, but it felt so far away from her normal life. She was pursuing something that at any other moment in her life she would never have done. She was following her lusts and passions, drinking deep of sex, and for that, she could not recognize the body staring back at her from beyond the shining doors.

He joined her and dangled the key from his finger. It had the number 800 on it. Janet wasn't sure, but she thought that the eighth floor looked like penthouse suites. All the better.

The doors opened and a woman walked out. She was stunning and dressed for display. From her walk and attitude, Janet guessed she was a hooker. The woman was wearing a black leather miniskirt and stockings attached to garters that peeked from beneath the skirt. Her top was a blue satin bustier. Add a pair of spike black leather heels and she was a pure sex object.

Janet watched her reach the desk and give some bills to the clerk. She also gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Remember Raoul, you know where to find Cindy when you need her," she commented to everyone in the lobby as she walked out. Janet slipped into the elevator behind her lover. She filed the incident away for further use as she returned her attention to the man beside her.

They embraced as the elevator headed up, the floor indicators rippling upwards with them. She held him tightly to her and their tongues touched each other, searching for a more intimate coupling.

The doors opened, presenting a short hallway with two doors. Janet followed his lead as they walked to the one marked 800. He opened it quickly and stood back for her to enter the room.

Suite 800 was huge. There was a hot tub in the middle of the living room, a large bathroom, a kitchen and a delightfully large bedroom. The tub was already hot and bubbling. Janet smiled as she walked toward it. He closed and locked the door before following her.

Janet stopped at a stereo and turned on her favorite station. She began to sway to the beat it was laying down. She pushed him on to the couch facing the tub and began a strip tease for him.

She danced to the music and stroked her body for him. She smiled as she saw his cock hard again against his slacks.

First her jacket fell to the floor followed quickly by her shoes. The barer her skin became, the more aroused and sexy she felt. After her blouse revealed her heaving breasts enclosed in her bra, she looked at him. He had removed everything but his slacks and briefs.

She looked into his eyes as she reached to her left and slowly unzipped the side of her skirt. She turned towards the tub and let it fall open over her panty covered ass, garters running under the silky material. Then she let it slide slowly down her legs.

Turning to him once again, she continued her dance, letting her hands caress her flesh. Every nerve felt like an erogenous zone. Her nipples were on fire as she pinched them through her bra. He was moving on the couch now, his hand stroking his cock through his slacks, his torso stretching and twisting.

Janet unsnapped her bra from the front clasp and drew it back from her burning breasts. She let it slide down her arms stretched behind her, forcing her tits out in front of her. He was almost drooling, and definitely aching to touch them.

Next went her panties, drawn tantalizingly slowly down her thighs and calves leaving her clad only in her garter belt and stockings. Taking the safe bet, she left those on to entice him. Every other man she'd ever had liked her to wear them.

Now she went towards him on the couch. She stood before him with her legs spread.

"Lick my pussy. Make me come in your mouth." He smiled widely as he scooted up to lean into her bush.

She felt his tongue touch her cunt hair and thighs before it began to push between her pussy lips. She was hot and wet and she felt him licking and sucking at her lips. Ripples of pleasure shifted across her body making her lips tremble and her nipples twinge. As his tongue ventured deeper, she felt herself widening her stance to give him the widest access to her cunt. She began to talk to him, saying everything her lust wanted but her mind had never before allowed.

"God, your tongue feels good in my cunt. My pussy is purring for you. Suck my clit." He responded admirably and sent her a jolt shock as he sucked her clit in between his lips and played with it with his tongue.

She rested her hands on his head, and ran her fingers through his hair as his head bobbed in his eager work. She felt his nose brushing through her hair.

Her pleasure rose steadily over about 30 seconds, and she arched her feet in response, eager to reach for higher sensations. She pushed his head into her and gripped his head with her stocking-covered thighs. Her orgasm hit her and she screamed out without any restraint into the spacious suite.

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, suck me, lick me, I'm coming, here I come, here I come, God its good, ah, ah ah ah ah aaaaaAAAAAAH" He kept up his work and kept her spasming with subtle and direct stimulation of her clit.

She almost lost consciousness as the pleasure gripped her body from her lips and nipples to the goosebumps on her arms to her ass, pussy and feet.

He laid her back on the couch and moved on top of her.

His body was hot and hard as it moved over her naked flesh. She felt his enormous hard-on beneath his slacks. He dry-humped against her, staining the front of his slacks with her juices. Janet held onto him and stroked his muscles.

Soon though he had to get up and take the awkward time to undress. He stood.

"Reveal me." he said in a quiet but commanding tone. Janet smiled as she took the position he'd had moments before. She stroked his powerful legs through the slacks for a few moments, getting near but never reaching his cock-bulge. She kept this up until he didn't put up with it anymore.

"I said reveal me." A little louder, but enough to get Janet to obey quickly. She undid his belt with some difficulty, taking the time to remove it from the belt loops. Then each button came undone to reveal his hot thick meat. Janet quickly pulled the slacks down and off of him and returned her attention to the cock protruding before her.

Without a fanfare, she pulled the briefs from around his cock, hooked them under his balls and grasped his cock with both hands. The head was still exposed and she began to make mouth-love to it. Her tongue probed his cum-hole and her hands had began to stroke him when he spoke.

"Did I permit you to touch my cock?" Janet stopped, rather confused. Some part of her suspected what was coming next and tingles began again between her legs.

He pulled her hands away from his cock. He stepped back a pace.

"Touching my cock is a privilege and sucking it is your highest aspiration. Do you understand?" Janet wasn't sure what was going on, but the juices in her pussy and the heat she felt certainly told her to agree to anything.

"Yes." He didn't look happier.

"Yes… Master?" The frown disappeared somewhat.

"For being a bad girl, what should happen?" She saw his cock was still as hard and throbbing as ever, glistening with her spit. He was loving this.

"I should be punished." She added the Master after a brief pause, cued by his reaction.

"Correct." He walked to the dining room portion of the suite. He took a hard chair and brought it back to the area littered with their forgotten clothes. He sat down. Janet didn't know what was next.

He helped her.

"Proper punishment is either a sound spanking or services to me beyond your proper duties." Janet had never been spanked, but the other services part was too vague for her to try just yet. She moved to his side in order to lay across him.

"What have you chosen?"

"I deserve to be spanked because I was naughty, Master." He nodded.

"Get your panties and put them on." Janet complied and returned to her former position. He moved her across his lap so her ass was displayed for him at her highest point. She closed her eyes and waited.

SMACK. She cried out a moment as the pain sizzled her asscheeks. SMACK. She bit her tongue, but didn't speak. SMACK. A tear welled up in her eye. She wasn't sure about this. SMACK. Another tear and more electric pain.

Then she noticed the electric jolts were connecting right to her pussy. With each stroke she was getting wetter and hotter. The pain was almost ignorable.

By the twentieth smat, she was ready to beg for more. She couldn't keep herself from shifting against his leg, ravenous for a fucking. But he had positioned her so that his cock lay hot against her stomach and would not reach her sizzling pussy.

He stopped and carefully pulled her panties down to around her thighs, far enough to trap her from spreading her legs. She had been nearly naked with him before but this deliberate revealing felt more exposing than anything else. She knew that she was only moments away from an orgasm.

"Have you learned your lesson?" She kept herself from yelling.

"No, Master, I have not."

"I thought so. Well, you will be spanked until you come!" He moved his free arm around her until his hand rested against her pussy. He resumed the spanking against her exposed bare bottom as he played with her clit. Not even moments went by before she spoke.

"Yes, Master, I've been bad, punish me, spank me, spank me harder, make me cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm cum..cum..cumming, aah aah oooh aaah aah yes god I'm coming…"

As Janet recovered from her orgasm, he lifted her back on to the couch and returned to his chair. She saw the precom oozing out of his cock and his hand couldn't keep from stroking it a little.

"If only I had my toys, we could do this right. You seem eager enough." They both smiled at that.

"But Master, I may know of someone with the proper toys. May I make a call?" He scowled.

"Are you someone else's slave?" He asked almost disappointedly.

"No, but I have a hunch. It will definitely be rewarding, Master." He nodded and she noticed him breathing quickly, either through anticipation or thrill.

A quick call to Raoul, a transfer to a line Raoul obviously kept on his speed-dialer, and a minute or two of explanation.

"Cindy will be here in 15 minutes, Master. What shall I do while you wait?"

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"Stand and enter."

Without moving her wrists from their "secured" position behind her, she clamored to her feet, keeping her head bowed as she made her way toward the sound of her Master's voice. Once His feet were within view, she stopped, and knelt again before Him.

He walked away from her. Part of her mind was disappointed, thinking that perhaps she had done something wrong; He rarely ever walked away from her unless she had been commanded to remain in a particular position or was bound to an immovable object. Still, her heart soared, for He would not have commanded her to appear in their sacred place – especially dressed in this manner – unless He truly wanted (desired? needed?) her presence.

She heard the door close, seal, and lock. This was not uncommon, even if He intended to only play lightly. Still, the sounds from the door held a "finality" to them, signaling that she could not leave again no matter what.

She chastised herself for that thought, reminding herself of the safeword she had selected several years before. Only once had she ever used it, when she recognized the scent of alcohol on His breath. she always gave her body and her love to Him willingly in equal measures, but that night she made her body untouchable due to her love for Him, that the drink would not cause Him to inadvertently harm her beyond their long-held agreement.

His feet reappearing within her limited range of view brought her back to her present situation. From the cool caresses down her back and jostling her hair just slightly, she was kneeling almost directly underneath one of the air conditioning vents. Especially in the intense Phoenix summer, the cool wafts of air felt wonderful, sensual.

Surprisingly, He knelt before her, something He almost never did. Instinctively, she spread her knees even further apart in case He wished access to her most private of places. Only He had ever touched her there, and a heartbeat later, He touched her there once again.

"You have been extremely wonderful these past few weeks," He praised her, whispering as His free hand maneuvered her hair aside so He could gaze deep into her eyes, His other hand maneuvering aside the front of her thong to stroke her womanhood directly. "While life at work has been extremely stressful for Me lately with the merger preparations, you have been a sweet, relaxing, calm presence in My life."

"Thank you, Master," she whispered, her eyes held captive by His gaze as her heart soared at His kind words. "I only wished to ensure your happiness, Sir."

His smile caused her soaring heart to melt. The sudden entry of a pair of fingers into her body caused her to gasp softly, yet her eyes never broke the gaze. Seconds later, the digits were removed and raised to her lips to be cleaned by her expert tongue.

"I want to thank you by breaking in the new equipment that arrived yesterday," He announced. His smile mirrored hers. "you deserve it after being so sweet and considerate of My needs over the past few weeks."

"Thank you, Sir," she whispered.

"But first, I want you to masturbate for Me while I set up the new equipment."

"As you wish, Master."

She lay on her back on the floor, knowing this was the position her Master preferred for her when she pleasured herself for Him. Both her hands instantly slipped inside the thong to begin compliance with His command. She kept her eyes upon Him initially, admiring His typical all-black formal attire until He finally stood and moved out of her field of vision.

The sparks emanating from her core began to leap further, spreading throughout her small frame. her breath came faster, her lips emitted soft sounds, her fingers danced beautifully across her clitoris.

"Sir, may i cum?"

"Yes, as much as you'd like."

Her hands launched into full-assault mode, never slowing through the onslaught of orgasms which wracked her senses and flooded the carpet. As she cried out again and again and again, her own voice felt like a distant memory, real yet fleeting. her body felt as if it was being swept away in an overflowing river of sexuality, breathtaking fireworks exploding on the inside of her eyelids, her heart pounding so hard and fast that it threatened to explode.

"So beautiful. So slutty."

The words barely registered, as they were spoken in the midst of yet another orgasm. As that wave of pleasure began to recede, she felt Him straddling her, His legs against her sides, pinning her wrists to either side of her head. When at last she could open her eyes, she looked through sex-glazed eyes up at His sweet smile. "I never knew my wife could be such a brazen whore," He noted aloud. Her clitoris throbbed again at the "W" word.

He bent down to kiss her, and her mouth attacked His with extreme viciousness. she struggled, wanting desperately to wrap her arms around her husband and Master, yet His hold on her wrists was firm. As the kiss continued, He slowly moved His legs backward, slipped them between hers, and rested His crotch above hers. His manhood was already long and solid inside His black trousers, and her hips instantly reacted to Him. If not for the copious amount of fluids continuing to emerge from her, this would be dry humping at its finest as He teased her nicely.

