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eh, happy? i suppose ..... well, no, i take it back, i realy cant say i care all THAT much ..
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let me guess .... cheap hookers, with warm hands, and no gag reflex?
you mean .... Poor Old Nigger Thinks Its A Cadillac ? oh, and my comment apparently has too few words per line (currently 6.5), so i guess i'll type some shit to get it past the filters.
After playing tennis and frisbee for most of the afternoon, and cooking up a tasty stir-fry (enjoyed over a bottle of white zinfandel) for dinner, Jim and Janet decided to call it an early evening and went to sleep, having allowed their feelings of horniness to be displaced temporarily by feelings of fatigue. Overnight, the temperature dropped from warm-and-pleasant to goose-pimple-cold, an occurrence for which they were ill-prepared, having left the bedroom windows open, with a single sheet covering the two of them. In their respective dreams, their king-sized bed became a stretch of frozen tundra, complete with arctic winds cutting across the expanse. What began as an overly-affectionate huddling together for warmth degenerated, as the cold slowly pulled them awake, into a nasty little tug-of-war, with the prize being a larger-than-fair portion of the cotton/polyester sheet. Having always been better at such games, Janet curled herself into a fetal position, clutched a double-handful of sheet to her chest, and gave a little, twisting *tug*. Pretty as you please, the last yard of sheet jumped away from Jim and settled neatly on Janet, leaving Jim's butt exposed to the elements. His eyes flew open just as a breeze blew up his backside. "Hey! I'm freezing! Gimme some back." Janet purred a contented, sleepy little dismissal, "Jim, if you're cold, just get up and take a blanket out of the closet." Jim was ready to hoist himself out of bed when he realized that he'd just been snookered (and not for the first time!) into getting a blanket while Janet stayed in bed. His darling wife had suddenly been transformed, in his eyes, into an Evil Manipulator, and he decided to stand up for All Men, everywhere. "If you want a blanket, Janet, *you* get it. Now give me some sheet!", and he proceeded to haul at the blanket like he was pulling in the main sail. With more than half-serious indignation, Janet growled "You jerk! Pick on someone your own size!" and she did that little clutching move again, which rolled Jim over and recovered half of what he'd hauled away from her. "Can't...there's no one else here." smirked Jim, and he pressed his (now frozen) toes up against her warm, heart-shaped bottom. She squeaked out a surprised little "Yelp!" and jumped away from him, letting go of the sheet. "Aha!!" Jim grabbed the edge of the sheet and rolled back towards his side of the bed. "Loser!" he cried and, gripping the sheet tightly, he rolled over and away from Janet, spooling the entire sheet around himself. "*You* can get the blanket for a change, chump!" He rolled clear to the other side of the bed, and was quite pleased with himself, since he didn't get to outsmart his wife very often. He had about half-a-heartbeat to gloat, and then Janet jumped on top of him, and glowered down at him with a frighteningly predatory look. "You know, Jim, I'll never understand how such a smart man can consistently get himself into such *dumb* predicaments!" He tried boosting himself up with his arms (all those workouts came in handy when he was wrestling with Janet who, although no pushover, was never able to beat him in a fair fight)...and he collapsed backwards! Quickly, he realized that he'd mummified himself inside the sheet. He thought hurriedly....king-sized sheet...must be eight or nine layers of cloth...his hands stuck by his hips, tangled up more than the rest of him...Janet sitting on his stomach with her knees on either side of his chest, using those cyclist's legs of hers to squeeze his arms against his sides. Oh, I'm meat, he thought, I'm hamburger fucking helper. Janet was smiling down at him evilly. "You've got such an *endearing* look on your face, honey!" And then her expression changed to one of mock-concern: "Have you got enough of the sheet now, Jimmy?" "Okay, heh, yeah, Janet...you got me, yep, that was pretty good...I'll go get the blanket..." "Oh, baby, what's the hurry, you're not still cold are you? *I'm* the one who should be cold!" and reaching her arms behind her, she stretched her naked torso backwards and turned from side to side, the silhouette of her nipples sharply visible against the light from the bedroom window. He became acutely aware that he had a hard on, and he squirmed as it strained, like the rest of him, against the sheet. Janet brought her hands back down and ran them smoothly over her breasts. With a sudden surge of frustrated horniness, Jim bucked frantically and nearly threw his wife off of him. Looking furious that Jim had the audacity to try taking advantage of her posing for him, she shifted her legs lower down Jim's body and fell forward onto him, hard, knocking the air out of him, and assumed a decidedly female-superior position. Now, it was Janet's turn to look surprised, as she felt Jim's erection pressing against her. For a second, Jim thought that she might let him loose so they could go at it...but Janet's expression shifted again, and became particularly merciless. "Poor baby!" she cooed, "there's something you want really bad, isn't there?" Wrapping her arms and legs tightly around Jim, she brought her face close and started giving him soft kisses on his cheeks, his temples, his forehead. A small moan of pleasure came from him, and he closed his eyes. She kissed his eyelids, and brought her mouth down to meet his. His tongue reached for her, and with no teasing Janet kissed him long and deeply. "Oh, honey, I want you...please let me go." She gazed at him tenderly, and said "I want you too, really bad, but some things are worth waiting for. Besides, I *know* you...you'll enjoy it more if I tease you senseless first." "But you've already teased me senseless!" and, at this new development, he started struggling in earnest. But poised as she was, he could barely get enough leverage to rock her back and forth...rolling her away was utterly impossible. He strained fruitlessly for long seconds, and fell back exhausted. "You call *this* teasing?" she chided, her face inches from his. "Darling, I haven't even *started* teasing you!" and she placed her hands on both sides of his face, keeping his head immobile. She brushed several feathery kisses against his lips and, as he strained for more, she unceremoniously licked his nose. "*Bleck*!! Why, you bitch!! Gaaa!!!! I hate that!" "Oh, so I'm a bitch? Well, what else am I supposed to do to you?" she asked innocently, while she wiped the saliva off his nose. "I don't care...anything but that! That felt horrid!" "But, Jim, I can only torture your face...the rest of you has gone undercover." She paused, smiling at her pun. "Except...except for...hmm..." Like a dervish, she jumped back and landed her bum on his stomach, then bounced off him and rolled him over another half turn, so he was face down, whereupon she grabbed onto the sheets wrapped around his ankles and pulled herself around. His first reaction (after "oof!") was that she was going to try smacking his bottom, and he tried getting his hands back to ward off the blows. A split second later, Janet was coming back down on top of him, making a "Hiiee-yA!" noise very much like Miss Piggy. He flattened himself so that the mattress would absorb the blow, but to his surprise Janet merely settled gently on top of him. "You're learning, boy! What is it they say about old dogs and new tricks?" He was now face down, with his arms behind his back, hands pinned against his own butt, thanks to his thrashing around. His wife was lying face down on him, with her thighs again clamped around his chest. Her arms were hugging his legs tightly, while her right hand fumbled at the cloth by his ankles. Suddenly, he felt cold air, as Janet peeled back enough of the sheets that his right foot was free. He tried to kick, but his knees were still wrapped tightly together. Besides, what little maneuvering room his ankles had disappeared when Janet wound the excess sheet around his shins. His left foot was still bound in cloth, but his right foot was totally exposed. "So, is this the naughty foot that stuck it's cold toes up my butt, hmmm?" Jim started to babble, "No no it was the other one I swear it wasn't that one no..." "I don't know, Jim, these toes feel *awfully* cold." she said, as she ran the tip of her index finger along the base of Jim's toes. "So were *you* the coldest toe? Or was it *you*?" she asked, punctuating each query with a little squeeze of each toe. "(*giggle*) It wasn't any of them! (*snort*) Oh, God, please..." The gentle, almost loving touches underneath his toes made his foot twitch spasmodically, and Jim became frantic at the prospect that Janet was going to tickle him into hysteria. He didn't plead yet, though...he clung desperately to the ludicrous hope that, if he didn't beg her not to tickle him, then Janet wouldn't think of doing it. "Oh, so I'm going to have to conduct an Inquisition, is that it? Well, since you like picking on people smaller than you," she said snidely, "I'll start with the littlest toe first...have you done anything that deserves punishment, hmmm?" And she started running her fingertips very lightly down the toe, along the outside edge of the foot, and then back up again. Jim's initial, stifled laughs gave way to a steady stream of giggles, like water falling. "No honest I-swear-to-god I haven't!" he gasped. "You know, you've got a beautiful giggle, Jim, even if that wonderful baritone voice of yours sounds more like a schoolgirl's now! It's too bad I don't hear you giggle more often. So, how about Toe Number 2? Do *you* have any confessions to make?" She started tracing her maddening fingertips in a straight line along the second toe, up and down across the sole of Jim's foot. That tickled *much* worse than the edge of his foot did, and Jim dropped all pretense of not begging. "Please Janet plee-hee-hee-heeze (*gasp*), don't tickle me-he-hee-HA! HA! oh God (*giggle*) like this it's-sss-it's(*sputter*) HA HA not fair hah HAH!!" "Oh, and I suppose that what you did to me last week on the couch was fair, right? Remember, you brute? When we were smootching, and you started kissing my neck, and when I laughed, you pinned my arms over my head and started nuzzling me under my arms until I nearly wet myself? Do you remember that, hmmm?" She shifted over to the third toe, so that her fingertips were sliding up and down the very center of his foot, taking little digressions to follow the curves along the arch and heel. Jim was out-and-out laughing now, and gasping for breath. He'd always been a tickle fiend, but that was when *he* was doing the tickling. The only time he'd gotten it back badly was when he was was 12 and staying with relatives before a wedding. His cousin Karen (how old was she then? 15? 16?) caught him peeking when she was trying on her bridesmaid's outfit. He ran, but she caught him in about three strides and pinned him down, and while she said "I'll bet you thought that was funny, huh?" over and over, she proceeded to slowly and methodically tickle him half to death. He didn't even remember her stopping...just him catching his breath afterwards. That was 20 years ago, and he wasn't sure if he could stand it if it happened again. He managed to blurt out "Yes-I-did-it-I-did-it-I'm-sorry-oh-God" in one breath. "Finally, a confession! Very well!" she said as she stopped her tickling, and she drew herself up haughtily. "It's the judgement of this court that, given your offense, the punishment should fit the crime. You are hereby sentenced to the poetic justice of being tickled on the bottom of your right foot until you go completely insane, said sentence to be carried out immediately. Does the condemned care to make a final statement?" Red faced, sweating, and panting, Jim gasped in a breath and started to open his mouth when Janet chirped "Time's up!" and began very lightly and rapidly dragging the fingertips of both hands over the sole of Jim's foot. She alternated left and right hands, using all of her fingers and touching very lightly, scraping as gently and as rapidly as she could. If Jim thought that he'd ever been tickled before, he was wrong. His voice jumped from hyperactive giggles to full-bodied guffaws and back again as his tortured nerves tried desperately to reach some sort of equilibrium, but Janet was a cruel, relentless, and very talented tickler, and she altered her touch just enough to keep Jim from adapting to the torment. He felt electric currents searing across his feet, racing up the backs of his legs to his groin, and shooting out along his spinal cord. He howled...he shrieked...he positively *screamed* with forced laughter, while his body thrashed like a wild animal. "Kootchie, kootchie!" tormented Janet. "Tickle toes!" and she dug into the sensitive skin under Jim's toes. "Tickle here! Tickle there!" she teased, as she frantically scratched at one sensitive spot, then another. "Tickle tickle tickle!!" she teased, ruthlessly, while Jim prayed to God, to any god, to whatever god feels sorry for people being tickled beyond human endurance, that she'd stop. Then Jim's sense of time disappeared...he was in the Hell of Eternal Tickling. "Jim!! JIM!!! Are you okay???" He realized that his wife was shouting at his face while he was still being tickled senseless...no wait, he was still laughing, but he could see her hands and neither one was tickling him. Janet was staring straight at him, and looked scared witless. He started to get a grip on himself, but he realized that he could still *feel* it, and he collapsed laughing once more. "I'm okay...oh God...HA!!!" The look of concern partially drained away from Janet's face. "Um...I was actually going to commute your sentence to 10 minutes of eating me, but when I stopped you just kept on *laughing*." Her eyes got wide again, and she tried loosening the sheet from around her husband. "Are you *sure* you're alright?" Jim tried to sit up and blurted out, "Ten minutes of head? How can I give you head (*gasp*) when I can't even breathe??" and he collapsed backwards roaring with laughter, like this was the funniest joke in the world. "Jesus...let me get you out of this...sit up." The windings had loosened a bit, and with a struggle (in no way helped by her husband's continuing hysteria), she finally worked Jim's arms free and peeled the sweat-soaked sheet away from his chest. "I've got to close the windows...you'll catch pneumonia." While she closed them, Jim had flopped back onto the bed, and she returned to the task of freeing him, trying to tug the sheet past his hips. "Ow! Watch it!" Jim opened his eyes wide, and looked coherent for the first time. He scooted around on the bed, and wiggled his hips while he carefully worked the sheets past an...um...obstruction. "Oh my!" gasped Janet, eyes riveted at his crotch, "Maybe you won't have to give me head after all!" He glanced down. "Geez...I guess not." He looked at Janet, hungrily, and grinned. "But this time," he paused while he backed his wife back down onto the bed and lowered himself on top of her, "*I* get to be on top."
"The flowering of our S&M fantasies has been one of the highlights of our sex life for Kathy and me. We began by using the telephone. I would call her at work and describe in vivid detail what I planned to do to her sexually that night. To my delight, I discovered that this excited her and she walked around at work all day with a wet pussy. Knowing this turned me on. Gradually I began to smack her ass during sexplay, as she sat on top of me or as she lay on her stomach sucking my cock. I would be on my haunches in front of her, and as she sucked me, I would raise myself up on my knees, hover over her and bring my palm down on her ass. At frist they were exploratory smacks: light, but hard enough to make the rounded flesh of her ass jiggle. Soon, though, I was spanking her full-force, causing her ass to turn crimson with the imprint of my palm, and her pussy to turn juicy. As the spankings increased in regularity, I was satisfied we were on the right path to living out our fantasies. Then we devised something we call the CRACK BELT. Under her skirt or jeans she wore a thin belt around her waist with a strip of rope attached to the back of the belt, running down between her cheeks, snuggled tightly between the lips of her pussy, pressing on her clit and attached again at the front. The constant pressure on her clitoris and the continual rubbing of it while she walked kept her crack juicy. The best part was watching her face when I knew she was coming in her pants and no one around her realized it. I also went out of my way to find long flights of stairs to walk up, because I knew thats when the rope and belt would make her pussy the hottest. There were times when I thought she was going to faint from the tremors of pleasure she was experiencing in her cunt. We always fucked immmediately after taking the Belt off, and she was so wet that I could sink my cock in to the hilt without the slightest bit of trouble. The Crack Belt got to be such a favorite for us that Kathy actually began asking for it, the first time being the night of our one year wedding anniversary. In celebration, we decided to go out for a nice dinner. After Kathy showered and put on her makeup, she walked out of the bedroom, naked, holding her Crack Belt. Softly, in a seductive little voice, she asked me if I would'nt like fit her into the Crack Belt myself. I fastened the small belt around her waist and then knelt down behind her to tie the cloth rope and pass it down the crack of her ass to be tied in front of her navel. But this time I felt something different as I was doing it: such important emotional tenderness on our anniversary. While kneeling behind her, I planted a warm, wet kiss on each one of her buttocks causing her to shivver. All through dinner my excitement continued to mount. I found myself touching her, running my hand ahainst her cheek, pressing my hand against her hip and lightly on her thighs. Beneath her dress I could feel the outline of the Crack Belt. The slow, sweet torture of anticipation tingled in my loins, and I looked forward to quenching my sexual thirst. Gazing at Kathy across the table, knowing her crack was wet from the Belt, I saw in her eyes the saeme tense anticipation I was feeling. We picked up our wine glasses and toasted out one year anniversary. When dinner was over we went right home. As soon as we were inside the apartment, I took her in my arms and gave her a long, passionate kiss. I sucked on her soft, warm tongue as if it were giving me life and unzipped the back of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. My cock bulged and pressed against the front of my pants as I knelt in front of her and undid the Crack Belt. I pushed her back onto the couch and spread her thighs so that her soggy pussy presented itself like a target to me. My tongue darted between her slippery lips and pushed into her hole. I tasted her sticky juices as I licked up the length of crack, stopping at her clit. Her back arched violently and a loud moan of pleasure came from her mouth as I sucked the fleshy button into my mouth and ran my tongue across it. Already she was about to have an orgasm, and she gripped the back of my head with both hands in preparation for it. When it came, she pumped her pussy up and down on my face while still holding onto my head. I continued to suck on her clit as she screamed with pleasure. When the waves of her orgasm had subsided, I took my now juice-covered face away from her pusssy and kissed her hard on the mouth so she could taste her own come. She again held me by the head and, kitten-like, licked my entire face clean of her juices. I stood up and took my clothes off. My cock stood at rigid attention as I told her to suck it. Kneeling down, she took the whole of my cock in her mouth and cupped my balls in her hands. Her head bobbed back and forth, her lips sliding along the entire length of my cock, her hands gently squeezing my balls. Her tongue ran along member, pressing and stroking, toying with the tip. Sometimes she would pause with my cock head caught in her lips and massage it wetly with her tongue. I felt as if I were about to explode with excitement. As the feeling grew in intensity, I gripped her head steady and began to fuck her face, pumping my cock slowly but deliberately into her now stationary mouth. I wanted desparately to shoot my load down her throat, but I decided to wait. I had other things in mind, and I wanted to mainatin my sexual energy for a grand finale. Pulling my cock from Kathy's mouth, I led her by the hand into the bedroom with my hard cock pointing the way. I watched while she put on black, net stockings with a black garter belt, elbow-length black lace gloves and a wide-brim, blue straw hat with a black band around it. With my girl dressed this way, I could hardly contain my desire for her. Taking her own hairbrush from her dresser, I ordered her to face the full-length mirror we have hanging on the back of the bedroom door. She braced herself by putting her gloved hands on the upper corners of the mirror and then spread her long, stockinged legs. As she stood with her eyes glued to her own reflection, I positioned myself behind and to one side of her and gently ran my hand across the smooth skin of her bare ass. "Beg me to spank you, Kathy," I ordered. In a meek voice, barely more than an excited whisper, Kathy said, "Oh, please spank me." And as she stood there spread-eagled against the mirror, I began to spank her ass with the hair brush. As the power of the blows became stronger, her ass got redder and the slap of the wood smacking hard against her skin seemed to reverberate through the bedroom. Although standing stationary, she began lifting first one foot, and then the other as if she were doing a slow dance. Her head arched back as she continued her dance and I continued the spanking. With Kathy standing there in front of me dressed like something from a French whorehouse and with a flaming red ass, I felt as though no man could have it any better. I loved this woman, and I loved the sense of power over her that spanking her gave me. This was a gift from Kathy. I ordered her to come away from the mirror and bend over. As she gripped the arms of an easy chair for support, I told her to spread her legs as far as possible and to lift her ass in the air. Lowering her head into the cushion, she did as she was told. Kneeling behind her, I now had her plump, meaty pussy lips staring me directly in the face. I hope I never lose my fascination with the sight of a woman's cunt exposed this way and waiting for it to be administered to. Pushing her ass up in the air as far as I could go with one hand, I began to spank her again. Moans of pleasure pain escaped Kathy's lips as her ass began to sway back and forth. My excitement was rising quickly. With each new smack my cock pulsed with the desire to fuck her until she screamed for mercy. Finally, I could wait no more. With one last perfectly aimed stroke of my hand, I elicted a loud moan from her. Now standing squarely behind her, I placed on hand on her waist for support and with the other hand guided my bone-hard cock into her hot, sticky ass. Upon contact with the stretchy grasp of her hole, I gasped in relief for I knew the huge amount of come I had been holding back would soon spill out of my cock. And it did. I would have liked to fuck her longer, but the tight walls of her asshole wraped around my cock like a slippery, gripping hand and brought me to a violent climax. I threw back my head and rammed my cock as far and as hard into her as I could. And as I came with primal grunts signally the pumping of load after load of my come into her ass, Kathy came also, throwing her head back and squealing with joy.
Well it was Thursday afternoon. Almost the end of another long day at work. As Amy passed my desk she said, "Cheer up - dinner time soon." She and I had begun to share dinner together on Thursdays as we are almost neighbors and, being recently divorced, enjoy visiting. I replied with a tired smile, "I know - if I can survive that long!" Little did I realize what was soon to be in store for me. Five o'clock came after what seemed an eternity and we heading home together in the car. As we came inside the house, she said, "Why don't you go ahead and change, I'll start the pasta?" I agreed and went off toward the bedroom. I began removing my blazer suit: hung my blazer in the closet; unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it into the laundry basket; kicked off my pumps and wiggled my tired feet; unzipped my skirt and put it over the chair; unrolled my hose and tossed them on top of the blouse, removed my bra and panties and tossed them also. I went to into the bathroom to wash up but before I could start the water Amy came in. "What are doing?", I asked demanded. She had never seen me undressed before now. She grabbed my wrists and before I could react she had handcuffed my wrists together behind my back. "What the fuck are you doing!!" I yelled. She answered, "I'm going to give you what you deserve slut. I'm tired of the way you tease the men at work! You and your slutty clothes!! Where do you get off coming on to the guys like you do?? Wearing no bra, and skirts to show off your pussy - you must be a slut or whore!!". I was shocked speechless by what she was saying. She pulled me over to the bed and tied my ankles to the corner bedposts She then tied a piece of cord to each wrist and then to each bedpost at the headboard. As she unlocked the handcuffs, she pulled tight on the cords and my wrists were then securely tied also. I was very scared and began struggling against the bonds she had tied, but it was no use - they were very tight. She then placed a ball gag in mouth and fastened it with a leather strap. I was very terrified now. There I was: tied spread-eagled to the bed & gagged. I couldn't move or yell! I watched as she left the room and soon returned my a black nylon bag. From the bag she pulled out a short leather crop. I thought, "My God, she is going to whip me!" Sure enough, she began caressing my legs, thighs, stomach, and breasts with it. If I could have screamed I certainly would have. She announced, "Are you ready slut?". I watched in terror as she raised the crop and began to whip my legs. I nearly jumped a foot off of the bed in pain as it landed. She continued by criss-crossing my legs with lashes from her crop. She began to move her lashes up my body - hitting my thighs, stomach, and then my breasts. It all hurt so much that soon I lost all sense of pain; it seemed to blur together as she kept up her merciless attack. Suddenly she stopped, and put the crop down. The pain I had tried not to think about I could no longer avoid as it flooded into me in the absence of any new pain. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I managed a gagged sob when I raised my head up a little and saw my body covered with welts. I then watched as she went into the bathroom and returned with a razor and a can of shave cream. "Oh shit what is next??" I thought, through the pain. As she climbed between my legs, she said "I'm going to shave your cunt, whore. Whores must be kept clean." "I wouldn't move at all if I were you; I wouldn't want to slip and cut something off." As much pain as I was in I don't I could have moved if I tried, but nonetheless I did not move. She lathered up my pubes and all over and around my pussy opening. She set the can of cream aside and began to stroke with the razor. She made long, sweeping strokes on my mound and soon it was gone. She made shorter strokes along side of my labia. She pulled my labia out firmly and she even made sure to shave that. She continued by shaving around the opening and around my clit. After another minute she announced I was now "clean." She got and went into the bathroom. She got a wet handcloth and came back and wiped away the remaining lather. My pussy felt so open, so vulnerable, so very exposed. And I could do nothing. She brought her nylon bag over closer to the bed. "I have now punished you for what you have done and for what you are. You are and have been a slut and whore. I'm about to punish you for what you might do." She brought out of her bag a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a very sharp but oversized needle. I had no idea what she was going to do with that but I now knew it would not be good. She crawled to between my legs and sat cross-legged. She pulled out firmly on my outer labia. "Jeeezzz what fuck is she going to do??" I wondered silently. I knew a second later when the needle passed through both of my labia. The pain was so sharp and sudden, I felt very light-headed and sooo faint...... I awoke several hours later. The room was dark and I was under the covers. I flicked on the nightstand light. I wasn't tied. The room was quiet. Did I imagine all that?? I threw back the covers and looked down at my body. No, I certainly didn't. My entire front from breasts down to my knees was a cross-checking of welts. I then remembered what she was last doing to me. I spread my legs and looked at my pussy. It was very naked and hairless. Then I saw what she did to me. "My God that fucking bitch!!" She had pierced through both my large labia and had inserted a small gold ring. My labia were essentially stapled together at that one point. I felt very faint again..... --
I've been working for a large corporation for the last ten years. I started out as a junior executive straight out of college and finally worked my way up to middle management as the head of the marketing division two years ago. My work requires me to travel frequently, I've lived in nine different cities so far during my career. Perhaps that's partially why I've never found the "right" girl to settle down with and marry. Another contributing factor - maybe the biggest factor - is that I'm highly sexed and very promiscuous, sort of a male nymphomaniac. I'm always very careful not to contract any social diseases, but I've still been able to enjoy many different kinds of sex with many different partners, both female and male. I really have no preference for any particular kind of activity or fetish - I enjoy it all. In January of this year, I was transferred to San Diego. Since I only anticipated being here for two years at most, I decided to rent an apartment rather than go through the hassle of trying to buy a house and then re-sell it two years later. I found a place in a fairly new apartment complex in Point Loma which suited my lifestyle superbly - a third floor unit with a big kitchen, a big living room for entertaining, and a balcony that overlooked the complex' swimming pool. I'm very voyeuristic, and looked forward to being able to enjoy the human scenery at the pool when the weather warmed up. My work kept me fairly busy my first few months here, finally in mid-April things began to slack off and I found myself with a little more free time. I hadn't had the opportunity to meet many people in my apartment complex yet, so I spent a lot of my free time at home alone gazing lustfully at the many "girls next door" who began to frequent the pool. Two girls in particular always showed up at the same time each day, arriving together and leaving together. They were very friendly with each other, always talking and joking, but I never saw them converse with anyone else. One was a short brunette, with well-padded hips and thighs - a little overweight and stocky, but not flabby. Her boobs were large for her height of about 5'2", and were usually totally exposed, except for her nipples which she tried to keep covered with the skimpiest string bikini top I've ever seen. Her closely cropped hair permitted a clear view of her monumentous breasts from all angles. The bottom of the suit she usually wore was cut extremely high on the sides, barely two inches of nylon fabric came down through her crotch, covering the crack of her cushiony ass and most of her bushy pubic hairs. Whenever she turned over on the chaise lounge, or spread her legs wide enough, the sweaty pink fabric of her suit rode right