Instead, she was a bit embarrassed, since her wetness would be all over Him when He finally lifted Himself from her. Still, she wrapped her legs tightly around His waist, squealing into His mouth with each long stroke back and forth across her womanhood.

He sat back, releasing her wrists and extricating Himself from the vice grip of her legs. her eyes opened once more, and she began to giggle at the sight of His blackened lips. Obviously aware of the spectacle He presented, His laughter joined hers as He drew her close for a hug, then helped her to stand on her shaky legs.

"Remember the game of Assassins from our first year in college?" she asked. "i just killed you with The Kiss of Death."

He smiled again, obviously remembering the game. "If anyone must kill Me, I would hope it would be you. But now, on with the show."

He turned her around, and she saw the new equipment, which He named the Body-stocks. Instead of securing one's head and wrists in the stocks, this version was taller and a bit thicker with two small holes for the wrists and a larger hole lower on the device for the torso. A heavy chain wound through the pair of holes near the base of the Body-stocks.

"Are you ready?" she could only nod her assent as her eyes drank in the sight of the device, her mind reeling with questions: Would He drive her insane with pleasure? Would He tease her mercilessly, then leave her to stew in her own lust for hours? Would He cause her body to convulse with pain?

She soon stood facing the back of the Body-stocks. As her fingertips glided along the nicely-polished oak wood, she could hear her Master opening one of the drawers in a dresser along the wall behind her. When He returned, He knelt behind her and affixed a pair of cuffs to her, using small padlocks to ensure they remained snug around her ankles. The snaps at the end of the heavy chain were attached to the D-rings of the wide leather cuffs, giving her only a few inches of maneuverability.

Slowly, He licked and nibbled His way up the slave's legs, His hands stroking the insides of her thighs. Strategically ignoring the juncture of legs with torso, He continued working up her back, licking along her spine, until He stood behind her. Pressing Himself against her, she could feel the hardness trying to press between her lower cheeks, and could also feel the wetness she had deposited there earlier. Fortunately, He did not seem to mind that His clothing was now "dirtied" because of her.

Then again, if He did indeed mind, He would take it out on her body once she was secured in the new device and unable to escape the punishment.

After briefly cupping a breast and squeezing gently, He moved to the right side of the Body-stocks. Removing the lower padlock, He opened the device. Without needing to be commanded, she leaned forward, resting her stomach on the dip in the wood. Seconds later, the device was closed and padlocked, leaving her leaning forward somewhat awkwardly. Wearing the open-cup bra, she was quite aware of her breasts hanging beneath her; wearing the thong, she felt quite exposed despite the scant garment.

She felt the vibrations through the wood as the top part of the device was opened. Carefully, slowly, He helped her to bring her arms back above her head, then threaded each forearm into place before closing and locking the Body-stocks. Hearing Him step away again, she took the opportunity to attempt to bring her arms forward. In this position, if she so wanted, she could probably squeeze her wrists through the small holes. However, He quickly returned with and applied another pair of thick leather cuffs, also secured with padlocks and connected by a short and even heavier chain. With the thickness of these wrist cuffs, she had no chance to slip her wrists through the small holes.

Then again, she did not want to escape.

"How do you feel?"

Taking a quick mental assessment of her situation, she felt the wetness growing again between her legs. Confinement of any kind seemed to excite her no matter what the situation. That this was a brand-new piece of equipment thrilled her even more. However, she quickly noted that she would need to work to keep her head raised, or else blood would pool into her head and probably cause her some dizziness.

"I feel wonderful, Sir."

"Good. you look wonderful, as well."

Standing behind her, He could not see her smile at the compliment. she wiggled her rear at Him, knowing He would appreciate the gesture. Then she simply waited, listening as He moved around the play room.

When He at last returned to her, He knelt before her, nipple clamps in hand. Gently, He sucked at her left nipple, tugged at it with His teeth, enticed it to lengthen and harden, then tortured it with a clamp. her soft sighs of pleasure instantly changed to a loud groan of pain. she winced as the clamp was tightened to ensure it would not come off before He wanted it to come off. Then the same agonizing treatment was awarded to the right nipple.

"Don't go away." With a soft laugh, He rose and left the play room, leaving her alone. From her lengthy training, she closed her eyes and performed her breathing exercises, helping her to internalize the pain in her nipples and also to pass the time in His absence. Yet it was almost impossible to remain still, causing her breasts – and, ultimately, the clamps – to sway slightly beneath her. Now she understood why she had been ordered to wear the open-cup bra for this play session.

Opening her eyes once more, she looked down at the twin mounds falling away from her, noting how they and the clamps oscillated. The position she was in was beginning to become uncomfortable, and she found herself wiggling as best as she could, the movements of the clamps sending small shock waves up her feminine orbs and down her spine to her core, where additional wetness was created and overflowed her body's ability to contain it, leaving trickles of desire meandering down each leg. Yet she was also aware of the intense discomfort – of her body's awkward position in general, and of the vice-like confinement of her sensitive nipples in particular. The chains rattled slightly as she fidgeted, trying to find the most "comfortable" discomfort possible in her predicament.

The door to the play room remained open. At any time, she could call out for her Master, and knew that He would come running to her side instantly. But if she called for Him indiscriminately, her punishment would be extremely severe – a lesson she had learned all too well once before. So she suffered alone, trying to set her mind adrift, envisioning more pleasurable scenarios.

…yet each scenario involved a similar predicament. Only the location changed.

Then she thought of her current situation, and tried to anticipate what would happen next. she envisioned Him returning to the play room, wearing only a smile as He closed, sealed, and locked the door to again soundproof the room. The flow of desire intensified, creating new streaks down her thighs as she imagined her Master positioning Himself behind her, quickly impaling her, and savagely taking her with all the care of a sadistic rapist. The vision in her mind was so vivid that she could hear her imagined screams, feel the imagined tears falling from her eyes and plummeting to the floor. As best as it could, her body moved of its own accord, mimicking the events playing out in her head, a solo version of the ages-old primal dance.

"Such a horny, wanton bitch."

Raising her head and looking through the many strands of her lengthy hair, she could see Him standing just inside the play room. Wearing only a smile, He closed, sealed, and locked the door, reinstating the soundproof nature of their private hideaway. His cock was already long and hard, ready to sweetly pummel her body from the inside.

That was exactly what she needed most. "Please, Master, use Your slave."

"I will, she-who-wishes-to-be-used," He noted aloud, His delight audible in His voice as He moved toward the willing captive.

Practically without warning, His hands were in her hair, yanking her down onto his extensive manhood, poking at her throat on the initial penetration and holding still deep inside her. she tried to scream around the oral invader, the vibrations of her sounds causing Him to shudder and gasp aloud and bringing forth several drops of lubrication from Him. The act was so sudden that she panicked, fighting fiercely in her awkward confinement as His fists tightened painfully in her hair, her constant movements torturing her breasts and nipples while the Body-stocks began to bruise her waist and forearms, her lips spreading their paint around the base of the thick assailant. The tears were no longer imagined; they were very real, induced by a panic she had not known for months in His usually-gentle dominance of her mind and her body.

Just as suddenly, He was gone from her sight, leaving her sputtering and whimpering with relief.

Just as suddenly, He was behind her, once again introducing her lower cheeks to the heavy oak paddle and causing new pained sounds to spew forth from her lips.

With each strike of the paddle, she lurched forward as much as the Body-stocks would allow, the chains at her wrists and ankles rattling, the clamps upon her nipples shaking fiercely to create two additional sources of pain. her mind was so overwhelmed that she entered that thick haze she knew so well, her body's method of protecting her from the full gamut of powerful sensations that would otherwise threaten to render her unconscious due to overstimulation. The soft lining of the cuffs, the harsh scraping of the Body-stocks, the clamps' jiggling adherence to the law of gravity, the painful impacts of the paddle, the embarrassing feeling of the liquid love pouring forth from her, the sound of her own cries overpowering virtually every other sound in the play room – it was all muted by that haze, that wonderful, sensual, protective haze.

Yet she felt that this was where she truly belonged, that this was what she was meant to do with her life, that this was the One to whom she could hand her heart on a silver platter and know that it would be safer than even the Crown Jewels.

Then, her mind unable to comprehend even through the haze, she floated on a cloud. Time lost all meaning. All she could feel was an intense heat, both around her and within her. her soul was bared for all to see.

…and suddenly, she melted. An intense climax shoved away the haze with the force of a typhoon wind blowing a piece of cardboard across a virgin landscape. Pain mostly receded as a throbbing hardness withdrew from her and then pierced her elsewhere, fingernails digging into the flesh of her hips as her tightest opening was forced to spread wide to accommodate Him.

Her final virgin landscape was no longer virgin. Her screams and her tears were the proof of the final barricade's decimation.

Her screams turned to cries as her Master held still inside her, riding her as a finger plucked her clitoris like an virtuoso violinist. His fingers never slowed, never relaxed, never allowed her a moment of rest – she was an instrument, singing beautifully as He played her, enjoying her sweet music.

Then, she felt him expand and release his seed into her. His essence poured into her small body, threatening to fill her full until the excess spilled out through her ears. Still she sang for Him, unable to do anything else – barely even able to breathe.

At last, the outrageous assault ceased. He left her, walking slowly and shakily to the door, unlocking, unsealing, and opening it so that He could leave her. Slowly, her body calmed itself, yet she could feel the tidal surges continue for what seemed like hours. Salty rain departed her body to dampen the floor, while sweeter liquids coursed down her legs. Unable to swallow due to her dry throat, what little saliva she could muster dribbled forth from her lips. The heaving of her chest jostled the nipple clamps and sent painfully erotic shock waves up her breasts and down her spine to her core, where additional wetness was created and overflowed her body's ability to contain it. Even her hair felt ablaze with gratification as it hung from her in long unkempt strands.

Four days later, as they enjoyed a hot bubble bath together, the bruises on her waist and forearms were still visible, but fading. her nipples were still too sensitive to allow her to wear a bra – or anything else above her waist – without discomfort. Yet it was worthwhile in the end, as it had been a perfect way to break in the new equipment.

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I had always dreamed of the things that could happen in the company men's room but today the dreams were going to be more real than I could ever imagine.

As I walked through the door I could hear a slight moaning sound coming from the oversized handi-capped stall at the end. At first I thought it must have been someone who had a worse weekend than I had. I walked over to use the urinal and after unzipping my fly and grasping hold of my rod, it happened. Something in my mind told me that the sound I had heard wasn't a painful moaning but a moaning that comes from shear erotic pleasure. Just then, I heard it again. This time it was even more distinct than the first time. Again it happened. By now I was more curious than a weasel outside a chicken coop. I just had to investigate.

Without even putting my cock back in my pants, I walked to the end stall. I gently peered through the crack in the doorway and there sitting on the toilet seat was the cutest little blonde I had ever laid eyes on. How she got there will continue to be a mystery but let's get back to things at hand. She was sitting there with her dress pulled up and she had a large cucumber in her right hand that she was slowly pumping in and out of her wet crack. Her eyes were closed and she was so far into her encounter that I really didn't want to make myself known. I stood there for what seemed to be an eternity. Needless to say my limp snake had heard the call of the wild and was up and ready for battle. It was about all I could do to hold back from blasting a hole through that stall door. Maybe it was the sound of my shoes on the tile floor or maybe my stifled moaning, but she finally came back to Earth and noticed me standing outside the stall. I thought she would scream or something terrible like that and I had visions of the CEO coming in and firing me. But it didn't happen anything like that. She slowly leaned forward and smiled as she open the door and motioned to me to come inside and service her. Being the gentleman that I am, I couldn't deny her request.

After entering the stall and locking the door, I learned why she picked that particular place. You see, the handicap stall is so nice and roomy that we could have an orgy in there and no one would be the wiser. She first took me by the hand and led me over to her. She was still sitting on the toilet and since she was somewhat of a nymph it was easy for her to take my rod in her mouth without straining. She started by licking the head of my throbbing rod. Around and around she went and now my moaning was so loud I was sure someone would hear me. Finally after teasing it with her tongue she looked up at me and I was out of it. So she buried her head between my legs and took the whole thing into her her mouth and deep into her throat. She continued to suck on it, in and out, in and out, 'til finally I couldn't take it any more and I came in her mouth. She was so excited to feel that warm cream in her mouth that she sort of giggled like a little girl.