up into her crack; making her pussy lips, labia, and anus plainly visible to me through the almost transparent cloth from my vantage point. Her friend, a petite Oriental girl, had almost no tits at all, but her nipples, which must have been at least an inch long, constantly protruded and looked like two dark thimbles stretching the white knit fabric of the one piece swimsuit she usually had on. Her long black hair reached down to her ass, although she usually kept it pinned to the top of her head. Her feet were very tiny and unblemished, she kept her toenails closely trimmed and always painted a bright, tasty, eye-catching red. Her olive skin was an immense contrast with her suit, making her look like a miniature geisha goddess. The two girls were obviously very friendly, as they massaged suntan oil on each other from time to time, they did it oh- so-gently...much more of a caress than a functional move to apply the oil. The Oriental girl, especially when massaging oil on the fat girl's back and thighs, always lingered a little longer than was necessary on those delicious globes of the big girl's ass..and at least once, I was sure, slipped her dainty index finger under her friend's suit and diddled her anus oh-so-lovingly. Although I didn't know anything about either girl, other than what I had seen from my balcony while playing with my cock, I convinced myself that they were probably dykes. They were never with any guys, and seemed to be too friendly to be mere acquaintances. This went on for several weeks, each day I spied on those two tasty creatures while sitting on my balcony, a beer in one hand and my dick in the other. I was too nervous to approach them; after all, they were probably gay, and I didn't want to risk a rejection. Anyhow, I was enjoying my solitary fantasizing, and I guess I didn't want to risk having my fantasies shattered either. One Saturday in mid-May, I finished work unusually early, went out on my balcony and started drinking beer a little earlier than I usually did. My two fantasy girls showed up at their appointed time and planted themselves in their usual corner of the pool area, showing me a perfect view of their gorgeous tits and asses. A little more tipsy than I usually was this early in the afternoon, I decided to go for broke and introduce myself to them, fuck the rejection...Who cares? In my semi-inebriated state, I decided I could make a better first impression if I dressed as revealingly as they did. I pulled on my white Speedo Bikini bathing suit. My cock, balls and ass cheeks were plainly visible through the thin material; my wiry pubic hairs created a dark shadow in the front of my suit. No shirt, no shoes...I went downstairs. "Hi there, my name's Greg. I just moved in a few months ago." Both girls looked up, I thought I detected a half smile and a gleam in the eyes of the Oriental girl as she looked at my face, glanced at my crotch, then quickly away. The fat girl eyed the bulge in my bathing suit steadily and unabashedly, then looked me square in the eyes. "Get lost!" she said disgustedly. I'm generally a very cooperative guy, and don't like confrontations. Usually, I would turn around and walk away if I found myself in a position like the one I was in now. But today...I guess the brew and the fantasizing about these two dolls had emboldened me. "Hey, I'm just trying to be friendly. No need to get rude." "Sure you are," retorted the fat one. "Waving your penis in our faces, advertising your wares. You're looking for a quick fuck, just like every other guy in this city. Well, you're not going to find it here. Go back to your balcony and masturbate if that's what gets you off...and don't say you don't do it, we see you every day." I was flabbergasted. I had no idea they had seen me. I must have turned twelve shades of red. "I-I-I'm sorry," I stammered. "I-I-It's just that you're both so gorgeous...Your ass...and your friend's feet...I didn't know you could see...I-I-I guess I'll go now." I could tell the Oriental girl was trying hard to suppress a smile. She reached for the fat one, pulled her close, and whispered in her ear. They conferred briefly, then both started laughing. I turned to leave. "Wait!" called the fat one. "Are you really sorry?" "Yes," I hesitantly replied. "Will you do anything to make it up to us?" "Yes," I answered, a dim light beginning to flicker in my mind. "Will you do anything we tell you to...no questions asked...no matter how vulgar or dirty?" I suddenly realized that this was probably a sexual proposition. So, they were into a little master/slave play? A little S&M perhaps? I was definitely game. "Yes, I will," I asserted. "Okay," said the fat one, "my name is Gina, my friend here is Susan. We would like to have a servant to abuse - both physically and verbally - tomorrow when we go to Black's Beach. You'll do. We're not going to let you get your rocks off - your duty will be to do exactly what we tell you to do...and we're going to make you do some pretty nasty, vulgar things...all for our enjoyment. We're going to fuck you - like you want to fuck us - maybe with a dildo, or maybe we'll find some gay guy and tell him he can fuck you while we watch. At any rate, you're not to speak at all, and you must do everything we tell you to. Is that clear?" Listening to her talk, my cock had grown to it's full six inches. The bulge in my suit would surely have been visible to everyone else in the complex...thank God I was facing the girls with a wall on either side. Only they could see. I really wanted to do this. Yes, I would grovel at the feet of these two nasty creatures and do anything they said. I would gladly play the subservient role for them "Yes, Miss Gina, I'll do whatever you say." "Okay then, you wimpy asshole. Get out of here. We'll be by your apartment to pick you up at 9 o'clock sharp tomorrow. Make sure you're ready! Be prepared for some pain, you prick! Oh...come here." She motioned for me to bend my head close to hers. Assuming she wanted to whisper something nasty in my ear, I did so. I saw stars as the full force of her open palm cracked across my left cheek. "That's just a small sample of what you can expect," said Gina. "Get out of here." Rubbing my stinging face, I turned and walked away. Behind my back, I heard Gina and Susan breaking up in guffaws of laughter. My hard-on had rapidly disappeared, although a drop of pre-cum stained my bathing suit. "Wait!" Gina yelled. I turned. "Do you really want to be treated like shit?" "Yes," I responded. "Tell me you want to be treated like shit." "I want to be treated like shit." "Louder!" "I WANT TO BE TREATED LIKE SHIT!" "Okay," purred Gina, "we'll treat you like shit." Back in my apartment, I ate, showered, and set my alarm for 8:30. I wanted to be sure not to miss the knock when Gina and Susan came by the next morning. BUZZ - BUZZ - BUZZ - BUZZ - I reached up, hit the alarm, and parted my heavy eyelids with difficulty. 8:30. I'll sleep a little more. Suddenly it hit me - this is Sunday! Today is the day! I jumped from bed, quickly showered, and pulled on my cut-off jeans. At 9:00 exactly there was a knock at the door. I unlocked the door, turned the knob, Gina and Susan came bursting in. "On your knees, slave!" shouted Gina. I dropped to my knees rapidly, more surprised than frightened. Susan quickly darted behind me, and planted her sandaled right foot for such a little girl. I fell forward. Gina grabbed my hair and lifted my head up. "Who told you to put on shorts, slave?" I started to reply, but as soon as I opened my mouth, Gina shouted, "Silence!" Pushing me onto my back, they pulled off my shorts, then stood me up. "To the bathroom you dirty pig!" For the next hour or so, things happened so fast I was in a daze the whole time. The girls manhandled me easily, although I made no attempt to resist. I was enjoying myself - even the humiliation and pain they subjected me to. First, they blindfolded me, put me in the bathtub and washed me with cold water...I was thoroughly clean when they finished, but my cock and balls were as shriveled and small as a prune. The next thing I know, I was bent over the side of the tub and felt a greased finger entering my asshole. I didn't mind - it felt great - suddenly, it was removed and replaced with something much harder...and longer...it violated my rectum, and as my bowels began to fill with warm water I realized that they had brought an enema with them. I was very bloated when they finally removed the nozzle, they made me hold the liquid in until I was grimacing with the effort, at last I was allowed to expel the fluid. Finally considering me clean, they removed the blindfold. Gina produced a rubber butt plug - only about 3 inches long, but about 2 inches in diameter. After making me such on it for a while, she inserted it in my anus and made me put on a pair of tight, french-cut nylon panties - which rode right up in the crack of my ass - to hold the butt plug in place. Gina announced, "That will stretch and prepare your asshole for what's to come, slave. You are not going to cum at all. If you touch yourself, or ejaculate for any reason...there will be hell to pay. Do you understand?" She punctuated her question with a firm squeeze on my shriveled balls, I meekly nodded in the affirmative. With that, I was ordered to put on sneakers, gym shorts, and a T-shirt; and was led downstairs to their waiting van for the drive to the beach. In the van, I was immediately ordered to remove all my clothes again...except for the butt plug and panties. Gina drove, while Susan removed her shorts, spread her lovely legs while lounging on the sleeper in the back of the van, and ordered me to chow down. Quickly obliging, I reveled in the taste and texture of her tight, pink lipped Oriental cunt. Her pubes were closely trimmed, very dark and wiry; her clit was large red nodule which protruded from the thin lips of her labia. I tongued and slurped her delicious cunt the entire 30 minute drive to the beach, very pleased to be able to make Susan orgasm at least three times that I noticed. Whenever I slowed, or didn't lick in the right place, Susan would reach down and paddle my ass with a sandal, or push on the butt plug; which now had performed it's function by loosening my sphincter muscles significantly. Gina watched the show in the rear-view mirror, from time to time telling Susan to give me an extra slap for her or ordering me to slap myself. By the time we pulled into the sandy parking lot at Black's Beach, my ass was a nice shade of red, my anus was very loose, and my cock was as hard and as stiff as a pole. "So, you enjoyed that did you, you worm?" said Gina, squeezing my cock. "Put these on." She proffered a pair of flimsy women's jogging shorts, with no lining, which were too small for me. Pulling them on, I found myself with half of my reddened ass cheeks hanging out, my engorged cock plainly visible through the thin material. Susan then fastened a leather dog collar around my neck. "You will wear this all day," she stated, "everyone will know that you are our slave. Put on your shoes and let's go." Feeling like a fool wearing only the tight shorts, shoes and dog collar; my two mistresses led me down the steep trail leading the the beach. As soon as we hit the beach, Gina and Susan shed all their clothes and ordered me to do the same. I was finally able to remove the panties and the butt plug, only the dog collar had to stay. The beach was sparsely populated this early in the morning, Gina and Susan ordered me to stand with my hands at my sides while they fingered each other's pussies in front of me and watched my stiff cock bob in the breeze. Tiring of this amusement, Susan said to Gina, "Let's find a good spot to set up for the day." "I know just the place," replied Gina. "Let's go." The two girls began walking north along the beach, whispering to each other and occasionally glancing back at me mischievously. Trailing them, I was enjoying the sight of those two delicious bare asses and the sensation of the sun and the breeze on my skin. Gina led us to a spot about one-half mile up the beach where big rocks came down the side of the cliff to the sand. During high tide, the surf lapped right up to these boulders; during low tide, like it was now, the rocks created convenient alcoves for people to lie in and not be seen by passer-by until they were directly in front of them. This was also the area where many of the gays who came to Black's Beach liked to hang out. Spreading their beach towels on the sand in one of the alcoves, Gina and Susan ordered me to lie on my stomach with my feet toward the ocean and my legs spread. With a bottle of baby oil, they thoroughly oiled my backside from neck to toe - paying particular attention to my enlarged anus. "You're almost ready, slave. We just need to make one more preparation," giggled Susan. Picking up one of her sandals, she began to paddle my already glowing backside. When she was finally satisfied that she had attained the right color, my ass stung. Looking over my shoulder, I saw that it was a bright, fiery red; glowing with baby oil. Gina and Susan then positioned themselves on either side of me, sitting and facing the ocean. "Now all we do is wait," said Gina. I was facing the side of the cliff, and was not allowed to turn around or look behind me. With my legs spread, my stretched asshole and bright red ass facing toward the surf, I felt very vulnerable...but very excited. I didn't know what these two crazy girls had in mind, but I was sure it was going to be fun. A few minutes later, I heard some people approaching along the beach. As the voices came nearer and nearer, Gina and Susan each placed a hand in the crack of my ass, and pulled my cheeks apart as widely as they could. As stretched as my anus had been by the butt plug, I knew it must look as big as a juice glass to whoever was passing by. With my face in the beach towel, I realized that my cock was hard...I was going to be a faceless exhibitionist who would be ogled by strangers in passing! The voices suddenly stopped behind me. "Hi," shouted Susan, "nice day for the beach." "Sure is," replied a male voice "Nice ass you have there," giggled a female voice. Gina and Susan both laughed. Gina ran her finger around the rim of my asshole. "This is our slave. We're showing him off." The two voices laughed, along with Gina and Susan, then moved on down the beach. The girls resumed their vigil. This went on for a couple of hours, about 15 times my cheeks were stretched wide while people passed by; male, female, singles and groups. If the passer-by didn't say anything, Susan would shout a greeting to them, making sure that each one lingered a little behind me to look at my ass. In between people, Susan would paddle my ass a little more to retain it's color or apply more baby oil if necessary. Gina had brought a cooler of beer, they both sipped beer while having their fun and even allowed me to have a few sips. My cock remained hard the whole time - I found that I was really enjoying this unusual exhibitionistic game. Someone else was approaching, again the girls stretched my ass cheeks apart so wide I could fee the ocean breeze in my anus. "Hi," said Gina, "nice day." "It's getting better by the minute," replied a deep male voice. "What have you two girls got there?" "Oh, this is just our slave," answered Susan. "We're showing off his ass to whoever wants to look. See how nice and red it is?" "That is nice," said the voice, "and such a tasty looking asshole, too. I think it's probably big enough for this." I couldn't see what was going on behind me, but I definitely heard the sounds of some guy flogging his dong. Gina and Susan were in hysterics. "I don't know," said Gina. "That's pretty big. Our slave needs a good fucking, though. Why not give it a try?" I was about to jump up and leave, but thought better of it. I was really turned on by the conversation that had just transpired, but I had never been fucked by someone I didn't know. What about disease? Apparently sensing my hesitation, Susan withdrew a condom from her bag. "You'll have to put this on that big monster," she said. "We have to make sure we keep our slave clean." Gina and Susan stood up and moved in front of me to get a good view of my face. "You'd better enjoy this slave," said Gina. "You wanted to fuck us so badly yesterday...let's see how much you like being fucked." Rough hands spread my legs apart even further, and parted my cheeks. I felt the tip of his cock being rubbed against the outside of my well-oiled asshole, suddenly he thrust the full length of his manhood into my rectum. I bit my lip. His penis was no bigger around than the dildo that had already loosened my anus; but the length! He must have been at least 8 inches long! After a few pumps, I no longer felt any pain, and began to enjoy the sensation of being fucked immensely. And I didn't know who he was or what he looked like! My cock was as hard as the one in my ass, with each thrust he drove my cock into Susan's beach towel which was supported by the soft sand. Gina and Susan seemed to be enjoying the show immensely, they began to kiss and fondle each other's tits and pussies while watching the stiff dick being pushed in and out of my ass. Watching the girls, I realized that I was about to cum. The combination of seeing those two beautiful creatures fingering their twats and having a hard cock filling my ass was more than I could bear. Suddenly, my visitor stopped thrusting, and let out a load groan with his dick planted up to his balls in my asshole. As he came, I climaxed simultaneously, spurting puddles of creamy white jism all over Susan's beach towel. Susan and Gina, fingering each other's clits furiously, also began to squeal with pleasure as they orgasmed along with us. Our male visitor withdrew his rubber encased appendage from my anus with a slurping sound, thanked the girls for their generosity, and departed the way he had come. Susan scolded me severely for having cum on her beach towel, with a sandal she again began to slap my ass cheeks vigorously. "As punishment for what you have done, you slime," said Gina, "we're going to find a bigger cock to fuck you...you'll really feel this one. And this time, we won't even let you hear his voice so you won't know when it's coming." With that, she withdrew a Walkman Radio from her bag and placed the headphones over my ears, turning the volume up load on a Rock station; I could no longer hear anything or anyone behind me. My cock began to stiffen again in anticipation of what was to come. Shifting my head to get more comfortable, I bumped the radio and lost the station...the static in my ears was very loud...BUZZ-BUZZ- BUZZ BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ- I reached up, hit the alarm, and parted my heavy eyelids with difficulty. 8:30. I'll sleep a little more. Suddenly it hit me - this is Sunday! Today is the day! I jumped from bed, quickly showered, and pulled on my cut-off jeans. At 9:00, I was waiting breathlessly by the door. Nothing happened...9:30...10:00...10:30. I realized I had been stood up. I went out on my balcony and began to sip beer while watching the pool. At about 11:30, on my way to the kitchen to get another beer, I noticed an envelope that had been slid under the door. Picking it up and ripping it open, I read: Greg, Susan and I decided to make other plans for today. You said you wanted to be treated like shit - now you've been treated like shit. Hope you enjoyed it. Gina