After she swallowed it all and licked me up she motioned for me to kneel down on my knees. I had scarcely done so when she grabbed me by the hair and pushed my head between her legs. I didn't know that while she was giving me the blow job she had sprayed some sweet smelling perfume on her cunt. Now it was all ready for me to go to work on it. I toyed around at first. My tongue lapping at her lips. Then it was all the way. I'll never forget how it tasted. Just like a big Charms all-day sucker. She twisted and moaned then finally she came and squealed as she pushed on my head trying to get my tongue to go deeper.

After a few close glances and smiles, we traded places. This time I was on the seat and she turned around and sat right down on my still-hard cock. She placed her hands on my legs and started to go up and down while I played with her hardened tits. I don't know what it was. Maybe it was my older system telling me to stop. But I just couldn't get off in that position. So I gently whispered for her to turn around and face me. She did and this time I decided to try something new. I raised up from the seat holding on to her ass cheeks and being the nymph that she was it was easy to hold her and pump her pussy at the same time. I was in complete control. I pumped her with everything I had. And I thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head. But she was screaming for more. She kept saying "give it to me baby" I couldn't believe any chick taking this kind of sex. At the point I thought I was going to pass-out I felt my soldier ejaculate it's hot fluid. She squealed as she came at the exact moment.

I gently pulled her off of me and set her back down on the toilet seat just the way I had found her, dress up and all. I thanked her for allowing me to be of service and she simply smiled in return. I never saw her again but maybe sometime you go into the men's room you might hear some moaning from the last stall on the left.

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Jenny suffered from this as much as I. She had come to town almost a year ago, and because of her hours, she hadn't had so much as one date in all that time. Often she would grumble about the lack of a social/sex life. There were plenty of guys on the night shift, but for some reason she didn't seem interested. More than a few of them were interested, though. She stood about 5 foot seven and was rather busty. She was a bit overweight, but not seriously and I found it quite a turn-on. It made her seem more real, somehow. More than once I had half-jokingly offered my services, only to be turned down with an appreciative smile. I could never seem to work up the nerve to come out and ask her for a date. Mostly it was because I was certain she'd turn me down and rejection was something I didn't really care for.

I don't know what got into me one night. It was a Saturday and we both had gotten roped into putting in a 'little overtime'. If you consider 10 hours 'little'. Anyway, it was about 9PM and we both sat down to lunch. Since there was no one else there we actually talked to each other. Somehow the conversation got around to dates, and I asked her just what it was she looked for in a guy.

"Well," she said musingly, "looks aren't all that important, I guess. A good personality is more important." She was silent for a moment, thinking. "Right now what I would like to find most is somebody who's good in bed. After a year of nothing I'm getting kind of, well, itchy."

My heart gave a jump at that and my temperature rose ten degrees. I got up to get a cup of coffee from the machine behind her. As I did, I said, "How do you expect to find somebody like that? Advertise?"

She chuckled. "I can see it now: Lonely woman seeks good fucker. Low pay but great fringe benefits."

"Those benefits look pretty good to me." I said, still standing behind her and sipping my coffee. My heart had calmed, but I was still tense. Anticipatory, perhaps. "But seriously, that's what you're looking for? Not just any old guy who can get it up?"

"Uh uh." She said softly, almost dreamily. "It would be tempting, but hell, if the guy doesn't know what he's doing, it just isn't really worthwhile. Not for me, anyway. For him it's probably great."

The it was my turn to laugh. "Yeah, I guess so. Some guys are like that. They just want to, um, get off and go to sleep. But there are some who are different, ya know."

"Oh, really?" she said, still seemingly in a trance.

"Sure." I said. I put the cup down. "For some of us half the fun is in making the other person feel good." I placed my hands on her shoulders, though I wasn't really aware of it at the time. "Sex is an art form. I think so, anyway. I used to have a girlfriend who told me I was the only guy who was capable of making her come almost every time. The only reason for that was because I the only guy who really tried."

I was massaging her shoulders while I said this. I looked down and saw that she was breathing deeply and heavily, her eyes closed. My heart rate jumped back up when I realized what was happening. I felt my prick swelling up inside my jeans like a balloon. Slowly I moved my hands out along her shoulders while I continued to talk in a husky voice. "You see, my favorite part of making love is to explore the woman's body." My hands moved up and down her arms. Her breathing grew more labored and she tilted her head up a bit, eyes still closed. I leaned down and whispered close to her ear, "Every inch, from head to toe. I like to touch, and be touched. I like to lick and nibble until until she can't take any more. And then…" I ran my hands up her sides and slowly, gently slipped them around under her breasts. He breathing turned to gasps, then moans. She arched her back as I fondled her. Even through her bra and heavy shirt her nipples stood out like little buttons. I flicked my index fingers across them gently and each time I did she jumped a little.

By now I was hard as a rock and her hand found its way to my crotch, rubbing its length almost desperately. She seemed almost out of control, her breath coming in little cries. She turned around suddenly and buried my mouth against hers. The kiss lasted forever, it seemed, as our tongues intertwined like two sensuous snakes.

Then the shift bell rang. Lunch was over.

We both pulled back, confused and more than a little embarrassed. Neither one of us said much as we straightened out our clothing and got ready to go back to work.

On the way out the door though, our hands brushed briefly and a spark seemed to jump between them. I looked up at her and saw a barely controlled fire raging in her eyes. I knew right then that it was not nearly over yet…

The rest of the night passed quietly. I kept looking at Jenny across the otherwise unoccupied shop but not once did I catch her looking back at me. I didn't have opportunity to talk to her at all, so I could do nothing but wonder. Most likely she was trying to forget it ever happened. I was hardly a woman's dream come true, as past experiences had told me. Probably just as well.

But just try telling that to the ache in my heart. Or the one between my legs.

Finally the end-of-shift bell rang. A couple of scraggly, sorry-looking graveyard people had drifted in to take over our machines and we could take off. I saw Jenny head over to the phone and dial a number.

"What's up?" I asked her.

"Calling Dianne to come pick me up. She's got my car tonight.

Dianne was Jenny's roomie. I had met her briefly before, and Jenny had once mentioned that she worked an early day shift. Even if she didn't have to get up early tomorrow she surely wouldn't enjoy dragging ass out of bed at 2AM to come down here and get Jenny. Before Jenny dialed the last digit I volunteered, "Hey, don't wake her up. I'll give you a ride."

Jenny looked at me dubiously, her finger paused over the last number. "I didn't figure you for the altruistic type. Isn't it out of your way?"

"It's more out of Dianne's way. The poor woman isn't a creature of the night like us. She needs her sleep."

She considered a moment, then put the phone back with the last number still undialed. "Okay," she smiled, "but straight home and no sidetrips. I'm bushed."

"No prob." I assured her. We walked out into the refreshingly cool night air, across the parking lot to my junkmobile. I saw her giving it the wary eye and I flashed her a grin, "Don't laugh, it's paid for."

I thought I heard her mumble something about it being paid for in cereal boxtops but I didn't pursue the matter. I turned the key and the engine moaned, grumbled, and finally coughed to life asthmatically. I revved the engine a couple times and it roared impressively, the sound bouncing off the nearby building walls in staccato bursts. I really needed to put a muffler on the damn thing.

Pulled out of the parking lot and into the street–slowly. I was thankful that it was dark and Jenny couldn't see my foot which had the accelerator pressed to the floor. I doubt she would have cared anyway. She was too busy hanging on for dear life, trying to avoid being shaken out of her seat. I *really* needed to put a muffler on this car.

Ten teeth-rattling minutes later we pulled up in front of her apartment building. All around lights were coming on as people were getting up to see what the hell was making all that racket. I found an empty spot along the curb and turned the ignition off the keep from waking the other half of the neighborhood. In the deafening silence I turned to face her. "Well, here we are."

She turned in the darkness, "Yep, here we are. Well, thanks for the, uh, ride…" and opened the door.

I turned the key as she stepped out. I was rewarded by a low groan and a death rattle from somewhere under the hood. Turning the key again only got me a faint clicking sound. I hit the wheel with the palm of my hand. "Shit!"

"What's the matter?" Jenny asked, leaning in the still open door.

"Fucking battery died again!" I groaned. "The alternator belt's broken. I was gonna fix it tomorrow."

"Oh." She said. "Well, I can go up and get the keys from Dianne and give you a jump with my car. Hang on…" She disappeared into the darkness. Several minutes later she returned with a disgusted look on her face. "I don't fucking believe it. She's not there! She left a note on the 'fridge saying she left with some guy for the coast and won't be back 'til tomorrow afternoon. In my car, damn her! I coulda been stuck at work all night!"

Actually, I had the idea Jenny was more pissed because her roomie had a date tonight and she didn't. Which I didn't feel particularly sympathetic for at the moment, considering my predicament. "Well, I could thumb it home and have a buddy bring me back early tomorrow and jump me. That way I can get the car out of here before it starts lowering property values."

I got out and shut the door and locked it. I started to walk down the street and I noticed Jenny keeping step with me, obviously wanting to say something but not knowing quite how. She said haltingly, "Um, well, since it's kinda my fault that you're stuck here, I, uh, could put you up for the night."

Oh really? I was tired, but not so tired I didn't pick up on the possible implications of that statement right away. And even if it didn't mean what I hoped, it still sounded better than standing out in the cold for maybe hours trying to get a ride from some soft-hearted motorist. It wouldn't be the first time I had done that and I wasn't looking forward to doing it again. "Sure." I said, hoping I didn't sound too eager, "It's been a long day already. Thanks."

"Thank *you*." she murmured under her breath, and I wondered what that was supposed to mean as I followed her to her apartment.

As I walked into Jenny's apartment the first thing that hit me was the all-permeating odor of catbox. It wasn't too bad, though. I used to have a cat myself, so I was used to it. The place was fairly small, with a kitchen in an alcove off to my right and a short hallway to the left leading to the bedrooms and bathroom. In front was the living room. There was a couch and a couple of well-worn chairs. A small TV sat on a none-too-steady stand opposite the couch and chairs. The place was clean, but cluttered. Magazines and various articles of female clothing lay scattered about. Jenny began picking up the latter while mumbling an apology. I remarked it looked lots better than my place, which didn't comfort her much since she saw what my car looked like and could well imagine what my place must look like.

She was probably right on the money.

After a few minutes the place was fairly straight. She plopped down in a chair, exhausted. I landed on the couch feeling about the same. Exhausted, but far from sleepy. "Nice place you got here." I remarked.

"Thanks." she smiled tiredly. "It was cheap and clean." She sat up a little and said, "I really appreciate the ride. And… I'm kinda glad you're here. I hate staying in this neighborhood by myself…" She looked like she was going to say more but stopped and looked away instead.

I started to reply but felt something moving by my feet. I looked down and saw a little grey ball of fur playing with my shoelaces. Gently I reached down and picked it up. It was a kitten, about four months old, all fuzz and golden eyes, which stared into mine. And sharp claws, which I discovered a second later as he(?) decided he wanted down NOW. I complied quickly before he could do any serious damage. He shot across the room in a grey blur and disappeared under the coffee table.

Jenny was grinning at me. Suddenly she got up and said "Excuse me, I gotta change and clean up a little. Make yourself at home. I won't be long." And she disappeared into one of the other rooms. A moment later I heard a shower running.

I never was very good at making myself at home in somebody else's home. Not to mention I was worn out from work and a funny little knot of tension rested in the pit of my stomach. I turned on the TV and settled back on the couch, trying to relax.

It wasn't long before she was done. I turned to see her and had to hold back a small gasp of surprise.

She stood in the hallway dressed in just a nightshirt that just came down to her upper thighs, and apparently nothing else. The shirt was slit partway up the sides, showing tantalizing glimpses of skin. Her braless breasts hung firm and high, the nipples hard, straining against the thin cotton and just begging to be set free. Her bare legs were magnificently toned, retaining just a hint of tan leftover from the summer. I noticed she was smiling at me, nervous but apparently enjoying my attentions.

Then, to my complete shock she yawned and stretched her arms high above her head. The shirt, which was just barely long enough to begin with, rode up and I plainly saw the brown fuzz of her pubic hair. She held the pose for one magnificent second, then dropped her arms down again, much to my disappointment.

I made no pretense of not looking at her. That would have been ridiculous. But her eyes met mine and I saw the same fire I saw earlier in the lunchroom, only this time it wasn't smoldering but raging almost out of control.

With slow deliberation she walked across the room, swinging her hips just the right amount to make the slits in the nightshirt part and give excruciating glimpse of bare skin. She sat down on the couch next to me, close enough to touch. One gorgeously unclad leg rested on the couch and across the other leg at about mid-thigh. One arm draped carelessly over the back. Her eyes met mine and seemed to capture me completely. My heart went wild as what was going on here finally sunk in.

Finally she spoke, her voice low and throaty. "Did you mean what you said earlier?"

Her voice startled me out of the spell I was in. "Um, what did I say earlier?"

"That you like to give pleasure as much as receive it?" she said softly.

My heart thudded slowly in my chest. "Sure." I answered just as softly, "Giving is lots of fun. I never tire of it."

"And…" she asked, uncertainty crossing her face, "and… would you be willing to give a little to someone who could really use it?"

Now, it would seem to be obvious that I should answer immediately with a loud and enthusiastic YES! but being in such a situation is much different from reading or fantasizing. In all honesty, I was a little frightened. I'd had more than my share of fantasies about Jenny, but to be presented with a breathing living willing reality was another thing. You don't treat real human beings the way you do in fantasies. But then I realized that she was honestly asking for help, and taking quite a chance doing so. She was obviously as scared and hopeful as I was. To turn her down would do great damage to her self-esteem. I couldn't do that to her.

So, I simply said "Yes."

She gazed into my eyes for a long, long moment, uncertain how to proceed. Then her lips met mine in a deep, open kiss. She moved forward until she was laying on top of me while we were still kissing. Our bodies moved together, rubbing in slow, sinuous motion. Her hips pressed down directly on the hardness at my crotch and ground against it, sending waves of pleasure though me. Her mouth was still locked with mine, but her breath was coming in short gasps. Our activity became more frenzied as our excitement grew, her gasps turning to low moans.

And all at once, the spell broke. She collapsed on top of me, her head buried in my chest, crying softly.

The dry humping had stimulated me almost to orgasm, but my erection quickly faded. Unsure of what else to do, I held her and caressed her hair and rocked her back and forth softly while making what I hoped were soothing noises.

For a long time we lay like that, until she sniffled and raised her head. Her eyes were red-rimmed and very vulnerable. "God, I feel so stupid…" she said in a very quiet voice.

"Shhh." I said, "It's okay. You're not stupid. Things just went a little too fast, didn't they?"

She nodded, looking away. "I guess so. I've never been like this in my entire life. I talk a lot, but I'm not really like that. Tonight I just… I don't know…" she started sniffling and buried her face in my chest again.

"There, there," I said softly "being lonely and hurting doesn't make you a bad person at all. It makes you human, which is no more or less than the rest of us. You're a free adult and I don't feel you did anything wrong."

I don't think she was convinced but she didn't respond or argue. We lay together silently until I wondered if she dropped off to sleep. Finally she raised her head. "These long hours don't help any, either. I think I'll go to bed."

She got off me and stood unsteadily. Her nightshirt stuck to her body in several interesting places but I found my interest surprisingly muted by my concern for this girl. I thought I was going to be making this couch my bed for the night but she held a hand down to me. "Come on."

I got up painfully, and stretched as the circulation returned to my muscles. How long had I been laying there, anyway? I was afraid to find out. Holding my hand, she pulled me towards the bedroom. "I know it's kind of forward, in light of how this evening is going, but I'd really like some nice company tonight, even just to sleep with. You don't mind, do you?"

I really didn't, and I said so. She kissed me on the cheek. "I've always liked you."

The bedroom was about as orderly as the rest of the apartment, but still seemed feminine, without being really obvious about it. She had a full size bed, with the blankets thrown over it in a hurried attempt at neatness. She had probably done it before leaving for work this morning. Yesterday morning, actually.

She pulled the covers down and sat on the edge of the bed with a sigh, springs groaning beneath her. "God, I'm so tired." She gripped the lower hem of her nightshirt, apparently to pull it off, and then looked up at me, concerned. "You don't mind, do you? I don't usually sleep with anything on."

My mouth had suddenly gone dry again as my heart leaped. I shook my head, trying not to appear too anxious, "No, that's… okay."

She pulled the shirt up, up, revealing inch after agonizing inch more of bare skin, until she pulled it off over her head and dropped it on the floor beside her. She stretched her arms, gloriously, wonderfully nude, and sighed "Ah… that feels so much better." She swung her legs up onto the bed and covered herself up to her waist. Her breasts were so large and inviting, the aureoles a bright rosy read, the nipples still partially erect, that my hands just ached to touch them. Instead I tore my eyes away and walked around to the other side of the bed, where she smiled and pulled the covers down for me. I sat down and almost got in before she said "Aren't you at least going to take your shoes off?"

I *had* forgotten that little detail. I still had my jacket on, even. I stood up and pulled off my jacket and kicked off my shoes. For a moment I wondered how far I should go, then decided to hell with it. I pulled my shirt off over my head, then unbuckled my pants. She was watching me, of course, and there seemed to be a hint of excitement in her eyes. I took my pants off and saw her eyes lock on the bulge in my shorts. I was still somewhat erect so the bulge was pronounced, to say the least. Slowly I pulled them down and my penis, freed from imprisonment, leaned out from the dark fluff of my pubic hair, almost at it's maximum size though still pointing downward. There was an audible intake of breath from her when she saw it.

I sat down and removed my socks and crawled under the covers. In a husky voice she said, "That was magnificent." as she reached over to turn the light out. Then she snuggled against me, laying her head on my arm.

Her body was warm, almost burning, and the feel of her bare skin next to mine and the excitement of knowing there were absolutely no layers of clothing between us soon had me excited again. My heart wouldn't stop pounding and my cock stood ramrod stiff and twitching. She moved her arm up and placed her hand on my chest. "Anybody ever tell you how attractive you are?"

Actually, nobody had, and I said as much and I placed my free hand on her side and moved it from shoulder to hip in a long, slow caress, back and forth. After a moment her breathing changed pitch and became quicker, deeper.

Her hand caressed my chest in a similar manner and she nuzzled my neck softly. This time there was none of the hurried frenzy of earlier. Things were progressing smoothly and more naturally, without a word from either one of us. I became a little more adventuresome with my explorations, and moved my hand to cup one soft breast. I moved my hand under it, feeling it's weight, and my thumb found her nipple, finally bare and fully erect. I rubbed my thumb across it and a short, breathy moan escaped her lips as she arched her back.

Her hand moved down, raising to trail her fingers through my pubic hair before resting lightly on my cock, sending little twinges and flashes of pleasure through my pelvis. I raised my hips in response and she grabbed my cock almost tight enough to hurt. Almost, but not quite. Instead it felt wonderful.

I was now massaging her whole breast and her breath came in ragged moans and she whole body writhed in slow, sinuous motion. I moved my face down and extended my tongue, slowly circling it around her nipple. Then I took it in my mouth, as much as I could, and sucked it in and out rapidly between my teeth, and her writhing became more violent, almost pulling away from me. My free hand, meanwhile, moved around to her back, traveling up and down exploring freely from her neck to her ass, which I grabbed hard when I reached it.

Her mouth covered mine and our tongues intertwined frantically. Her arms wrapped around me almost hard enough to squeeze the breath out of me and my cock ground hard against her pubic fuzz. Finally her mouth released mine only long enough to gasp, "I want you in me now!"

I had roughly the same idea by then myself. She rolled over on her back, more or less pulling me on top of her. I raised my hips and she reached down to guide me into the right spot.

With slow deliberateness I thrust my cock into her. She was so wet and excited that it slid in with no resistance at all, until I was buried in her as deep as I could go and I felt her fuzz tickling my lower belly. She pressed her hips against mine for maximum penetration as her gasps became cries.

I did not pump but simply held myself there as her movements grew more frantic and her cries louder. I knew if I moved too much I would come and I wanted to enjoy this as long as I could. Instead I just moved myself from side to side a little, pushing her even closer to the brink as she bucked beneath me.

"Oh God… Oh God…" she moaned, her voice getting higher and louder until her muscles locked and held rigid in an explosive orgasm. The muscles of her vagina locked tight on my penis and almost against my will I orgasmed, pumping my seed deep into the warm depths of her body for what seemed a long, long time and intensifying her pleasure even more, if such a thing was possible.

We shared an endless moment of agonizing pleasure before collapsing in an exhausted heap, with me still laying on top and buried deep within her.

Gasping for air and trying to regain some of our strength, we lay like that for who knows how long. Jenny's eyes looked up into mine and she was so achingly beautiful in the half-light streaming in from the window. In those eyes there was no more fire (though I knew it would soon be back) but warmth and tenderness and gratitude and… love?

In an exhausted voice she said, "Hi there, stranger."

In a similarly exhausted voice I replied, "Hi there yourself. Come here often?" My unintentional double entendre sent us both into a fit of laughter that wiped away any tension that might have remained. It felt as if we had been lovers for years, instead of just one frantic night. For a fleeting instant I felt a glimmer of hope that it might go on for years…

She spoke and interrupted my musing. "You know, it's been well over a year since I've… been with anybody. In one short night you've made up for all that lost time and then some. I've never experienced anything this intense. Never."

"I don't think I have either." I replied tiredly. "This was incredible. Just as I had always thought it might be."

"Yeah. Me too." She shifted a little and a wave of residual pleasure ran though me. "Actually, I could get used to this on a… a regular basis. I've always, um, liked you. Maybe in the near future we could… um…"

I shushed her quietly, "The future can take care of itself, and perhaps we'll be in each other's. I think I'd like that myself very much. Right now let's just enjoy the moment." She nodded silently and relaxed.

It was not long before my penis began to swell again, and Jenny noticed it almost before I did for I had never pulled it out. The second time around I was much less sensitive and lasted far longer. She climaxed at least six times before I came again and we both collapsed, exhausted for real, as the first light of dawn began to color the sky outside.

We spent most of Sunday in bed, and not from exhaustion either, although we did exhaust each other eventually. I never did make it home that weekend, and it was with bitter disappointment we faced the reality of Monday and going back to work. We dragged in together half an hour late, disheveled and in rumpled clothes (mine were the same ones from Saturday). I was barely coherent enough to work all day long, but not for one second did I regret it.

That was six months ago. We saw each other every weekend, and most nights in between. Dianne moved out to join her new boyfriend in Oregon City, and Jenny immediately invited me to move in with her. I didn't waste any time packing.

At work they don't know anything about it, because the boss frowns heavily on employee relationships (Or any other form of fun that doesn't increase his profits, for that matter.) but every time I walk by Jenny or meet her in the lunch room she always favors me with a little smile and a conspiratorial wink, which I always return.

You know, I used to hate working nights…

End…

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The Chief was drinking something as I said. How he managed to not spray it all over the cards, I'll never know. He was close to losing it. When I say losing it, I mean laughing, not being angry. He seemed to see this as just one more of my flirtings which rather than growing resigned to, he has come to enjoy over time. J on the other hand was less amused than aroused. He looked at The Chief and when he saw that it was ok with him, merely smiled and said that it was more than ok with him. The Chief couldn't speak yet, but waved at us to show it was ok with him too. I won. Gathering in the quarters, I was back in business, and my shirt had not so much as lost a button. It was my deal and we continued playing. I can't say for sure, but J seemed to be playing 'for blood' if that's the right phrase. He seemed very anxious to win from this point on. I don't think the Chief noticed. By the time it was the Chief's deal, I was back down to 4 quarters. So this time I look at my cards and I find 2 queens and 2 sevens. I drew one card, and when I ran out of coins, I made the same bet. This time J has a flush, clubs. The Chief is not having an "I'm gonna choke in a second" problem this time, but is quite amused. I stand up, turn my back to them and unbutton the Chief's shirt and slowly turning around, drop it on the pot. J reaches for the coins and the shirt without looking at his hands, and then realizing that his stare is locked on my chest, he looks up and makes eye contact with me. "I think I owe you some change" J says, and gives me 10 quarters. I liked the look in his eyes as he fought to maintain control. I also like that he was able to make eye contact with me while my breasts fought for his attention. I sit back down and wait for the Chief to stop laughing and deal. Its hard to concentrate on cards when you're half naked. J seemed to be able to maintain his focus fairly well under the circumstances. I lost two hands straight, one to the Chief and one to J. On the third hand I drew three fives. I ended up betting what change I had left and then drawing 2 cards. I got an Ace and a six. J opened up with 2 quarters. When they looked at me, I said that I'd cover their bets with my tights (the only blessed thing I was wearing). The Chief puts in 2 quarters and then raises J 4 more. J sees that and raises 2 more. "Don't worry, you still have change coming." J assures me. The Chief calls and J wins with a full house of twos and aces. The boss had a jack high straight. They both looked away from the cards on the table and looked at me. This was, while interesting, not the way I'd imagined it going. I stood again, turned my back to them and pulled the tights off. Turning around ever so slowly (toward J, giving him a full view of my front, he'd won after all) I dropped my tights in the pot and sat back down. Sitting back down was almost as good as covering myself with a towel. My breasts were still exposed, but at least part of me was, sort of, covered. J gathered in the pot, and again handed me 10 quarters. He collected the cards, shuffled, and after the Chief's cut, dealt another hand. What? How was this effecting me? Hmmm. Well, I was a bit uncomfortable, but at the same time, excited. There was this interesting combination of danger and safety in the situation. I was with my husband; I was in my own house; and I was naked in the presence of J who I had known for some time, but before this, the most flirtatious I'd been was to sit on his lap and kiss his cheek at a party. I'm sorry, I didn't …? Oh. Well, yes, I was wet. I was excited enough that I could tell I was wet. Yes, I could feel it. No I didn't touch myself at all, it wasn't that intense that I HAD to touch myself, but I was quite aroused. So, anyway, I'm sitting here, completely naked and we begin playing. I win a hand, and then lose two. I end up with two pair again and the pile gets too big for the change I have left. Now both of them had picked three cards. That means that they drew having only a pair each. I'm feeling that this might be a good time to try and recoup my losses. I tell them that I want to raise one more time, but that I want J to cover the bet with my shirt if I win. J wants to know what I'm betting. I look at his eyes, staring right through him and say that The Chief is going out of town next weekend and that I'll cook dinner for him, dressed this way on next Friday night. The Chief wants to know what he gets if he wins. I tell the Chief that he can pick a night for dinner and I'll cook him what he wants dressed the same way. The Chief considers this for a moment and decides that's fair. J wants to know what else comes with dinner. I swear it just jumped out. I hadn't thought of this prior to that moment. I told J that I'd go down on him for desert.