What do I think about when I masturbate? Funny you should ask. Sometimes I masturbate while looking at porn mags or watching porn flicks so I am thinking what it would be like to actually be one of the people in the picture or movie. I am an exhibitionist at heart so it would be a real turn on to be naked and/or having sex while others watched. I am always the "doer" not the "doee". I am the one sucking the cock, eating the pussy, fucking the girl or getting fucked in my ass. I also get turned on by the idea of being watched while I jerk off. Many times I have masturbated by an open window, pretending not to notice that I could easily be seen by all who cared to look. Sometimes I have even gone out of my way to make sure that someone was watching. The best example of this is when I was in Spokane for a conference two years ago. ......... The morning session of the conference was incredibly boring so I was going to skip the afternoon part. I wanted to take a nap, shower and check out the city. When I got to my room I quickly stripped and jumped in the shower. I came out of the bathroom after a nice long relaxing shower wearing a towel around my waist. I picked up a "What to See and Do in Spokane" book and sat by the window. I was on the 24th floor of a downtown hotel and the window was a big picture one with a big sitting area in front of it level with the bottom of the window. I sat against one of the walls and stretched my legs out and checked out the view. Down below the city was hustling and bustling like any other Friday but somehow the window acted like a barrier between me and the ruckus below. All around me were other high rises, they were fairly close but I couldn't make out any of the activity within them. Above them loomed a clear blue cloudless sky, truly a perfect day. I then started wondering if people in the other buildings ever caught glimpses of naked bodies in my hotel. How many times had they seen a couple making love or lounging around in the buff after a shower or masturbating. Then it occurred to me that perhaps they had seen me naked when I was getting ready for my shower. Perhaps they should see me masturbate too! After seriously checking out the area around me for any obvious means of causing trouble and making sure my door was locked I again sat down on the ledge, minus my towel. At first I sat with my knees pulled up to my chest and my cock hidden between my body and my legs and looked out the window. It felt incredible, the sun was beating against the window and covering me with warmth. I was wondering if I would have the guts to go through with it when I finally said "What the hell" and lowered my legs. There I sat, naked in the window for all of downtown Spokane to see. Slowly my hands crept towards my semi-erect penis. I like to start masturbating before my cock gets hard so I can play with the foreskin. I pull it all the way back and watch as my pink cockhead comes into sight and bends down slightly. As I was doing this I was totally engrossed with the pleasure it was causing and completely forgot where I was. I like to tease myself at first, I just stroke slowly until I get hard. Then casually continue, in no hurry at all. When I get hard I continue to pull the foreskin all the way back and forth so it rubs against my glans and gets the precum flowing like a river. Only after doing this for awhile did I look out the window and remember where I was but by this time I did not care. I spread my legs wide because I like to feel my balls bounce against my crotch. I did this by the window and began beating off really hard totally oblivious to all who might be watching. I like to stroke really hard and alternately tense up and relax, this causes my balls to slap against my crotch and then stop. Combining this with a tight grip around my the head of my cock easily brings me to climax quickly. As I got closer and closer to my orgasm my breathing got heavier and I began to gyrate my hips as though I was fucking the air. Usually I slow down to delay my orgasm a bit and prolong the experience but there was no stopping this cum. My whole body twitched and I arched my back and shot spurt after glorious spurt of warm cum into the air. I heard the first few shots splatter on the wall behind me and then felt the rest splatter on my chest and crotch. I continued to stroke as I eased back into the sitting position. The remaining cum began to dribble down my cock onto my hand so I used it as lube to stroke the rest out. I licked the cum of my hand and began to play with the globs of it on my chest. It was really warm, almost hot and was thick as syrup. I reached for my towel and wiped off my chest and cleaned up my dick. As I got up I noticed my cum that had hit the wall. I thought about it for a second and decided to put on a "grand finale" for any spectators that I might have had. I bent down and licked each glob of cum off the wall. I barely made it to the bed before I fell into a deep sleep.
You've just turned off your COMEputer after reading all of the messages. You decide it's time for you to go to bed. As you climb between the cool sheets, I can tell what you're thinking. I know what you're thinking. You can't see me but there I am. Standing in the shadows watching and waiting. As you turn off the light, I wait patiently for you to go to sleep. My heart is pounding wildly against the thin fabric of the gown that flows over my naked body. Covering all that is there that will make you stiff. I want you. As I watch you drift into a half sleep, I long for you. I move from my hiding place slowly across the room to the bed which you lie upon. Your breathing is even and slow. I gently nudge against your bed, shaking it only enough to make you turn over to gaze at me with half sleepy eyes. My hands slowly move over the roundness of my breasts, down to my smooth stomach carressing my hips, my thighs. As you watch me you wonder how I have gotten here to where you are, but you really don't care. I gently crawl on top of the bed just next to you. My fingers rest gently upon your lips as I gaze into your eyes you know what I want. My fingers move from your lips slowly to your neck as I bend to kiss you with my soft, full lips. Softly and gently my tongue enters your mouth as your arms come and enclose me, pulling me towards you. I can feel your heart beating against my chest wildly. I break the kiss only to slide my lips to your neck so they may lick and pull on the skin where I feel your pulse beating rapidly. My fingers carress your chest, my nails tracing a pattern from one nipple to the other. Gently flicking it just enough to feel your cock stiffen against my thigh. My mouth soon follows. Leaving a wet pattern with my tongue, I move down to your stomach, slowly. My eyes steadily watching you watching me. As I kiss the insides of your thighs, your cock is positioned directly in front of me, standing there waiting for my mouth to attack it. But I won't! I want you to feel everything. I want you to feel everything that is being done to you. My tongue slowly and wetly licks little circles pulling your balls into my mouth, so warm, so wet. The sensation is about to drive you out of your mind. I encase your cock with my lips, starting from the bottom of your shaft, moving very slowly upward to the very tip, and back down again. Your hands are clutching the sheets as I see beads of sweat start to fall from your forehead. Your eyes are closed. Your hips moving up and down trying to force your cock into my mouth. Sticking out my tongue firmly, I purposely and slowly lick the hard vein underneath your cockhead, flicking it back and forth as you beg me to take you inside my warm, wet mouth. And I do. Swirling my tongue around the head which is very tight, and very purplish in color, I clamp my lips firmly just around the head moving my head back and forth. As if I were sucking on a baby's bottle I increase the suction causing you to plead for release. Not yet, I want you to go insane. I push my head down just a bit further so I can rub the sensitive head against the roof of my mouth pushing your cock deeper until you're just at the back of my throat. In one swift motion I have you deeply imbedded in my mouth as my tongue wetly swirls all around your hot, throbbing prick. Your head is thrown back, the moans of pleasure which come from your throat is nothing compared to what I feel happening within my own body. I gently remove your cock from my mouth. It's so swollen, glistening with my saliva. It looks as if it's about to burst! I lie on top of you kissing your forehead, eyes, nose, your lips, dangerously sucking your tongue. I know you want to come and you shall, but not yet. Your mouth finds my nipple, sucking it between your teeth. Ooooh, your mouth feels so good on me. You're holding me so tight, running your finger along my very wet slit, in a position where I couldn't move if I wanted to. You start to tease me with your cock, putting it on my clit, rubbing it back and forth as I beg you to put it inside me, but you don't. You want me to beg you, you want me pleading half crazed from the pleasure I feel. I rub my pussy against the head of your cock letting you feel my wetness, moving back to capture just the head if not all into my hot steamy, lust filled hole. You push your hips up and I feel your cock head spreading me apart, entering me. My pussy contracts involuntarily as you force your way in. Your fingers digging into the cheeks of my ass. I cry out, ooh, your cock feels so good sliding into me. As I feel you enter more and more until you're snug and deeply inside my pussy. My fingernails dig into your chest as I rotate my hips on top of you, around and around slowly grinding. My mouth sightly open as I cry out from your deep thrusts. We stare at each other as if in a hypnotic trance. Your movements become more aggressive, your cock is soaked. My cunt juices dripping down the sides onto your balls. You pump me faster as I move on top of you, my rhythm matching yours. Your hands roam my body, squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples while my fingers play with my hard swollen clit. I use my pussy to suck on your cock, squeezing it, pulling it as you buck under me wildly. I lean over only for a moment to whisper into your ear very softly, "Fuck me Gary, don't hold back." With one swift motion, you turn my over onto my back, throwing my legs over your shoulders. Your cock savagely rams into me. Your body is moving faster. Your cock sliding in and out, grinding into me with animalistic passion. Moving deep within me, your cock swells even more. I wrap my legs around you pulling me closer, deeper. We're both going mad, so mad we lose all self control. Your breath comming in heavy gasps as if some unknown entity has entered your body to take complete possession of you, driving you insane. Then you feel it, we both do. You feel the deep ferrocious tingling in the pit of your stomach. As I grind my cunt up into your groin, your teeth are biting into my neck. Your balls ache from being so tightly filled with come. I feel them slap against my ass as I reach down and slide my fingers over their smoothness, tightness. Your whole body starts to tremble, as you feel a sharp tingling chill shoot up from the base of your spine. My clit is burning as if on fire. I beg you, " Move your cock faster Gary. Ohhh, yes, that's it ... harder, ram your cock into me. Move it faster! Slam it into me. Tear my pussy apart with your cock!" You sound like a wild animal. Your moans, groans and gasps become louder and more fierce as I feel your cock twitching and I feel your cock twitching and jerking inside my cunt. Our bodies shake, tremble and become lost. We are no longer people, only two mad, crazed beings begging for release. Your body spasmodically jerks on top of me and mine under you, as we are bathed in the flash of white light which hits us both. Our heads spinning as the last moments of our pleasure finally subside. You look up as I slowly emerge from your bed giving you one last kiss very deeply. I want you to remember. You close your eyes and drift off into a very peaceful sleep as I go back into the darkness from whence I came. --