The Chief started laughing again. "Just how many Aces do you have in that hand?" He chortled. J piled my shirt up on the pot and said, "That seems more than fair." The bastard had drawn a third card to his pair. The Chief later told me that I blushed all the way down to my nipples. How did the Chief react? Mostly amused. He knows that even if I do something really outlandish, I'm just looking for attention, not upset with him. Without going into details, I've done things in the past that would show him that it's him I love and am devoted to, even if I do things that raise the odd eyebrow. One of my, still unfulfilled, fantasies is to have The Chief be cross when I do something really beyond the pale and that he will take me over his knee, spank me, force me to go down on him, and then take me, without letting me get completely undressed. So, anyway, I'm here blushing and the Chief gets up and goes into the kitchen for something to drink. J can't decide whether to be horrified or terribly pleased with himself. Finally, he asks me, "Do I just get one dessert?" Well, that did it. I told him, only one, unless he wants to try for a double or nothing. I suggest he can stay the weekend or have me come to his house if he wins and I'm off the hook if I win. He cuts the cards and shoves the deck at me. I pull up a 10. He pulls out a queen. Now, I'm a firm believer in the law of averages. I know the odds on losing a high card cut are the same each time you do it. I also know in the long run they average out. The Chief is still in the kitchen. I can hear the ice maker running. Want to try again? I asked J. His eyes bug out just a touch. He glances at the kitchen door and the Chief is still too far away to hear us. I say, I've agreed to stay like this all weekend and to go down on him. What would he want to try double or nothing again? He gets this odd look on his face and says, "I've always wanted a totally obedient sexual slave. Become that for the weekend if I win and you're off the hook if you win." Now, I don't claim to be quoting exactly. It as late. I was tired, and I was certainly distracted myself. I shuffled the cards and held them out to him. He drew a card and grinned. He showed me a Jack of diamonds. I felt a sudden flush go through me. I could feel myself get moist and the feeling that was somewhere between arousal and panic came over me. I picked a card. I looked at it and found myself looking at an eight of diamonds. J actually licked his lips for a moment. Before the Chief came back, J stared straight into my eyes and said, "Be exactly like this waiting for me at 5:00 on Friday. When I knock on the door, open it like this."

So I'm sitting here at my dining room table. My shirt and tights are in the chair next to J along with his other winnings. My bottom is slowly taking on the pattern of the chair I'm sitting on because there's nothing between me and it. This has definitely not turned out the way I'd planned. I can't believe I lost both double or nothings. I went from cooking and serving a meal in the buff (OK, and giving J a blow job for desert) to a whole weekend as a, how did he put it? "Obedient sexual slave." The Chief was mostly amused at my losing the first bet. I don't know how to tell him (or if I should tell him) about the rest. About now the Chief comes back in with a tray with some coffee cups & cookies on it. He sets it down turns to me and says, "Unless you still have something to bet, I expect we're through." Luckily I'm still blushing or the flush I could feel would have given something away. This has definitely gotten out of hand. J, with great ceremony, returns my shirt, which I put on while we eat our cookies and drink the coffee. J and The Chief go to the living room. I follow, and sit v-e-r-y carefully (J only gave back the shirt). After the cookies are gone and J is making the "I'm on my way out" motions, he stops and asks me what time dinner is on Friday. "Seven," I stammer. "That would be wonderful," he says. He gathers up his winnings, returns my tights to me, kisses me on the cheek and saying goodbye to the Chief, leaves. "Well you surely know how to spice up a low stakes card game." The Chief tells me as we go up to bed. "You don't know the half of it!" I think to myself. Anyway, I didn't hear from J until Wednesday. He called me during the day and wanted to know if we were still on for Friday. I could feel myself redden. I duck my own embarrassment by answering only the question he asks. I reply that sure, we're on or something like that. As I sit there listening to him, I'm breathing faster, becoming anxious, and at the same time, becoming quite horny. I've been putting this out of my mind as if I couldn't quite believe that he'd appear or that anything would happen. His voice disturbs that. While I'm dealing with these emotions, he tells me quietly that I don't have to have him come over. Not sure how to react, I heard myself tell him that it was fine. Taking a deep breath, I tell him that I always pay off my debts.

He said something then. I was sufficiently distracted that I'm not sure of the exact wording, but he says, "You don't do this because you lose a bet. If you want me to come over, it should be because you want me to, not because you have to." Well, that messed up my head. I actually hear myself telling him that I want him to come over. A part of it is that it seems like cheating to just duck out on my bet. A part of me really wants to know what J would want from a sexual slave, other than the obvious. I also realize a part of me is anxious to have it happen. Time seems to hang still. I imagine myself parading around in front of him with nothing on; I imagine his desire as he watches me; I get horny in anticipation of the way his gaze will make me feel. I realize on a conscious level that I want this to happen to me. I realize that I want to have this experience. He asks me if seven is still good. I told him yes. He then asked me if I remembered how I was supposed to answer the door. I knew what he meant. I told him yes. He told me, "O.K. It's a date," and said goodbye. I stood there holding the phone for a long moment.

The Chief went off on his trip. I spent Friday seeing that the house was clean. I changed the sheets on our bed even though it wasn't the normal day. At 5 in the afternoon, I took a long bath with scented bath oil. I did my hair and all of the other things I'd do before something important. when I was done, I put on a lose robe and went down stairs. I started dinner about six. My mind spun between visions of being savagely (well passionately) taken repeatedly on my living room floor, and a terribly sophisticated dinner during which I just happened to be nude. I had everything more or less ready at about quarter of seven. That's when I took off the robe. I'd been horny all afternoon, horny and apprehensive. Taking off the robe seemed to send a shot of something through me. I hung up the robe, looked at myself in the full length mirror, noticed appreciative the lack of elastic marks from panties or a bra, and went down to be near the door when he drove up. I was almost in the living room when the door bell rang.

I should probably say a little more about J before I go much farther. I've known J probably a couple of years now. Not well, mind you, but I've known him. He's been part of The Chief' card game group for the whole time. I only play cards with them every couple of months, and then J was only a face in the crowd most of the time. His face was well worth looking at, and I'd flirted with him on more than one occasion. The other thing that I noticed about J was that he was always … a nice guy. He was pleasant and seemed to go out of his way to make people comfortable around him. So, all that in mind, I felt reasonably safe with J. I had no bad vibes at all, and he was familiar enough to put me at ease. He was sexy enough to make me take notice, and intelligent enough to keep me on my toes. Anyway, I'm just stepping into the living room dressed as he requested (that it not dressed at all) when the door bell rings. Well, two things went through me like a shot. This solid strong pang of apprehension (WHAT THE HELL HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO) and this sudden realization that I'm really horny, roughly as horny as if I'd been laying on my back and the Chief had run his hand over my pussy. I walk up to the door and peek out. It's J, which is at least better than answering the door like this to the Fuller brush man. J comes in and gives me an appreciative once over. He gestures for me to turn around which I do. He goes over to the couch and sits down. "I wasn't sure you'd really do it until you opened the door. I would have understood if you hadn't." I'm sure I'm blushing, but there's no mirror handy to check. J gestures for me to come here. "You're serious about this?" he asks. I nod in agreement. J reaches into his coat pocket and with his other hand signals me to kneel down in front of him. "Then let's do this right," he says and then his hands are on my neck for a few seconds. I'm not sure what I expected him to grab, but my neck wasn't it. I feel something go around my neck and he removes his hands. "Go look in a mirror. Let me know how you like it." I stand and go into the bathroom and look in the mirror. Attached around my neck is a red leather dog collar with a metal strip on it that has my name etched into it.

pt. 6. J gestures for me to come over and kneel at his feet again. "Did the collar excite you?" He's looking directly into my eyes as he says this. I can't maintain eye contact. I looked down which shows me I'm naked, which didn't help my state of mind. I nodded my head. "You're excited by the whole idea, aren't you?" Still looking down, I nodded again. "Then you should probably take my coat." J says. I took his coat and hung it on the pegs by the front door. When I got back to J he is clearly checking me out. He told me to undress him then. As I was unbuttoning his shirt, he told me that whenever I was not doing something specific I was to be at his feet, kneeling, and this last part he was very specific about, with my knees wide apart so that he had free access. For me to enjoy it, he told me, I should try to think of myself, of my body as his property. Imagine that I was a slave who could be whipped for showing any reluctance to please or any disrespect. Ok, Ok, so he got me hot just from what he was saying. The fact that I was taking off his clothes helped that along too. I'm sorry? I didn't get– Oh, well not really. The Chief is very skilled and energetic in bed, but I can't see him in a Zorro cape. That just isn't the way we interact. I see myself, on the other hand, as a kind of sexual Diva. When we get out of bed, I think there should be applause and a bouquet of roses handed to me as I bow to the audience. Sex is very enjoyable for me and I like to be playful. The fact that the Chief is so straight makes it fun to play off of him. Ok, so I'm taking off J's clothes. I got his shirt off, and did his shoes and socks, and then took off his pants and shorts. No he wasn't packing a gun, and yes, he was glad to see me. I was very aroused at this point. Without a word from him, I tossed his pants onto the other end of the couch and took him in my mouth. I guess in a way I was trying to establish some control over the situation. I wanted J to lose it a little. I wanted to see him have difficulty controlling himself while I made him come, right there on the couch in my living room. What I didn't understand at that time was how important maintaining control was to J and how much being in control enhanced his enjoyment. After a few minutes, just as I was getting to him, he made me stop. I didn't want to. I resisted. I hoped to make him come before he could get away. J is a great deal stronger than he looks. He pulled me away and jerked me over his lap. He held both of my hands with his left hand, looped a leg over my right leg, that was the one on the outside, and begins to spank me. He kept it up for, maybe a minute and a half, long enough that I was no longer in doubt about who was in charge of the weekend. He didn't really hurt me, but my bottom was very red and he definitely had my attention. Thinking back on it now, it is a pretty silly sight. I'm naked. I'm draped over his lap. My hair is flying up and over my face. My bottom is sore. I'm horny as hell, and what's worse, I can feel his erection poking into my stomach. That drove me crazy. Then after he's warmed my bottom, he begins to rub it. He still smacks it from time to time, but now he's feeling up my bottom. He lets his hand drift down. Because of the way he's got my legs separated with his, I can't do anything to deny him access to my sex. He starts touching the outside of it, running his fingers through my pubic hair. He keeps this up, spanking me, fondling my bottom, teasingly touching my pubic hair, and then he starts being more invasive. His hand starts to slide up and down my slit, then going back to give my bottom a couple of whacks. His finger slides into me, and then he gives me a couple of swats. He rubs my clit and gives me a light spanking, then his hand is back again. He keeps this up until I'm moaning and trying to shove my bottom onto his hand. Then he starts to chide me for not following his directions. I tried to imagine that I was being punished for being disobedient. I liked that. He was rubbing my clit and bringing me very close when he really began to lecture me. I came just as he told me that I was "a bad little girl." Yes, I'll admit it, the whole situation had gotten much more weird than I anticipated. I'd basically expected to have him ravish me, probably on the floor of the living room the first time. I'd expected to, well kinda, outlast him. I mean, if he takes me in the living room right away, and then a few minutes later I go down on him, and he tries to take me again … Js not a 19 year old or anything. I really expected to burn him out and then just kind of be titilated by being naked around him. I expected to be able to control the situation by making him come several times and then to tease him to get even for him winning the bet in the first place. So being draped over his knee, spanked (ok, I kind of liked that part) made to come with his fingers and being held helpless (he had very strong hands) while being told I was a bad girl was a bit more than I expected. I'm really used to being in charge, to being the prime mover. That's what confused me. I lost control on several levels. I wasn't playing his body, rubbing against him, teasing him, he was playing me like a saxophone, or at this stage, maybe like a piano. On the other hand, it felt pretty good. He didn't really spank me especially hard and he did a very good job of teasing me enough so that I desperately wanted him to let me come. He had me really helpless. I tried to wiggle free, but there was no way I was breaking away unless he let me up. The man has strong hands. It was also freeing in a way. I didn't have to decide when I was going too far or when to do much of anything. I couldn't even touch myself to make me come, not the way he was holding me. He had taken charge and I was just along for the ride. I did feel fairly silly reaching orgasm as he told me I was a bad little girl. I have to shake my head when I think about that part. When the orgasm began to subside, I expected him to let me up and tell me to DO something. Not J! He let me relax for just a moment, then he began to rub my clit again. I started to squirm. He had me humping against his fingers and then began playing with me like my pussy was the remote control for the rest of my body. He slid his fingers into me. He rubbed just my clit, then took his hand away and spanked my bottom, then with no warning penetrated me again with his thumb, sometimes just doing that, others rubbing my clit as well. He kept varying it. He'd suddenly increase the stimulation and then stop and go onto something else. I don't know how many times he made me come. 4 or 5, I guess. He played with my bottom, my slit, my pussy, my clit, and even slid his thumb into my bottom. OK, yes, I loved it. After a while he let me relax. He sort of slipped out from under me, leaving me laying on the couch, my chest and arms on the couch but kind of kneeling on the floor at the same time. I think that the rest was more a question of getting my bearings than it was of needing rest physically. If I'd been less taken aback, I'd probably have preferred it go on. J came back and knelt beside me and handed me a glass of water with ice in it. I hadn't realized how thirsty I'd become. I drank about half of it in a single extended glug. He let me put the glass down and then caught my eye. "Let me explain my rules for the weekend. There are only three. I'll go whenever you tell me that's what you want. That's rule one. Rule two is I am in total charge as long as I'm here. Rule three is once we begin something we will finnish it. "Do you understand these rules?" I nodded at him. This was going to be more of a head trip than I'd originally thought. I took another drink of water. Without speaking he took the glass from me and set it on the end table. "Lean back down," J told me as he pushed my chest gently back onto the couch. He spread my legs and fondled my whole pussy for a few seconds. I'd seen his cock was hard, even after going into the kitchen, finding a glass, getting me a drink and coming back out. He had me thrusting my hips at his hand after only a few seconds. I could feel his erection brushing against my bottom. He just kept fondling me. I was starting to do more than just moan. He pushed me until I started to say things. What? Oh, nothing coherent. "Oh, yes," or my favorite, "Arghhh," that kind of thing. NO, I wasn't begging <giggle> at least not yet. Anyway he suddenly slides into me, practically without stopping what he's doing with his hand. In fact, he slides his hand around my hip, gets to my clit again and keeps rubbing even while he's in me. He filled me marvelously. He practically screwed me into the couch. My bottom was making itself known. It was just tender, but I couldn't do anything like this without noticing it. He had me very aroused before he entered me. It was only a minute or two before I began to come. I tried to bear down on him, to bring him along, but I was very … warmed up? I couldn't wait for him. I started coming and I was loud enough to make it very clear to him what was happening. He started to pump faster and faster into me, pushing me along as I came. As I came down, he slowed, but kept up the basic rhythm. I was about to start working on him when he slid out. I made another of those incoherent sounds that was clearly something like, "Don't take it away." He didn't. The son of a bitch slid it, all slicked up into my bottom, without a word of warning, rubbing my clit the whole time.

Having him enter my bottom kind of changed my perspective. I knew that I'd end up going down on him, but I didn't know how far he'd take it. When he slid into me and then pulled out only to slide into my bottom, I knew that there were no limits to what would happen this weekend. I mean, he'd been here less than an hour. I like being stimulated when my bottom is taken. J certainly did that. He'd taken possession of my clit before he'd entered me at all and he'd never given it up. Rather than just getting the stimulation from behind, it was as if his cock was reaching through me to rub me there. It was pretty intense. It was also a surprise. I didn't really expect this. I know you'll think that is very naive of me, but that's how I am. I was deeply embarrassed at having gotten caught after saying that I'd go down on him. I kept trying to find a way of sliding out of it. What were the odds of my losing all those hands? I'm a flirt. I am good at that. I pat men on the bottom occasionally and sit on the odd lap (OK, a lot of laps) but this was beyond the pale. I started coming almost as soon as He entered me. Having that strong a sensation was more than I could bear. I'd been reasonably quiet for me at least up until then. I just started screaming. I'm sure my neighbors could hear me. If J didn't know what he'd gotten himself into, he knew now. He kept pumping into me. He seemed to know when I was nearing an orgasm, and stepped up the speed and intensity each time. I lost track. I must have had three of four. I screamed again when he had his. Only when I heard him groaning did I realize that he'd been silent since he'd entered my bottom. I felt cheated by that. I think then that one of my goals became, making him make some noise as I 'serviced' him. Yes I know I'm grinning.

I expected a period of lethargy, maybe some cuddling; Not what J had in mind. He caught his breath, but I didn't know that he was going to maintain the 'sexual slave' business for the whole weekend if he could. He slid off of me and sat back on the couch. There was no real volume to his voice. There was no hint of power that was based on force. He said, very quietly, "Go get a wash rag from the bathroom. Get it wet with warm water and clean me." I started to get up and he said, "Remember you'll be taking me in your mouth so get it wet enough to do a good job." I realize that he was dropping hints at what might give me a "z. I came back with the wash rag, knelt between his legs and slowly and very gently went over him with it. I'm not sure how much of a job he wanted me to make out of it, but I took several minutes and was very thorough. By the time I'd taken him in my mouth (just ta check) he was already hard again. He looked at his watch, the only thing he was still wearing, and then reached for his pants. From the pocket, he took out his wallet and put it on the table. He told me to put the wash rag away and told me to take a few minutes in the bathroom if I wished. I took advantage of that. When I returned, he was putting down the phone. I started to ask him about it when he told me to sit on the floor. "Show me how you play with yourself," he said matter of factly, rather as if he'd asked to see how brushed my hair. I sat down. I didn't want him to see this. I agreed, but I was looking for a way out of it. I sat down, leaned against the big chair and pulled a pillow behind me. I showed him. It was very weird. He was paying so much attention to me that it became flattering. I was very shy at first, but he gently encouraged me and he was right, I didn't want him to leave. It seemed stupid to have had rather intimate sex with him, but draw the line at this. I was close to coming when the doorbell rang. I stopped dead, as if they'd know I was doing this if I kept it up. J took a $20 from his wallet and handed it to me. "That's the Pizza delivery man. Tell him to keep the change." I stood up and reached for my robe. "No. Like that." J said, "You can hide behind the door, at first, but open it all the way and let him see you when you pay him and take the pizza."

I realized later that J was a master of contradictions. I flirt, therefore he puts me into situations where I'm afraid to flirt. He gets me horny and then changes what's happening so I can't do anything about it. I like to make people notice me and he makes me the center of attention so I can't do anything to be noticed more. I like to lead men on and he takes control. He is the master, but he'll only stay until I tell him to go. J is a head trip, a royal head trip. He's also kind of cute, not just physically, but in how he manipulates me to do more than I want or than I dare. Look at what he did to me. He insists that I masturbate for him. He watches me the whole time, but keeps me off balance when get near coming so that I'm incredibly horny and he won't quite let me come. When I'm sure he'll let me come in a second or two, the doorbell rings and he tells me that I'm supposed to flash the pizza dude. I might go to the door in a nightie, or even in my leotards, but this is just more than I'm normally comfortable with. Yes, it excited me. Sooooo, I took the $20 and went to the door. I could feel J's eyes on my back (ok, maybe lower). I smelled of sex at this point. I wondered if the pizza man would be able to tell (or just guess). I opened the door and looked around it, not exposing anything except for my head. The delivery man was about 19, tall and well built. He said something like "Pizza delivery." I can't remember what exactly. Inwardly I took the equivalent of a deep breath and reached out for it as I stepped around the door, handing him the twenty at the same time. He looked as if he'd frozen. Mechanically he took the bill, giving me the pizza. I swear I couldn't help myself. "It's been so warm lately, hasn't it? Oh, just keep the change." I slid back in and closed the door behind me. J was there. He took the pizza and set it on the table. He had his tongue in my mouth while his hand took possession of my sex. He forced me up against the door and kissed and fondled me to an orgasm while I stood there, pressed against the cold wood. J then took the pizza into the other room and we ate it along with about 2/3 of a bottle of wine, both still naked. Well I wasn't naked. I still had my collar. During dinner J would gently touch me in all sorts of ways. His hands would slide over my thighs, his leg would rub along side of mine, a lot of things like that. I certainly didn't calm down much. After dinner he took me back to the living room where he sat on the couch with me. He said he was going to play a game with me. The point was how much frustration I could stand. He began by having me touch my breasts following his instructions exactly. He'd have me rub the surface or both breasts with the palms of my hands, then change to touching only the nipple or to tweaking or pinching them. Abruptly he told me to stop and to come to him on my knees. He had me suck on him. I tried to use this to get him to be the one who was so horny he was losing control. No dice. He had me stop again. He told me to do one of my dance routines, just the way I was (wasn't) dressed. He seemed to enjoy that, but again he made me stop and come over and try and make him come with only my breasts. I wasn't allowed to touch his cock except between my breasts. He kept me at that for quite a while, but as soon as I thought I was getting somewhere he made me stop again and put me on the couch right next to him. He told me to masturbate for him. This time he let me come. It was so odd being next to him and not being touched at all as I reached orgasm. He took me to the kitchen then and over the tile floor he placed a layer of newspapers and had me stand on them. He handed me a bottle of cooking oil and told me to cover myself with it while he sat back and watched me. I'm not sure what I expected, but J was certainly exceeding my expectations. I certainly never knew where oiling myself would lead.

Have you ever performed for someone on demand? Not necessarily like this, but had someone said to you, 'tell me a funny story' or walk into a room and have the teacher ask you to do a problem or show them a dance movement? It puts you off balance. Even if it's something you normally do well, being told to do it for their entertainment and enlightenment is hard. I took the bottle from him and poured some in my hand. As I coated my breasts I tried to be very sensual. I wanted him to be sorry that his hands were not applying that oil. It was a silly thing to be doing in any event and I found myself enjoying it. Using cooking oil made it seem really ridiculous. I couldn't help grinning. I poured come more in my hand, set the bottle down on the counter and got some of the oil on both hands. I did my arms and shoulders. As I got to my shoulders I brushed the collar on my neck. I had to stifle a giggle when I thought of being in dog collar and standing on newspapers. I got more of the oil and slicked down my stomach and sides. I glanced at J. He was enjoying this too. His smile was infectious. I turned around as I put oil on my bottom and on my back. I used what was on my hands and then looked at J over my shoulder, "Is that enough?" "Not nearly. Add some more," J said in that quiet voice of his. I got some more and put a definite sheen on my bottom. I then moved onto my legs. I coated the thighs first, turning around the whole time to give J a better view. I bent over while I did my calves, but kept turning around to show him as much of me as I could. J seemed to be enjoying the sight a great deal. I thought I was done, except for my back. I looked at J and said in a quiet, perhaps even a submissive voice, "I can't get my back." J stood up, walked over to me, took the bottle from the counter and poured a generous amount into his hands. I turned around and let him have at my back. His large warm hands ran down my spine. He didn't just coat my back, he rubbed it as if he were trying to give me a massage. He got to the bottom of my back and reached for more oil. He took some and began to work on my ass. Again what he was doing was more like a massage. He did pause and oil not only my anal opening, but after a moment or two of that, the channel inside as well. This was becoming more and more interesting as it went on. J turned me around and began to massage my stomach. The oil changed the way I felt J's movement. By the time he worked his way up to my breasts his half hard erection was at full hardness. My nipples were hard and I was moaning. I wanted to lean on something, but it was my kitchen and I was afraid of what the oil would do the to the paint if I did. I wanted to keep the amount of explaining I had to do to a minimum. His right hand continued to knead my breasts but his left hand slid down my stomach touching every inch of skin it could until it came to rest in my pubic hair. His hand began to stroke the outside of my pubes. This was driving me crazy. I wanted to lie down and demand that he fuck me; I wanted him to put his fingers in me, to touch my clit, to make me come. J kept up this slow tease, bringing me higher and higher with each stroke, each passing second. I felt his right hand slide around my back and grab one cheek. I wrapped my arms around him, kissing his mouth and cheeks as he began to rub my well oiled clit. He began to finger fuck me, but not in the way I'd imagined. He slid two fingers into me in the back. His left hand continued to rub my clit as his hand took full and complete possession of my bottom. Standing up, in my own kitchen, covered with oil, J's hand controlling my sex and my ass, I came. J held me until I could stand without assistance. He got me a glass of water. As I drank it, I began to really want the bathroom for more than one reason. J looked at me. "I guess we should get you cleaned up, huh?" As I began to agree with him he took a blindfold out of somewhere and put it on me. It was one of those sleep masks that with two hole would have looked wonderful on the Lone Ranger. I felt him clip a leash onto my collar and follow that with the click of my hands being cuffed behind my back. Like I said, I really wasn't prepared for what he had in mind with the oil.