Third of the "Deb's Tails" series. There are more in the works; Deb has told me several others, I just need to find the time to write them down. This was last posted only a couple of weeks ago. Please don't flame me, I got a couple of requests for it, and since I was reposting the others, it was just as easy to repost this one as to mail it to those who asked. My wife, Deborah, often tells me "bedtime stories" of her sexual adventures. Some of them I know are true, either because I was there, or because she has corroborative evidence. Some of them, I'm sure, are fictional. Others, I'm just not sure about. I don't know about the truth of this one. It sounds like the kind of thing she'd do if she were in the right mood, but since I wasn't there, I can't vouch for it. If you've ever heard anything about the New York subways, you probably think you know what they're like. Noisy, obnoxious, and crowded. Most of the time that's true, but as any New Yorker will tell you -- once you get past his pride in living in the least livable city in the country -- that some trains can be practically empty if you pick the right times and routes. Many evenings, around 10 or 11, even the busiest routes start emptying out, and by midnight it's sometimes possible to have a car to yourself. In all fairness to New York, though, it does have it's good points. The Circle Line is one of them. It's a mini-cruise around Manhattan (it is an island, you know!) Any place that's got a decent-sized body of water has something similar. Seattle has trips around Puget Sound, New Orleans has riverboats running along the river. The Circle Line cruise is really beautiful at night with the city all lit up, but in the middle of winter, you can -- and probably will -- freeze your ass off. Deb and I often have separate social lives -- an inevitable reaction to work-related gatherings where people sit around and talk shop. What usually happened in New York was that I'd stay home and play with my techie-toys while she was out partying with her colleagues, or she'd stay home with a book while I was out cheering for the Mets. Naturally, that meant a few solo subway rides for both of us, often at somewhat odd hours. This is the story of one of those trip as Deb told it to me (albeit, with my title). Let Your Fingers Do the Riding I never did tell you about the aftermath of that party last month did I? The one that ended up in a ride on the Circle Line? Yeah, that's the one, when I didn't get home until around two. I was so pissed at you about that. Going to bed before I got home wasn't nice. I'd been hoping you'd still be up so I could fuck your brains out, and there you were, sound asleep in bed with MST3K blaring away on the TV. Why was I so horny? That's what I was going to tell you about. When the boat got back to the dock, we were pretty much partied out, and I, at least, was frozen stiff. We all went our separate ways, which for Gary and me meant heading straight for the uptown number 1 train. It turned out that he was frozen too, so once the train showed up we decided to try a little hypothermia treatment. We had one of the sideways sets of seats next to the car door to ourselves -- in fact we damn near had the car to ourselves. He sat down right next to the barrier between the seats and the door, and I sat in his lap, with his coat buttoned around both of us. Once I started to warm up a bit, I realized that Gary's lap was not the most comfortable place I'd ever sat -- somehow you never realize just how bony someone's legs are until you sit on them -- and I started to squirm around, trying to find a position that didn't include a bone poking me. Not surprisingly, this had something of an effect on him. I suppose you could say that I warmed him up a bit. The net result, though, was to make his lap even worse as a chair. If he wasn't poking me, I was squashing him, and all-in-all, I think we were both a bit relieved that Gary had to get off the train at Times Square and head for the E out to Queens. Losing my butt-warmer did have a few advantages besides easing my seat. Most notably, I could sit sideways on the seats, lean my back up against the barrier, and try to make my knees a little more comfortable by straightening them out in front of me. On the other hand, I did miss the warmth he had been providing, so I did what any normal person would do: I pulled my arms out of the sleeves of my jacket and hugged myself inside it. By 50th Street I was warm enough to realize how frustrated I had been with a hard cock against my ass and no time or opportunity to do anything about it. Without even thinking about it, I reached down, slipping my hand inside the waistband of my skirt, and began to rub my pussy through my panties. I was already wet, and after just a moment or so of rubbing, I knew that wasn't going to be enough. I was about to slip my hand into my panties, figuring to get a finger or two into my pussy, when I realized where I was. I took a quick look around, and was a little surprised to see that there was only one other person in the car: a guy sitting all the way down at the far end, his nose buried in a book. I only hesitated a second before I lifted my butt and slipped my panties off. I had my arms back into the sleeves of my jacket, my feet on the floor, and my panties in my jacket pocket seconds before the train stopped at 59th. As soon as the doors closed, I turned sideways in the seat again, putting my back towards the guy at the other end of the car, lifted the front of my skirt to my waist, and buried a finger in my pussy. Ahhh, heaven. My eyes closed involuntarily as I began to slide the finger in and out, rubbing the palm of my hand across my clit. I was rapidly approaching orgasm, when something made me open my eyes. A man was standing in the aisle about ten feet away, his eyes riveted on my crotch, the bulge in his pants clearly showing just what he thought of my little show. I froze, my on-coming cum evaporating. Not that I have any objections to showing off, quite the contrary, in fact. It was just the unexpectedness of it; thinking I was alone, and then discovering I had an audience. Seeing that I had stopped, he looked up from my pussy and our eyes met. Neither of us even breathed for several seconds, until, finally, he broke the silence. "Sorry to disturb you," he said, in the most incredibly gentle voice I've ever heard. He sounded for all the world just like someone trying to lure a strange kitten into coming over to be patted. "I saw what you were doing from the next car, and I just couldn't resist coming over to this one for a better look." What can you do when you're faced with a gentlemanly apology like that? Especially in New York! I did the ladylike thing. "Why don't you have a seat?" I said, pointing to the seat beyond my feet. Since I was sitting sideways, that seat was maybe five feet from my head, no more than two feet beyond the tips of my toes, directly in line with my pussy; sort of the pornographic equivalent of first row seats right behind the goal at a hockey game. "Perhaps you'd like to open your pants and do likewise?" "Thanks. I think I will," he said, with a sudden smile. The train was pulling out of the 79th Street station as he settled himself in the seat and opened his fly. He winced a couple of times as he worked his rock-solid cock out of the opening. They aren't the most maneuverable things, are they? Especially when you've got those silly jockeys to deal with. "Very nice," I told him, quite honestly, when he had it out and comfortably nestled in his hand. As he began to stroke it up and down, I resumed finger-fucking myself, thinking how silly I must have looked, carrying on a conversation on the subway, with a complete stranger, all the while with a finger deep in my pussy. After a minute or two, I switched to a masturbation style better suited to showing off, spreading my pussy lips open with my left hand, and rubbing my clit with the fingertips of my right. "Yours is very nice too," he said, his hand moving faster on his shaft. "You don't suppose we could..." His voice trailed off, as he tried to think of a good way to suggest that we stop fooling around with this masturbation stuff, and start fucking. I hesitated for a moment, wanting a cock inside me, and tempted by the drop of pre-cum that was just beginning to run down the underside of his cock head. "Probably not a good idea," I finally replied, regretfully. He shook his head sadly. "Damn. I'd love to sink my dick into that hot cunt of yours." His hand moved faster and faster (and so did mine!), and his breathing got rougher and more ragged. "Hot and wet," he moaned. "Shit, I'd love to eat you, you look so good!" I closed my eyes again for a moment, imagining my fingers were his tongue, sliding back and forth over my clit, and then that they were his cock, as I plunged my index and middle fingers as far into my pussy as they could go, and then began to finger-fuck myself frantically. My eyes flew open as I heard him cry "Oh, shit, YES!". I was just in time to see the first spray of his cum shoot up into the air. I watched it rise and fall in a perfect parabola, seeming as if it were in slow motion. As it reached the peak of its arc, I knew what was going to happen, and happen it did. His load came down directly on my lower leg, splashing hot and wet, and then running down to my ankle and onto the seat. The feel of his cum was the final straw for me, and I cried out as my own orgasm washed over me. I began to come down from my peak just as the train started to slow for the next station. "All that between 79th and 86th?" I thought, just as the conductor announced "Hunnerd 'n' Tenth Street. Next stop Hunnerd 'n' Sixteenth." We had made four stops, and I hadn't even noticed! "Hundred and Tenth!" my partner exclaimed. "Oh, shit! My stop was 96th!" Simultaneously, he leaped to his feet, stuffed his cock -- still dripping with cum -- back into his pants, threw a quick "Thanks a lot, Lady" over his shoulder to me, and leaped out the door just before it closed. I waved to him out the window as the train started up again, and then started thinking about how much fun I was going to have with you when I got home. One more stop, a couple of blocks walk, and then I was going to tell you the whole story, and then fuck you silly. I nearly froze my pussy walking home from the subway stop, because I was in too much of a hurry even to put my panties on; I didn't want to have to waste time taking them off when I got home. I gave the doorman one hell of a show when I slipped and fell on the wet marble in the lobby, nearly killed myself when I slipped again getting out of the elevator, got inside, and then discovered you were asleep! Fink!!
A co-worker said to me, "Everybody's got a broken heart story!" I imagine that they do. I had a lot of trouble getting over mine. You'll never know how many times I wrote this story, reliving the moments described here. This is a true story. In the interest of my good mental health it's far past time for me to post this story and delete all copies I have of it and be done with it. Don't ask me for additional copies, real names or real places. Any mail I receive regarding this story will be ignored and forgotten. April Fool's Day of 1981 - "Playing the Fool" DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD DDDDDD I used to work nights at the hospital. I liked how quiet the hospital was on night shift. With only a few duties to perform, I often read all night long. At the end of night shift would come a beautifully still morning, where I could go downtown and take care of daily business before most people were awake. The only problem with night shift is not being able to sleep with my girlfriend, Jane. Because her schedule was opposite of mine, she had stayed home all night and would go to work later in the day. The only time I had a chance to be with her was early mornings. I treasured these mornings we had together. My future plans at the time included not only mornings together, but living our lives together. I walked softly down the hall in the early morning light, trying not to wake my neighbors in the adjacent apartments. I opened the door and threw my coat on a nearby chair. I tiptoed to the bedroom door hoping I could slide quietly into bed with my lover, Jane. As I neared the door, I noticed it was shut. As I stood just outside the door I heard a low sounding noise. I will never forget what I saw next as I walked into the room. That moment will replay in my head for many years to come. Laying flat on his back was Joe, my best friend, reaching for the sheets to cover his nude body and not doing a very good job of it. Jane was laying next to him with her arm and head resting on his large and hairy chest. Still gripping his cock in her hand, she continued to stroke his length under the thin covering. Both were naked under desert print designer waterbed sheets. I stood there stunned, like a deer in front of headlights. A thousand emotions ran threw me in just a few heartbeats. Time stopped. The feelings of jealousy, rage, shame, betrayal, love and hate and even sexual interest quickly overwhelmed me. I felt like a flashlight that had just been jumpstarted with an arc-welder. My breakers tripped. My fuses blew. Thought turned OFF. Then a feeling of numbness. I just stood there. Joe didn't take his eyes off the ceiling. He just layed there. Jane regarded me calmly across Joe's chest. I couldn't see any emotion reflected in her brown eyes. Slowly, her knee moved under the sheet and slid across his waist as she climbed over him. The sheet dropped slid abruptly down as she sat up astride his lap, looking down at him for a few moments. Then bending forward, she lay on his chest as she kissed him. She moved her small breasts across the roughness of his chest. Her kisses became more passionate and urgent. I saw her hand move between them, reaching down under her. Although I couldn't see her hand, I knew she was guiding the tip of his erection toward the opening of her sex. Raising her body slightly, she supported herself on both arms. Jane arched her buttocks slightly and with a dreamy smile pushed herself downward onto him, taking as much of his cock inside her as she could. I couldn't believe it! They didn't care who was watching. There were no apologies offered, no angry words exchanged. They simply IGNORED me and continued to fuck each other as I stood there. Placing her hands flat on his chest she sat upright, rocking her hips backward and forward to work his swollen member deeper inside her. Leaning back, she flipped her hair backwards out of her face revealing the angelic expression on her face as she made love to my best friend. Her enjoyment was obvious as she sat on his lap totally impaled by him. Her hands carressed his face and ears, fingers trailing through his beard and down his neck towards his chest. Joe was already holding her small breasts in his hands, rubbing her nipples until her areolas had darkened. His large hands curled about her pale neck pulling her body down closer to him, bringing the stiffened tips of her tits towards his lips and tongue, kissing and sucking them. Reaching around her shoulders he pinned her body on top of his own. In a rhythmic and fluid motion only capable on waterbeds, he arched his hips upward while he held her tightly, increasing his pace. Jane was unable to move her body, except for her hips. She rolled her pelvis downward to meet each of his upward thrusts. Jane's breath escaped her in small puffs as she bore her weight down on top of him, filling her womb with his mammoth cock. The waterbed made gradually louder slopping sounds under her movements. The room filled with the sweet musk of sex. With her eyes half closed, she bucked and writhed against him in pleasure as his enormous cock filled her pussy again and again and again. Suddenly, Jane's lips parted slightly, releasing a moan. His back muscles strained with the effort to drive his cock upward into her. Her buttocks slapped hard against his hairy legs while her petite breasts bounced up and down. The muscles of her stomach and inner thigh quaked uncontrollably as her hips jerked downward, harder and faster, as she ground her body into his. "Yes..yes..make-me-come," Jane tried to whisper as she attempted to regain control of her voice. Her face contorted in the immense effort of achieving a colossal orgasm. Unexpectedly he reached up to grab her by the waist and flipped her from over him to underneath him. Jane cried out when the entire length of his glistening wet cock was violently withdrawn from inside her. She opened her legs into a wide, flat vee, wanting him to finish her. The wetness of her pussy was visible as the folds of her vagina parted and were opened. "Oh please", she begged. "I want you inside me! Fuck me! Put it back!" Joe turned to me and grinned evilly. "See! The bitch LIKES it!" Positioning himself directly above her, he suddenly shoved the length of his long wide cock into her with a loud grunt. Her eyes opened wide as she cried out at the intensity of being filled again. Her hips jerked upward against his as she wrapped her raised legs around him locking her heels across his buttocks, and tightening. "Oh..oh..oh-oh-oh-more-faster-FASTER!", she cried with increasing volume. "I want you to come inside me!" He grunted with each downstroke as he slammed his swollen length into her pussy. The lips of her pussy were visibly swollen from the rush of blood to her sexual organs. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!", she howled as her hips gyrated under his at the pinnacle of her orgasm. Her toes clenched above his buttocks as her body contracted under under him. "Come inside me, quickly!", she shouted into his ear, and his grunts became louder and his movements quickened. Soon, his back arched in ecstasy, pumping his sperm deep into her womb, his hips moved as if on puppet strings. Finally he collapsed on top of her, obscuring her upper body from my view. But I could see the sex soaked lips of my lover's pussy wrapped around the damp softening shaft of another man. When he rolled off from atop her, they both gasped at the sensation their sensitized glands made as he withdrew his semi-erect penis from her. Neither one of them even looked at me. She laid still on the bed with her eyes closed, breathing fast and hard as if she had just finished a foot race. Jane's legs, still open in a wide vee, started to relax and her knees fell to lay flat on the bed. The combined juices of their lovemaking were slathered over the inside of her legs and made an ever increasing wet spot on the bedlinens. She basked in the afterglow of their intense lovemaking while Joe lit a cigarette. Embarassed and hurt, I left the room. Now that they were finished, I hoped she would come out of MY bedroom to tell me it was over between us. I went to the bathroom to splash water in my face, hoping it would calm me enough to make some new plans in my life. SLAM! The bedroom door had been violently shut sending me a message that I was no longer welcome here. The click of the lock completed the finality of the statement. As I stood in the bathroom staring into the mirror, I heard the headboard start to rhythmically bump the wall adjacent to the bathroom. Jane's moans, muffled through the wall, signalled that she was well on her way to another climax. I didn't have to see her to know that. I knew intimately well how she made love to a man. I can still see her in my mind's eye. I picked up my coat and keys and left.
I was combing out my hair in front of the bathroom mirror when Mike came in. For a brother and sister, we got along pretty well. He was tall and good looking, and several of my girl friends were pretty interested in him, even though they were the same age as I was (13). Mike was 15 and a sophomore in high school, while I was in the 8th grade. I was tall for my age and had filled out nicely during the past few years. Several of his friends made lewd remarks occasionally. Mike and I worked out together in our basement. He needed to be in shape for football and hockey, while I was doing gymnastics and diving. One day, we had just finished a workout and had each showered. I was standing in front of the mirror combing out my recently dried hair when Mike came in. He stood behind me and began to comb his hair. When he was done, he put both hands on my waist. His hands slid forward to my stomach, then rose upto cup my breasts through my robe. I felt a warm sensation begin in my belly and a tingling all over. "Cut that out, you pervert" I said. "Your tits are getting pretty nice, Al" he said huskily. "Thanks, I think" I replied, lowering my arms so that they brushed his hands away. "You know, I saw you spying on me yesterday. I think its time you learned a few things." With that, he turned me around to face him, slowly undid the towel around his waist and let it fall to the floor. I had seen him undressed before, but not up close since we were little. His penis was much larger than I had ever seen it, huge in fact. Skin covered about half of the large, smooth, purple head. It appeared to be about twice as big as his hand which he wrapped around it and began to slowly use in a pumping motion. As he did, the skin near the tip slid with it, covering and uncovering the tip. I was fascinated by the sight and stood there as if rooted. A thousand confusing thoughts ran through my mind. My view widened and I took in his flat belly with its clearly defined muscles, his chest, broad with small dark nipples, his broad thick shoulders. He paused in his stroking and stood there briefly with his hands on his slim hips. Then he took both hands and reached out to me, letting his fingers trail lightly from my cheek downward along my neck to the vee formed by my robe. He slowly loosened the sash of my robe and let it hang loosely. His hands slipped under the robe to my waist, and slid slowly upwards until they cupped my breasts. He rubbed his thumbs over my nipples and I could feel them stiffen at his touch. He slowly raised his hands taking the robe with it and sliding is off of my shoulders, let it drop to the floor. His touch was electric and left trails of fire on my skin. My knees were trembling and my legs were growing weaker each time his fingers moved on my skin. He took my hands and moved them to his cock. Even with the tales and stories of my more knowledgeable girl friends, I was not prepared for the size and hardness of it. My hand was too small even begin to encircle it. I tried to squeeze it to no avail. My knees started to buckle and I grabbed him for support. One of his arms went around my back, the other swept me up with effortless ease and he carried me out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. My hand was still locked in a death grip on his rock-like manhood as he lowered me gently onto the bed. He straddled my hips, his long torso towering over me. "Look at me, closely" he whispered. And look, I did. I studied the head of it, noting the cleft on the underside and the opening at the tip as he pulled the skin back. I could see the loose folds of skin covering his balls pulled tightly up against him. Removing my hand from him, he leaned forward and began to rub his cock on my belly and breasts, occasionally letting it slap against me. The size and weight of it was incredible. I had imagined an erection before, but I had always pictured it as thinner and lighter. He began a pumping motion again, and a drop of clear fluid appeard at the tip. He moved his cock to one of my nipples and transferred the drop to it. A few strokes later, a second drop was placed on my other nipple. He lowered his head and started licking my breasts, circling the moistened nipple with his tongue. His lips then seized a nipple gently while his tongue flicked the tip of it. The sensation was electric. Each touch sent waves of fire through me. I heard myself sigh as I was unable to take my eyes off of him. Between my legs it was like fire and ice. I had had feelings of excitement before but nothing like what I was experiencing now. The feeling was spreading through my entire belly and all my muscles were tightening. My back arched as I sought to press my entire breast into his mouth. He began to suck on the nipples harder, squeezing each with his tongue. He rose up and put my hands back on his cock, guiding them to a pumping motion. The tip was very wet and he took one of my fingers and collected some of the moisture. Taking the finger, he brought it up to his lips and licked it. He then took my hand, moistened my finger on the tip of his cock, and guided it to my mouth, applying the liquid to my lower lip. I licked at it tentatively with my tongue, not knowing what to expect. The taste was slightly salty but sweet. He wet my fingers again and offered them to me to lick clean. He stroked himself slowly, and lowered his cock to my breasts again, rubbing it gently around my incredibly hard nipples. Leaning forward, he brushed it against my neck and cheek. My mind was racing with tales of the girls at school, how they talked about blow jobs and sucking. I couldn't imagine how anyone could take something of that size in their mouth. I kept my eyes closed as he used his tool to caress my cheeks, and when he brushed it over my lips a "no!" escaped them. Undaunted by my feeble resistance, he returned the tip of his swollen shaft to my lips, pulling down my lower lip with the ridge near the top. More of the liquid was transferred. "Lick it" he said huskily. I turned my head away but his free hand cupped my cheek and turned me to face it again. My lips were now coated with fluid and I instinctively licked them. As I did, he pressed forward and I felt my tongue brush against the tip of it. The taste was stronger now, and I could smell the muskiness of his scent. He repeated his command, holding himself against my lower lip. With a tentative lick, my tongue slowly traced along the underside of the tip. I marvelled at how smooth it was. With a little motion, he insisted on an encore and again, my tongue extended. Slowly he pressed it further towards my mouth. Opening my lips slightly as if I were going to clean off an ice cream cone, I felt his shaft with both lips. My toungue pressed against the tip, feeling the small cleft. With gentle pressure, his cock slid forward easily until I could feel the ridge pass my lips. My tongue was now flat along the groove underneath the swollen tip. He withdrew slightly and pressed forward again, deeper into my mouth. Again and again, deeper and deeper he probed. My mouth was stretching wider with each movement. My hands went to his hips to press him back when I felt the gag reflex develop in my throat. He backed off slightly and I found my hands exploring his hips and ass. The pumping of his hips reacted to my touch. As I pulled on his hard buttocks, he pressed forward into my mouth. As I released the pressure, he withdrew. I realized that he was letting me control the depth of his penetration. "Suck on it . . . harder" he moaned. I could feel the strokes quickening as I did as instructed. Rather than the long, slow strokes of the initial penetration, he was moving faster now. I could hear his moans growing in intensity. Suddenly I felt his entire body stiffen and a low scream escaped his lips. A sudden jet of hot fluid struck the roof and back of my mouth. As I started to push him away, another geyser erupted and he plunged his cock deeper. Unable to breathe, I felt a moment of panic. I tried to swallow as best I could as more and more fluid bathed my throat. I could feel the pulsing of his cock and reallized that he was still stroking the shaft slightly. As the pulsing subsided, he withdrew slightly, allowing me to breathe. He rolled slowly to the side, pulling my head with it to keep the penetration. I swallowed and began to sense the taste and texture of his spunk. It was much saltier than the earlier fluid and slightly bitter to taste. It clung to my mouth in sticky globs and left my mouth and troat feeling dry. His hands held my head, keeping my mouth around him as I felt his cock begin to soften. I let my head fall to his stomach, and I began to be aware of the heat in my own loins. He withdrew himself from my mouth and drew me up to lie beside him, cradled in one arm, my head tucked into the nook of his shoulder. "That was incredible, Al" he whispered. "I have never cum that hard before. Are you OK?" I sort of nodded against his shoulder, my mind still whirling. His hands stroked my back, kneeding and caressing. I felt one hand slowly tracing the curve of my hip, sliding along under the top edge of my panties. He rolled me slowly over on top of him. His hands were now inside the thin fabric, cupping my buttocks. I felt incredibly warm and tight as I lay atop him. His hands slid downward, taking my panties with them. One of his legs with between mine, and I could feel the hardness of his muscles between my thighs. His penis was starting to harden again, and it pressed insistently against my lower belly. His hand roamed to my stomach, and moved lower. I could feel his fingers entwining the sparse hair atop my mound. He seemed to grab a wad of hair and pull it upwards towards my navel. The leg between my thighs raised further upwards, pressing against my crotch. As it made contact, it was though a stick of dynamite had exploded between my legs. My hips convulsed against him and my teeth bit into his chest. He rolled over on top of me, removing his leg in the process. I suddenly felt empty. I felt my panties being drawn down past my knees and off of my ankles. His hands traced rings of fire on my thighs, moving higher. His fingers probed my wetness, ice against fire. My hips again began their involuntary movement, seeking hardness. His leg again emerged between my thighs. His hand was insistent as it rubbed and probed. I felt the tip of his finger slide into the wetness. As I felt the muscles of my vagina open to his touch, searing heat began to spread upwards through my belly. My fingers dug into his shoulders, pulling him to me. I felt him shift my leg around his, locking my ankles with his own. He spread his legs further apart, taking mine with him. His cock was fully erect now, pressing into my lower belly. His hands slid up my sides, taking my arms and pressing them over my head. I felt totally helpless, my squirming doing nothing more than tighten his grips. I felt his body shift, his cock dragging slowly over my mound, down along the cleft. My body seemed to be shrinking. I felt like I was the diameter of a pencil. My legs fought against his to no avail. Then came the pressure as the tip of his cock found my wetness. My head was trapped between my arms, my chin on his shoulder. I tried to protest but only a moan escaped. The pressure between my legs mounted. I felt his legs widen further and the pressure increased. Slowly I was taking him inside me. He began to move, side to side, up and down. I could feel him slowly stretching me, filling me. My hips moved against his movements to ease the pressure. I felt even smaller, tighter. One of his hands slid down my back to encircle my hips. I felt totally naked. The hand and arm lifted my buttocks as he suddenly pressed into me with all of his strength. The muscles of my vagina suddenly relaxed and he plunged into my depths. The sensation of penetration was overwelming. A mixture of pain, discomfort, and pleasure coursed through me, spreading outward from my crotch. The pressure was gone, just the feeling of being filled, of being possessed. He just held me tightly for a while, not moving. I reveled in the sensation. His legs relaxed, allowing me to move. My arms were freed and I lowered them to circle his shoulders. He raised his head to look at me, silently asking if I was OK. Not sure of how to react, both of us just lay there, looking, feeling, joined together. I could feel him pulsing inside of me at each movement. I told the muscles of my vagina to clamp down. Lightning bolts shot through me as I did. I could feel his breath, inches from my face. I drew his head towards mine until our lips were just touching. It was as though an electric circuit had been completed. The surge of energy coursed through me and I spasmed around him. He reacted by pressing against me. I thought he was totally inside of me and was unprepared for the thrust. Blinding lights flashed in my brain. I could feel myself opening further, taking him deeper and deeper. After what seemed like hours, I felt the hardness of his pubic bond meet mine, crushing against that secret spot. Explosions wracked me as he ground our hips together. Harder and faster he rubbed, harder and faster were the spasms that coursed through me. I grabbed on with my arms, my legs, my vagina. I felt him pause, letting my reeling senses return. He started to withdraw from me and I heard my feeble moan in protest. Like a pile driver he plunged again into my depths, sending shock waves through me. Again he withdrew, again he plunged. Again. Again. His tempo increased, as did the length of his withdrawal and penetration. I could feel his heat within me, spreading through me. I felt my own hips respond, merging into his rythmn. The waves swept over me, coming faster and faster. I heard screaming. I felt the white hot poker plunging within my loins. I felt the insides of my body moving, rearranging. I felt like a thin sheath around him, taking him, milking him, taking life from him. Everything went white with blinding light, and then, slowly, to blackness. When conciousness slowly returned, I could still feel him inside of me. He was softer now, when I moved, I could feel him slip with the moisture that joined us. He rolled off of me, taking me with him to lie on our sides. Somehow, he stayed inside of me. We lay there for what seemed like hours, looking at each other. On impulse, I brought my lips to his, as if to say that it was OK. He smiled and hugged me tighter as we drifted off to sleep.