Have you ever been blindfolded and moved around? It is very disorienting, worse even than walking in a dark room. When you walk in a dark room, you are making the decisions about where you are going. Being led around makes it much more difficult. I'm sure J took me on several extra turns as well because I was surprised when the breeze hit me. It was a warm night. I could feel the wood of the deck on my bare feet. It was well past sundown. We do have a fence that blocks the view from the other houses, but there's a world of difference between taking your top off after you've looked around in the daylight and being blind and suddenly finding your naked body on a leash outside. The breeze felt good. He led me to a place on the fence that he'd obviously scoped before because he was able to find it so quickly. The cuffs had some way of making the links between them longer, and he used that to put my hands around a slat in the fence, causing me to have to bend over. He shoved my feet back and apart and then left me there. I mean, get the picture; I'm naked, he has this mask on me so I have no idea of what is going on. If something happens I'm chained to my fence. I'm covered in oil so I'm sure I looked like a refugee from a jello wrestling competition. I can't hear his footsteps on the grass, so he may be staring at me or he may have gone home. I couldn't decide whether I was turned on or freaked out. The water that hit my back wasn't all that cold, it was just a surprise. He had brought up our hose and proceeded to hose me down with it. Then he begins washing me with this large sponge. It was fairly soft, but stiff enough to make me very aware of where ever it was as it moved along. He started on my left calf. He worked his way up my leg, spending quite a bit of time on my thighs. I moaned. I'd been moaning and yelling quite a bit up till he put the blindfold on me, but that was inside. Now I was in this rather compromising position and I'd started again. "You might want to keep quiet out here," he said quietly, his hand neglegently resting on my bottom. "I'm not sure I could unhook you and take you inside quickly enough if you got your neighbors sufficiently disturbed. He started up my right leg. I tried to bite my tongue. I HAD to bite it when he got to the top of my thigh this time. He brought up the hose and rinsed off the soap from my legs. He started on my bottom and back. He spend several minutes working on them. I had this image of myself as a race horse being curried (is that the right word) after a run through a pasture. He slipped down and did my arms, ending up on my chest. He began to do my stomach and chest. It was quite a sensation as he worked on my breasts. When he was done I was still quite, but I was sure I was clean, there. He spent quite a bit of time working his way down my sides with that sponge, doing my stomach, rinsing me off. Then he did my sex. He dropped sponge after a moment or two and used just his fingers. He certainly got the oil out. He also gave me one helluva hard time as I tried to stay quiet. He could see how hard it was for me as I bucked against his hand. He'd been sifting quite a bit so he was able to completely surprise me when he slid his cock right into me. I grabbed the fence for support as he plowed into me. It was so weird, so kinky, so arousing, AND I HAD TO BE QUIET. I came once, and then again and I only let out a little moan the second time. Still it was wonderful. He unlatched the cuffs and let my hands go free. He took off my blindfold, and, as I blinked in the dim light, pointed to his still erect member. I dropped to my knees as I thanked him.

Out there in the moonlight I was overwhelmed by sensation. I was sopping wet, still fairly oily (cold water only does so much), on my knees and just oozing sexuality. It was all over me. I'd been naked now for several hours and I was outside that way, in my own yard. I didn't care that I was naked; I didn't care that my neighbors might see me. I didn't care that any of a number of very awkward things might happen, I was not me any more, at least not just then, I was woman as sex, not just as sex object, but as the embodiment of sex itself. J was there naked as I was, sporting an enormous erection that practically glowed in the dark. He'd had me, made me come twice, but he'd held off. I couldn't have that. I latched onto him like a hungry tiger, taking his erection into my mouth, grabbing his hips, literally so he couldn't get away from me, because it was important to me that I make him come. He allowed me to work on him for a moment then for a couple, then he tried to get me to stop. I held on for dear life. After a few seconds he stopped trying to pry me off and instead grabbed my hair and pulled me to him, forcing himself deeper into my mouth, erupting as he did it. I swallowed every drop. When he was through (I made sure) he just hugged me for a few moments, then very quietly he said, "You could become habit forming," and then hugged me again. He helped me to my feet and took me back into the house. He lead me to the bathroom and turned on the shower. When it was warm he put me in and followed. He didn't let me do anything right away. He started on my feet and lathered his way up to mid thigh before starting on the other one. He repeated the process, soaping my foot and calf and about half way up my thigh. Then he stood up and washed my arms and back and then took out shampoo and did my hair. When he was done with that and I was all rinsed off, he washed my face, pausing to kiss me long and deep. I could get used to being pampered, I told myself. Then he soaped my stomach and my bottom, being VERY thorough. He did my thighs and then worked up to my breasts and washed them with incredibly gentle strokes and movement. I'd relaxed but the last couple of minutes started my motor up again. He then went down and washed my sex, getting the hair first and then making sure there were no stray drops of the cooking oil inside. I came leaning back against the wall. When I had my breath back, he handed me the wash cloth and told me that it was now my turn. I'm sure I grinned as I repeated the procedure on him. The water was beginning to run cold by the time we were both done. He dried me off and put my collar back on. (When had he taken it off?) He lead me to the bed. I would normally have found something pretty to wear, but J wouldn't allow it. We both slept nude, or he did, I was after all wearing my collar. It was a very odd night. Very sensual. He made love to me then, right after we got into the bed, but he didn't come (though I did). Then he explained to me that my job was to service him whenever he had the urge all night. He's a very light sleeper. I don't know how many times he woke up and took me or had me go down on him, or flipped me on my back and licked me until I was screaming my orgasm. I have no idea how many times he made me come. Sometime in the middle of the night he came, his member buried in my bottom. Each time he took me there, he would have me go and get a warm wash cloth and clean him off. Then he'd have me go down on him until he was really hard and take me vaginally. In the morning he came again, in my pussy this time. Each time he brought me to orgasm. I was finding it easier and easier to come each time. It was as if lifting all responsibility from me made me better in bed, or at least released all my inhibitions and let me come more and more often. By morning I was actually sated, tired but sated. I wondered about the day he'd have in srore for me.

I've gotten bored. I feel like I'm no longer talking about me and my experience as much as I'm just offering you some titilation. It's really difficult to identify the specific occurrences on Saturday. So much happened. A lot of it was J actually using me however and whenever he wished. He explained to me what a pearl necklace was after he'd given me one. I'd never expected him to use the tube of K-Y he took out between my breasts. When he spurted over my neck and chin, he told me about that. I was naked nearly all day. His hands were all over me most of the day. No pinch marks or anything like that, just a healthy appreciation of my skin and that his time was limited. I came so many times that my sides ached, sorta the way that they feel if you laugh too hard and too long. Don't get me wrong, it was a nice ache, but clearly we pushed our physical limitations quite a bit. He pushed my emotional buttons very strongly too. Normally I like to be the center of attention by being boisterous. He made me the center of attention by making me quiet. He played a lot of head games with me and made me love it. I served him breakfast in bed, of course. When he was finished eating he had me go down on him while he finished his coffee of all things. When I had him hard, he put his cup down and took me again, from behind this time. He didn't come then, but he made me, twice. J played this bizarre game with me where he'd ask me questions that were extremely personal, like the precise manner in which I lost my virginity, with graphic details. If I didn't tell him or if I didn't seem to be telling the truth right away, he'd begin to fondle me. He'd keep doing it until I told him what he'd asked. The bastard kept me coming for what seemed like ten minutes, it couldn't have been that long, but he had this knack of being able to keep me right on the peak for the longest times. I told him all kinds of things, the first time I had anal sex, all of the occasions … well, you get the idea. We played that for much of the morning. He did take me out, but that's too complicated to go into now, perhaps later at another session. The last thing he did Saturday night was probably the most physically intense. He tied me to the 4 corners of my bed. Then he blindfolded me. I had images of being tit-fucked again or of taking him in my mouth while he held me down, of all kinds of things. He gave me a massage. At least it began as a massage. Then it kind of evolved into something else. He stopped kneading my muscles as much as he titilated my skin. He spend several minutes running his hands up my thighs and down my stomach until I was ready to beg him to touch my pussy, screw me, touch me, anything. Then he disappeared for a couple of minutes. The next thing I felt, remember I was blindfolded, was him putting a warm wash cloth over my sex. I knew what he was doing when he began to lather it up. He told me that I needed to be very still and then began to shave my pubic hair away. Now my husband and I engage in oral and anal sex, though normally inside, so it wasn't as if any of the specific acts were new to me. Shaving myself isn't something I've had to do or wanted to do for that matter. Somehow, it felt forbidden and deliciously sexy to have him do it this way. He certainly took his time over it, and while I suspect he wasn't ever using the razor on me while he did it, he did rub my clit a lot while reminding me that I needed to stay still while he shaved me. That was fairly intense. When he was done, he used a wet cloth to clean off the last of the soap. Then he went down on me, and down on me and down on me. I lost count of how many times he made me come. When he stopped, he put some baby oil on my newly shaved pussy. That's when I felt there was something he was hiding. After he oiled me, he used his fingers on me and started me coming again. Then, I swear, he tried to see how long he could make me come. He used his tongue, his fingers, his prick, then started over with his tongue. He did it so long that I couldn't catch my breath. When he untied me, I was dizzy. He had to help me to the bathroom. He wouldn't let me take off the blindfold right away, but I did feel that he'd left a patch of fuzz on the upper right hand side of my pubic hair. It wasn't until I'd spend another night just like the last one (I did make him come three times, once in each aperture as he called it) coming maybe a dozen separate times myself that I got to see myself in the light. I kept that heart shaped pubic patch for a couple of months after that. Oh, look at the time. I've got to be going. I must say I enjoyed this more than I thought. What? Oh, yes, I do re-do the heart from time to time…

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My hand goes into his pants where I can feel how hard and hot he really is. He wants to take it out right now, but I say no because the cab driver is watching us. So, I give him the address to my place.

When, we get there, I lead him to my bedroom. There, I begin to undress him and he begins to undress me. I turn down the lights as we begin to ease on to the king size bed. As I recline, he crawls in between my spreaded legs. He slowly begins kissing my chin, then my neck, moving down to my breasts. Kissing each breast, sucking each nipple, playing with them with his tongue and gently nipping them with his teeth. All the pleasure causes me to moan and I grip him tighter.

My legs spread open wider as he begins to slip his hard cock inside. I feel it enter and my body becomes tense. Once he has put it all in and begins to fuck me, I relax and let it happen. My hands move down his back and I grip his ass. "Don't stop," I tell him. Then he begin to thrust it harder and harder. I can feel it going in and out. I want to scream, but I surpress it. I can hear him moaning and saying how good it feels. Harder and harder he pumps his cock in me until he cums. Then he relaxes and lays on top of me.

-"But we are not done yet. I want to be on top now."

-"Baby, please, I need to gather my strength." "Can I get a glass of water?"

Sure he can I say and go get a large glass of ice cold water with ice cubes. So, he drinks the water, every bit of it. Then I see that look in his eyes.