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After playing tennis and frisbee for most of the afternoon, and cooking up a
tasty stir-fry (enjoyed over a bottle of white zinfandel) for dinner, Jim
and Janet decided to call it an early evening and went to sleep, having
allowed their feelings of horniness to be displaced temporarily by feelings
of fatigue. Overnight, the temperature dropped from warm-and-pleasant to
goose-pimple-cold, an occurrence for which they were ill-prepared, having
left the bedroom windows open, with a single sheet covering the two of them.
In their respective dreams, their king-sized bed became a stretch of frozen
tundra, complete with arctic winds cutting across the expanse.
What began as an overly-affectionate huddling together for warmth
degenerated, as the cold slowly pulled them awake, into a nasty little
tug-of-war, with the prize being a larger-than-fair portion of the
cotton/polyester sheet. Having always been better at such games, Janet
curled herself into a fetal position, clutched a double-handful of sheet to
her chest, and gave a little, twisting *tug*. Pretty as you please, the
last yard of sheet jumped away from Jim and settled neatly on Janet, leaving
Jim's butt exposed to the elements. His eyes flew open just as a breeze
blew up his backside. "Hey! I'm freezing! Gimme some back."
Janet purred a contented, sleepy little dismissal, "Jim, if you're cold,
just get up and take a blanket out of the closet." Jim was ready to hoist
himself out of bed when he realized that he'd just been snookered (and not
for the first time!) into getting a blanket while Janet stayed in bed. His
darling wife had suddenly been transformed, in his eyes, into an Evil
Manipulator, and he decided to stand up for All Men, everywhere.
"If you want a blanket, Janet, *you* get it. Now give me some sheet!", and
he proceeded to haul at the blanket like he was pulling in the main sail.
With more than half-serious indignation, Janet growled "You jerk! Pick on
someone your own size!" and she did that little clutching move again, which
rolled Jim over and recovered half of what he'd hauled away from her.
"Can't...there's no one else here." smirked Jim, and he pressed his (now
frozen) toes up against her warm, heart-shaped bottom. She squeaked out a
surprised little "Yelp!" and jumped away from him, letting go of the sheet.
"Aha!!" Jim grabbed the edge of the sheet and rolled back towards his side
of the bed. "Loser!" he cried and, gripping the sheet tightly, he rolled
over and away from Janet, spooling the entire sheet around himself. "*You*
can get the blanket for a change, chump!" He rolled clear to the other side
of the bed, and was quite pleased with himself, since he didn't get to
outsmart his wife very often.
He had about half-a-heartbeat to gloat, and then Janet jumped on top of him,
and glowered down at him with a frighteningly predatory look. "You know,
Jim, I'll never understand how such a smart man can consistently get himself
into such *dumb* predicaments!" He tried boosting himself up with his arms
(all those workouts came in handy when he was wrestling with Janet who,
although no pushover, was never able to beat him in a fair fight)...and he
collapsed backwards! Quickly, he realized that he'd mummified himself
inside the sheet. He thought hurriedly....king-sized sheet...must be eight
or nine layers of cloth...his hands stuck by his hips, tangled up more than
the rest of him...Janet sitting on his stomach with her knees on either side
of his chest, using those cyclist's legs of hers to squeeze his arms against
his sides. Oh, I'm meat, he thought, I'm hamburger fucking helper.
Janet was smiling down at him evilly. "You've got such an *endearing* look
on your face, honey!" And then her expression changed to one of
mock-concern: "Have you got enough of the sheet now, Jimmy?"
"Okay, heh, yeah, Janet...you got me, yep, that was pretty good...I'll go
get the blanket..."
"Oh, baby, what's the hurry, you're not still cold are you? *I'm* the one
who should be cold!" and reaching her arms behind her, she stretched her
naked torso backwards and turned from side to side, the silhouette of her
nipples sharply visible against the light from the bedroom window. He
became acutely aware that he had a hard on, and he squirmed as it strained,
like the rest of him, against the sheet. Janet brought her hands back down
and ran them smoothly over her breasts. With a sudden surge of frustrated
horniness, Jim bucked frantically and nearly threw his wife off of him.
Looking furious that Jim had the audacity to try taking advantage of her
posing for him, she shifted her legs lower down Jim's body and fell forward
onto him, hard, knocking the air out of him, and assumed a decidedly
female-superior position. Now, it was Janet's turn to look surprised, as
she felt Jim's erection pressing against her. For a second, Jim thought
that she might let him loose so they could go at it...but Janet's expression
shifted again, and became particularly merciless. "Poor baby!" she cooed,
"there's something you want really bad, isn't there?" Wrapping her arms and
legs tightly around Jim, she brought her face close and started giving him
soft kisses on his cheeks, his temples, his forehead. A small moan of
pleasure came from him, and he closed his eyes. She kissed his eyelids, and
brought her mouth down to meet his. His tongue reached for her, and with no
teasing Janet kissed him long and deeply.
"Oh, honey, I want you...please let me go."
She gazed at him tenderly, and said "I want you too, really bad, but some
things are worth waiting for. Besides, I *know* you...you'll enjoy it more
if I tease you senseless first."
"But you've already teased me senseless!" and, at this new development, he
started struggling in earnest. But poised as she was, he could barely get
enough leverage to rock her back and forth...rolling her away was utterly
impossible. He strained fruitlessly for long seconds, and fell back
exhausted.
"You call *this* teasing?" she chided, her face inches from his. "Darling,
I haven't even *started* teasing you!" and she placed her hands on both
sides of his face, keeping his head immobile. She brushed several feathery
kisses against his lips and, as he strained for more, she unceremoniously
licked his nose.
"*Bleck*!! Why, you bitch!! Gaaa!!!! I hate that!"
"Oh, so I'm a bitch? Well, what else am I supposed to do to you?" she asked
innocently, while she wiped the saliva off his nose.
"I don't care...anything but that! That felt horrid!"
"But, Jim, I can only torture your face...the rest of you has gone
undercover." She paused, smiling at her pun. "Except...except for...hmm..."
Like a dervish, she jumped back and landed her bum on his stomach, then
bounced off him and rolled him over another half turn, so he was face down,
whereupon she grabbed onto the sheets wrapped around his ankles and pulled
herself around. His first reaction (after "oof!") was that she was going to
try smacking his bottom, and he tried getting his hands back to ward off the
blows. A split second later, Janet was coming back down on top of him,
making a "Hiiee-yA!" noise very much like Miss Piggy. He flattened himself
so that the mattress would absorb the blow, but to his surprise Janet merely
settled gently on top of him. "You're learning, boy! What is it they say
about old dogs and new tricks?"
He was now face down, with his arms behind his back, hands pinned against
his own butt, thanks to his thrashing around. His wife was lying face down
on him, with her thighs again clamped around his chest. Her arms were
hugging his legs tightly, while her right hand fumbled at the cloth by his
ankles. Suddenly, he felt cold air, as Janet peeled back enough of the
sheets that his right foot was free. He tried to kick, but his knees were
still wrapped tightly together. Besides, what little maneuvering room his
ankles had disappeared when Janet wound the excess sheet around his shins.
His left foot was still bound in cloth, but his right foot was totally
exposed.
"So, is this the naughty foot that stuck it's cold toes up my butt, hmmm?"
Jim started to babble, "No no it was the other one I swear it wasn't that
one no..."
"I don't know, Jim, these toes feel *awfully* cold." she said, as she ran
the tip of her index finger along the base of Jim's toes. "So were *you*
the coldest toe? Or was it *you*?" she asked, punctuating each query with a
little squeeze of each toe.
"(*giggle*) It wasn't any of them! (*snort*) Oh, God, please..." The
gentle, almost loving touches underneath his toes made his foot twitch
spasmodically, and Jim became frantic at the prospect that Janet was going
to tickle him into hysteria. He didn't plead yet, though...he clung
desperately to the ludicrous hope that, if he didn't beg her not to tickle
him, then Janet wouldn't think of doing it.
"Oh, so I'm going to have to conduct an Inquisition, is that it? Well,
since you like picking on people smaller than you," she said snidely, "I'll
start with the littlest toe first...have you done anything that deserves
punishment, hmmm?" And she started running her fingertips very lightly down
the toe, along the outside edge of the foot, and then back up again.
Jim's initial, stifled laughs gave way to a steady stream of giggles, like
water falling. "No honest I-swear-to-god I haven't!" he gasped.
"You know, you've got a beautiful giggle, Jim, even if that wonderful
baritone voice of yours sounds more like a schoolgirl's now! It's too bad I
don't hear you giggle more often. So, how about Toe Number 2? Do *you*
have any confessions to make?" She started tracing her maddening fingertips
in a straight line along the second toe, up and down across the sole of
Jim's foot. That tickled *much* worse than the edge of his foot did, and
Jim dropped all pretense of not begging.
"Please Janet plee-hee-hee-heeze (*gasp*), don't tickle me-he-hee-HA! HA! oh
God (*giggle*) like this it's-sss-it's(*sputter*) HA HA not fair hah HAH!!"
"Oh, and I suppose that what you did to me last week on the couch was fair,
right? Remember, you brute? When we were smootching, and you started
kissing my neck, and when I laughed, you pinned my arms over my head and
started nuzzling me under my arms until I nearly wet myself? Do you
remember that, hmmm?" She shifted over to the third toe, so that her
fingertips were sliding up and down the very center of his foot, taking
little digressions to follow the curves along the arch and heel.
Jim was out-and-out laughing now, and gasping for breath. He'd always been
a tickle fiend, but that was when *he* was doing the tickling. The only
time he'd gotten it back badly was when he was was 12 and staying with
relatives before a wedding. His cousin Karen (how old was she then? 15?
16?) caught him peeking when she was trying on her bridesmaid's outfit. He
ran, but she caught him in about three strides and pinned him down, and
while she said "I'll bet you thought that was funny, huh?" over and over,
she proceeded to slowly and methodically tickle him half to death. He
didn't even remember her stopping...just him catching his breath afterwards.
That was 20 years ago, and he wasn't sure if he could stand it if it happened
again. He managed to blurt out "Yes-I-did-it-I-did-it-I'm-sorry-oh-God" in
one breath.
"Finally, a confession! Very well!" she said as she stopped her tickling,
and she drew herself up haughtily. "It's the judgement of this court that,
given your offense, the punishment should fit the crime. You are hereby
sentenced to the poetic justice of being tickled on the bottom of your right
foot until you go completely insane, said sentence to be carried out
immediately. Does the condemned care to make a final statement?" Red
faced, sweating, and panting, Jim gasped in a breath and started to open his
mouth when Janet chirped "Time's up!" and began very lightly and rapidly
dragging the fingertips of both hands over the sole of Jim's foot. She
alternated left and right hands, using all of her fingers and touching very
lightly, scraping as gently and as rapidly as she could.
If Jim thought that he'd ever been tickled before, he was wrong. His voice
jumped from hyperactive giggles to full-bodied guffaws and back again as his
tortured nerves tried desperately to reach some sort of equilibrium, but
Janet was a cruel, relentless, and very talented tickler, and she altered
her touch just enough to keep Jim from adapting to the torment. He felt
electric currents searing across his feet, racing up the backs of his legs
to his groin, and shooting out along his spinal cord. He howled...he
shrieked...he positively *screamed* with forced laughter, while his body
thrashed like a wild animal. "Kootchie, kootchie!" tormented Janet.