"Why don't you come sit on my lap?"

"Are you sure you're up to it?"

"Why don't you come and find out."

With an offer like that, I couldn't refuse. I slip his cock inside me and begin to ride it hard. He's squeezing my breast and moaning. Then I begin to move faster and he grips my ass. As I am rolling on his cock, I ask him to pass me the glass with the ice cubes in it. I take one ice cube into my mouth and begin to crunch on it. I take his cock out and slide down his body til my mouth is right by it. Then I put it in my mouth with the crushed ice. He begins to moan louder and grip the covers on the bed, as I take him deeper and deeper. " I going to cum," he tells me. And I tell him to hold it. I slip his cock back inside me and begin to ride it harder and quicker. He tells me he is about to cum, and I tell him not yet…hold it! As he caresses my breast and pulls on my nipples, a tingle goes through my body. Up and down, I slid on his cock until we both came. I lay on his chest in exhaustion and feeling pleasured. His cock is still inside me as I begin to doze off.

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He'd never gone too far with her, for fear of damaging their friendship, but some of the most passionate kisses, and the most intense responses he'd ever received had come from this woman. Tonight was destined to be a wild time. He could just feel it. It was a very animal feeling, and he had been growling in anticipation all day. That was one interesting thing about this fiery girl; she brought out the animal in him.

All these thoughts, his reverie, was broken; he'd been stroking her firm shoulders, and she, her concentration broken, had leaned her head back against his stomach. He transferred his stroking fingers from her shoulders onto her neck. Her neck was so soft, the skin milky white, and, around her hairline, layered with short, soft, brown hair. "Kissable," he thought, and then he knelt at her side, and did.

As his lips touched her neck, just below her ear, a soft moan escaped her lips. It was just what he wanted to hear. He loved and listened for that sound, and tonight it was long and drawn out. Instead of her usual quiet pleasure, she turned her head quickly to face him. Shock flashed across his face as her lips sought his for a hungry kiss.

As lips touched, he put his arms around her, and pulled her close to him, almost pulling her off of her chair. The kiss intensified and her moans intermingled with his. She took a drastic step. She climbed down, off of her seat, tightening her grip on his shoulders, and pulled him closer to herself. His heart was pounding in his chest, but he didn't hear it. All his concentration was being focused on her. Her lips on his, the feel of her back against his hands, the smell of her, the taste of her mouth.

A wave of purest passion washed over him, as, much to his wonderment, she pushed him to the floor, flat on his back. Her lips found their way back to his, and smothered him again. His hands wandered down her body, from the small of her back to her legs, covered by silky stockings and a modest skirt, now pulled up in a far less-than-modest way, baring her lacy panties. His hands idled leisurely, caressing her waist, her thighs. Her kisses ceased abruptly, but only to expose her neck and newly exposed chest to his kisses.

She had quickly unbuttoned her shirt, and now it hung open, exposing her breasts to his eager mouth. His lips quickly surrounded one nipple, gently nibbling, kissing, holding it between his tongue and upper teeth, suckling. She moaned louder, and ground herself harder against his midsection. The motion aroused him further, even though he thought himself near his peak.

Eagerness filled him with great strength, and he rolled her over onto her back with a single fluid motion. He peeled off his own shirt, and pressing down onto her, wedged himself between her now-spread legs. Their partially clothed bodies writhed together in pleasure, and he, pressing down onto her, pushed his lips over hers. He was unable to use his hands, as they were holding him up, but she had no such encumbrance. She allowed her hands to wander down his chest, to his stomach, and down to his pants, where she briefly struggled with the buttons on his jeans. Soon his fly was open, and her hand snaked into the opening.

When she touched him, the state of his arousal startled them both. She could fairly feel him twitching underneath her hand. As he continued to smother her chest in kisses and occasional nibbles, she worked her hand underneath the thin layer of his underwear. When her flesh met his, he started, and nearly cried out. A fire had shot through his body the likes he'd never felt before. He knew he had to do something, or risk losing control too soon.

He extricated himself from her caress, and moved slowly down her body, to place himself, on his elbows, between her legs. He took hold of her panties, and pulled them slowly down, as she lifted herself off the floor to assist him. With them out of the way, he spread her legs wider apart, and pushed his face closer to her awaiting womanhood. He inhaled, and savored the scent of her arousal. It quickened his already booming pulse, and brought forth more of the animal in him. He growled, and lowered his lips to her. After a preparatory kiss, his tongue slid out of his mouth, and into her, tasting her, and eliciting a loud moan from her. She put her hands on his head and pushed him against her. His tongue slid further into her, and she called out yet again.

Hearing her cries of ecstasy, he continued to work his tongue over her most sensitive parts. Her soft moans and cries only made him happier and lustier. He moved faster and ran his tongue over those places he knew would drive her crazy. It was all he could do to keep his mouth upon her, with her bucking so wildly. He knew what she wanted, and he wanted it too. Nothing made him feel nearly so good as pleasing his partner, and for it to taste so good as well was a double treat.

He knew her moment had arrived, for the first time that night, when he plunged his tongue into her again, and felt the first quiverings of orgasm. He kept his tongue inside her when he felt her insides clutching at him, and rode the spasms out, savoring every drop of the sweet juice that was pouring from her. She was just shy of screaming, as she pressed his face further into her, and he kept up a constant movement of his tongue on her clitoris. She shuddered finally, and lay back, quivering slightly. He leaned up on his elbows, and smiled a sated, some would say smug smile. Nothing got him hotter than making a woman come.

There were looks in both of their eyes that said no matter how good that was, there was a whole lot more to come. Even panting, she looked like she was ready for more. And he certainly was as well. He reached down and pulled off his pants and underwear in one motion, finally releasing his restrained manhood. He looked up at her face again, and smiling a similar smile, moved slowly up her body. She smiled up at him as his face lowered to hers, and their lips met. The kiss was long and passionate, and it did nothing but fan his lust. He felt her hand slide down, between their bodies, and touch him. He had to fight for control again, but the urgency subsided enough to keep him from spontaneously combusting.

But not for long. She wasn't touching him just to touch. She was guiding him towards her waiting cleft Apparently she wanted him inside her as much as he wanted to be there. He moved his hips to accommodate her, and felt her place the head of his cock at the very entrance to the nirvana he sought. With a great deal of willpower, he slowly, very slowly, entered her. She gasped, her arms and legs encircling him, trying to pull him into her faster. But he had other ideas. Once he was barely inside of her, about an inch or so, he stopped, and looked down at her blissful but hungry face.

"Do you want it?" he asked her in a husky voice, betraying some of his own desire.

"Oh, God, yes," she panted.

"Tell me," he commanded.

"Oh, fuck me. Fuck me hard!" she cried out.

Just at that moment, he drove into her, pushing with all the force he could muster, sinking down into her, and eliciting a cry from her. He knew he was going to have to take it slow, but that didn't bother him too much. Slow and steady may not win races, but it made for some of the best lovemaking. He began to move out of her, slowly lifting himself as he did so. After a few gentle strokes, he remained inside of her, and just rocked, so that the motion moved him inside of her, but he never really left. Just light rocks back and forth, and he could still feel the insides of her clutching to him. "Still recovering," he thought, and levered himself up onto his palms, and pulled slowly out of her, stopping less than an inch from leaving her. He then pushed into her again, this time eliciting less of a scream and more of a moan of lusty pleasure. He then set up a rhythm of steady strokes, moving deeper into her, and leaning down again to kiss her. She wrapped her legs around him again, and pulled him tighter into her. His pace increased, and he pushed into her as fast and as deep as he could. She frantically kissed him, and alternately called out, heightening his arousal. He could feel the impending eruption, and moved faster and faster. He could tell there was no turning back now. He pulled away from her face to get as much leverage as he could and he slammed into her again and again, each time drawing a moan or a cry from her. He could feel her starting to tighten around him again, and that was all he could take.

As he slammed into her one last time, the orgasm took him and shook him. He called out, the first time he had all night. The come gushed out, nearly filling her. It felt like he came and came. It felt like gallons. Of course he knew it wasn't but such a release was a powerful thing. He collapsed against her. She sought out his lips with her own and kissed him passionately. He just lay there,kissing her, feeling himself slowly losing his rigidity, and reveling in the feeling of being inside of her.

He opened his eyes to see her looking at him. The hunger that had been in those eyes was still there, burning bright. He smiled, rolled away from her, onto his back and beside her. She rolled onto her side next to him, and, resting her head on his chest, stroked his chest and stomach. He looked down at her, laying next to him, and sighed with great contentment. But it seemed she was far from content. Her hand had, in fact, begun to move down, past his waist, and now was touching his semi-hard cock. She played with it as though it were her toy. Even with the exertions of the last half-hour, he found himself beginning to rise to the occasion. But it seemed she had her own ideas about what should happen next, for she rose from beside him, and moved to kneel next to his hip.

He could hardly believe it when she leaned down and took his now hard dick into her mouth. The sensation was wonderful. He'd never experienced the like before, and it was certainly up on his list of truly pleasurable things. She lolled her tongue over his manhood, and bathed his balls with long licks. Then her mouth surrounded the end of his shaft, slowly sliding down. She began to pump him in and out, her fingers digging into his thigh. He moaned, his hands clutching at the open air, and his nails nearly gouging scratch marks in the floor. She came up for a breath, and gasped "Oh God, you taste so good." before dipping her head down again to take his entire length in her mouth, her tongue swirling around him as she pulled upward, the combined sucking and licking bringing out a loud, low groan. The sensations were preparing to overtake him, and force an early end to the fun, so he motioned her to stop. With some playful resistance, he pushed her onto her back, and positioned himself with his face mere inches from her, between her thighs. He loved this view, and the he knew that after the intensity of their lovemaking, the orgasm he would give her would be immense.

He leaned down, and kissed at the tender flesh, all red and exposed from the rough treatment he had dealt out earlier. His lips were gentle yet insistent, and his tongue dextrous and untiring. Soon she was moaning again, and he could hardly wait for her to get off again. He refrained from pushing his tongue into her, but paid close attention to her clit. That was a little toy he loved. He would take it between tongue and teeth, and suckle at it, as though he were a baby, at it's mother's breast. He could just lay and suckle like that for hours, and often wished he really could. It seemed to have the desired effect upon her, because her moans intensified, and she began to buck her hips into his face. He held onto her, and forced his mouth over her clit, and lapped at it. She cried out, and, spasming, stopped bucking. He could see the effect the orgasm was having on her. She was awash in pure pleasure, as wave after wave of sensation and release washed over her. It was a blissful sight.

He gave her a few minutes to ride out the effects of this most recent of orgasms. She was just beginning to get back to breathing regularly when he patted her lovingly on the thigh.

"Roll over, baby," he said, "Kneel in front of me."

She moved in front of him, facing away, and raised her sweet ass up off the ground. When she was kneeling, he moved in close behind her, and, pushing her gently forward, moved his hips right up to touch her. He felt her hand move in to touch him from underneath her, as she leaned down. He felt her stroking him, and moving him closer to her. When she had placed him against her opening, she leaned full force onto her arms, and, looking over her shoulder at him, smiled.

He reached down, and took hold of her waist, and gently pushed himself into her. The sensation, as usual, was wonderful. The position lent a different, exotic feel to her, and he reveled in it as he moved slowly in and out of her, pulling her onto him by her waist. As she became accustomed to him again, he started to move quicker. His strokes were deeper, and he felt himself slam into her again and again. He could hear her breathing heavily, and feel her clamping down on him. He knew it was going to be a while before he was ready, and kept up a quick stroking pattern. She was still riding the effects of her most recent orgasm, and as such, was much closer than he.

He felt himself getting closer, aided by the action of her muscles, working around his cock. He quickened his pace, feeling the flesh of her ass slamming against his pelvis, and took a better hold on her waist. Between his pulling, and her rocking back against him, there was no way he could hold out. He felt the pressure build, build to it's breaking point, and then the release. He pushed deep into her, holding her against him, feeling himself being drained into her. He wasn't the only one enjoying it, as she leaned back harder, and attempted to pull more and more come from him.

He knelt there for a long thirty seconds before he moved further. Then it was to pull out from her, and collapse next to her. She rocked back on her haunches and looked at him, laying there, wasted and exhausted. She lay down next to him, and, resting her head on his chest, listened to his heartbeat as his pulse returned to normal, and his breathing resumed it's normal pace. They lay like that for a long time, just content to be in one another's company, and not have anywhere to be other than right there, in each others arms.

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