"Tickle toes!" and she dug into the sensitive skin under Jim's toes. "Tickle
here! Tickle there!" she teased, as she frantically scratched at one
sensitive spot, then another. "Tickle tickle tickle!!" she teased,
ruthlessly, while Jim prayed to God, to any god, to whatever god feels sorry
for people being tickled beyond human endurance, that she'd stop.
Then Jim's sense of time disappeared...he was in the Hell of Eternal Tickling.
"Jim!! JIM!!! Are you okay???" He realized that his wife was shouting at his
face while he was still being tickled senseless...no wait, he was still
laughing, but he could see her hands and neither one was tickling him.
Janet was staring straight at him, and looked scared witless. He started to
get a grip on himself, but he realized that he could still *feel* it, and he
collapsed laughing once more.
"I'm okay...oh God...HA!!!"
The look of concern partially drained away from Janet's face. "Um...I was
actually going to commute your sentence to 10 minutes of eating me, but when
I stopped you just kept on *laughing*." Her eyes got wide again, and she
tried loosening the sheet from around her husband. "Are you *sure* you're
alright?"
Jim tried to sit up and blurted out, "Ten minutes of head? How can I give
you head (*gasp*) when I can't even breathe??" and he collapsed backwards
roaring with laughter, like this was the funniest joke in the world.
"Jesus...let me get you out of this...sit up." The windings had loosened a
bit, and with a struggle (in no way helped by her husband's continuing
hysteria), she finally worked Jim's arms free and peeled the sweat-soaked
sheet away from his chest. "I've got to close the windows...you'll catch
pneumonia." While she closed them, Jim had flopped back onto the bed, and
she returned to the task of freeing him, trying to tug the sheet past his
hips.
"Ow! Watch it!" Jim opened his eyes wide, and looked coherent for the
first time. He scooted around on the bed, and wiggled his hips while he
carefully worked the sheets past an...um...obstruction.
"Oh my!" gasped Janet, eyes riveted at his crotch, "Maybe you won't have to
give me head after all!"
He glanced down. "Geez...I guess not." He looked at Janet, hungrily, and
grinned. "But this time," he paused while he backed his wife back down onto
the bed and lowered himself on top of her, "*I* get to be on top."
"The flowering of our S&M fantasies has been one of the highlights of
our sex life for Kathy and me. We began by using the telephone. I would
call her at work and describe in vivid detail what I planned to do to her
sexually that night. To my delight, I discovered that this excited her
and she walked around at work all day with a wet pussy. Knowing this
turned me on.
Gradually I began to smack her ass during sexplay, as she sat on top of
me or as she lay on her stomach sucking my cock. I would be on my haunches
in front of her, and as she sucked me, I would raise myself up on my knees,
hover over her and bring my palm down on her ass. At frist they were
exploratory smacks: light, but hard enough to make the rounded flesh of
her ass jiggle. Soon, though, I was spanking her full-force, causing her
ass to turn crimson with the imprint of my palm, and her pussy to turn
juicy.
As the spankings increased in regularity, I was satisfied we were on
the right path to living out our fantasies. Then we devised something
we call the CRACK BELT. Under her skirt or jeans she wore a thin belt
around her waist with a strip of rope attached to the back of the belt,
running down between her cheeks, snuggled tightly between the lips of
her pussy, pressing on her clit and attached again at the front. The
constant pressure on her clitoris and the continual rubbing of it while
she walked kept her crack juicy.
The best part was watching her face when I knew she was coming in her
pants and no one around her realized it. I also went out of my way to
find long flights of stairs to walk up, because I knew thats when the
rope and belt would make her pussy the hottest. There were times when
I thought she was going to faint from the tremors of pleasure she was
experiencing in her cunt. We always fucked immmediately after taking
the Belt off, and she was so wet that I could sink my cock in to the
hilt without the slightest bit of trouble.
The Crack Belt got to be such a favorite for us that Kathy actually
began asking for it, the first time being the night of our one year
wedding anniversary. In celebration, we decided to go out for a nice
dinner. After Kathy showered and put on her makeup, she walked out of
the bedroom, naked, holding her Crack Belt. Softly, in a seductive little
voice, she asked me if I would'nt like fit her into the Crack Belt
myself.
I fastened the small belt around her waist and then knelt down behind
her to tie the cloth rope and pass it down the crack of her ass to be tied
in front of her navel. But this time I felt something different as I was
doing it: such important emotional tenderness on our anniversary. While
kneeling behind her, I planted a warm, wet kiss on each one of her buttocks
causing her to shivver.
All through dinner my excitement continued to mount. I found myself
touching her, running my hand ahainst her cheek, pressing my hand against
her hip and lightly on her thighs. Beneath her dress I could feel the
outline of the Crack Belt. The slow, sweet torture of anticipation
tingled in my loins, and I looked forward to quenching my sexual thirst.
Gazing at Kathy across the table, knowing her crack was wet from the
Belt, I saw in her eyes the saeme tense anticipation I was feeling. We
picked up our wine glasses and toasted out one year anniversary.
When dinner was over we went right home. As soon as we were inside
the apartment, I took her in my arms and gave her a long, passionate kiss.
I sucked on her soft, warm tongue as if it were giving me life and
unzipped the back of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. My cock
bulged and pressed against the front of my pants as I knelt in front
of her and undid the Crack Belt. I pushed her back onto the couch and
spread her thighs so that her soggy pussy presented itself like a target
to me.
My tongue darted between her slippery lips and pushed into her hole. I
tasted her sticky juices as I licked up the length of crack, stopping
at her clit. Her back arched violently and a loud moan of pleasure came from
her mouth as I sucked the fleshy button into my mouth and ran my tongue
across it. Already she was about to have an orgasm, and she gripped the back
of my head with both hands in preparation for it.
When it came, she pumped her pussy up and down on my face while still
holding onto my head. I continued to suck on her clit as she screamed with
pleasure. When the waves of her orgasm had subsided, I took my now
juice-covered face away from her pusssy and kissed her hard on the mouth so
she could taste her own come. She again held me by the head and, kitten-like,
licked my entire face clean of her juices.
I stood up and took my clothes off. My cock stood at rigid attention as I told her to suck it. Kneeling down, she took the whole of my cock in her
mouth and cupped my balls in her hands. Her head bobbed back and forth,
her lips sliding along the entire length of my cock, her hands gently
squeezing my balls. Her tongue ran along member, pressing and stroking,
toying with the tip. Sometimes she would pause with my cock head caught in
her lips and massage it wetly with her tongue. I felt as if I were about to
explode with excitement.
As the feeling grew in intensity, I gripped her head steady and began to
fuck her face, pumping my cock slowly but deliberately into her now
stationary mouth. I wanted desparately to shoot my load down her throat,
but I decided to wait. I had other things in mind, and I wanted to
mainatin my sexual energy for a grand finale.
Pulling my cock from Kathy's mouth, I led her by the hand into the bedroom
with my hard cock pointing the way. I watched while she put on black, net
stockings with a black garter belt, elbow-length black lace gloves and
a wide-brim, blue straw hat with a black band around it.
With my girl dressed this way, I could hardly contain my desire for
her. Taking her own hairbrush from her dresser, I ordered her to
face the full-length mirror we have hanging on the back of the bedroom
door. She braced herself by putting her gloved hands on the upper
corners of the mirror and then spread her long, stockinged legs. As
she stood with her eyes glued to her own reflection, I positioned
myself behind and to one side of her and gently ran my hand across
the smooth skin of her bare ass.
"Beg me to spank you, Kathy," I ordered.
In a meek voice, barely more than an excited whisper, Kathy said,
"Oh, please spank me." And as she stood there spread-eagled against
the mirror, I began to spank her ass with the hair brush.
As the power of the blows became stronger, her ass got redder and the slap
of the wood smacking hard against her skin seemed to reverberate through
the bedroom. Although standing stationary, she began lifting first one foot,
and then the other as if she were doing a slow dance. Her head arched
back as she continued her dance and I continued the spanking. With Kathy
standing there in front of me dressed like something from a French
whorehouse and with a flaming red ass, I felt as though no man could
have it any better. I loved this woman, and I loved the sense of power
over her that spanking her gave me. This was a gift from Kathy.
I ordered her to come away from the mirror and bend over. As she
gripped the arms of an easy chair for support, I told her to spread her
legs as far as possible and to lift her ass in the air. Lowering her head
into the cushion, she did as she was told.
Kneeling behind her, I now had her plump, meaty pussy lips staring me
directly in the face. I hope I never lose my fascination with the sight
of a woman's cunt exposed this way and waiting for it to be administered
to. Pushing her ass up in the air as far as I could go with one hand, I
began to spank her again.
Moans of pleasure pain escaped Kathy's lips as her ass began to sway back
and forth. My excitement was rising quickly. With each new smack my cock
pulsed with the desire to fuck her until she screamed for mercy.
Finally, I could wait no more. With one last perfectly aimed stroke of
my hand, I elicted a loud moan from her.
Now standing squarely behind her, I placed on hand on her waist for support
and with the other hand guided my bone-hard cock into her hot, sticky ass.
Upon contact with the stretchy grasp of her hole, I gasped in relief for I
knew the huge amount of come I had been holding back would soon spill
out of my cock. And it did. I would have liked to fuck her longer, but
the tight walls of her asshole wraped around my cock like a slippery,
gripping hand and brought me to a violent climax. I threw back my head
and rammed my cock as far and as hard into her as I could. And as I
came with primal grunts signally the pumping of load after load of
my come into her ass, Kathy came also, throwing her head back and squealing
with joy.
Well it was Thursday afternoon. Almost the end of another long
day at work. As Amy passed my desk she said, "Cheer up - dinner time
soon." She and I had begun to share dinner together on Thursdays as we
are almost neighbors and, being recently divorced, enjoy visiting. I
replied with a tired smile, "I know - if I can survive that long!"
Little did I realize what was soon to be in store for me.
Five o'clock came after what seemed an eternity and we heading
home together in the car. As we came inside the house, she said, "Why
don't you go ahead and change, I'll start the pasta?" I agreed and
went off toward the bedroom. I began removing my blazer suit: hung my
blazer in the closet; unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it into the
laundry basket; kicked off my pumps and wiggled my tired feet;
unzipped my skirt and put it over the chair; unrolled my hose and
tossed them on top of the blouse, removed my bra and panties and
tossed them also. I went to into the bathroom to wash up but before I
could start the water Amy came in. "What are doing?", I asked
demanded. She had never seen me undressed before now. She grabbed my
wrists and before I could react she had handcuffed my wrists together
behind my back. "What the fuck are you doing!!" I yelled. She
answered, "I'm going to give you what you deserve slut. I'm tired of
the way you tease the men at work! You and your slutty clothes!! Where
do you get off coming on to the guys like you do?? Wearing no bra, and
skirts to show off your pussy - you must be a slut or whore!!". I was
shocked speechless by what she was saying.
She pulled me over to the bed and tied my ankles to the corner
bedposts She then tied a piece of cord to each wrist and then to
each bedpost at the headboard. As she unlocked the handcuffs, she
pulled tight on the cords and my wrists were then securely tied also.
I was very scared and began struggling against the bonds she had tied,
but it was no use - they were very tight. She then placed a ball gag
in mouth and fastened it with a leather strap. I was very terrified
now. There I was: tied spread-eagled to the bed & gagged. I couldn't
move or yell!
I watched as she left the room and soon returned my a black
nylon bag. From the bag she pulled out a short leather crop. I
thought, "My God, she is going to whip me!" Sure enough, she began
caressing my legs, thighs, stomach, and breasts with it. If I could
have screamed I certainly would have. She announced, "Are you ready
slut?". I watched in terror as she raised the crop and began to whip
my legs. I nearly jumped a foot off of the bed in pain as it landed.
She continued by criss-crossing my legs with lashes from her crop. She
began to move her lashes up my body - hitting my thighs, stomach, and
then my breasts. It all hurt so much that soon I lost all sense of
pain; it seemed to blur together as she kept up her merciless attack.
Suddenly she stopped, and put the crop down. The pain I had tried not
to think about I could no longer avoid as it flooded into me in the
absence of any new pain. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I managed a
gagged sob when I raised my head up a little and saw my body covered
with welts.
I then watched as she went into the bathroom and returned with a
razor and a can of shave cream. "Oh shit what is next??" I thought,
through the pain. As she climbed between my legs, she said "I'm going
to shave your cunt, whore. Whores must be kept clean." "I wouldn't
move at all if I were you; I wouldn't want to slip and cut something
off." As much pain as I was in I don't I could have moved if I tried,
but nonetheless I did not move. She lathered up my pubes and all over
and around my pussy opening. She set the can of cream aside and began
to stroke with the razor. She made long, sweeping strokes on my mound
and soon it was gone. She made shorter strokes along side of my labia.
She pulled my labia out firmly and she even made sure to shave that.
She continued by shaving around the opening and around my clit. After
another minute she announced I was now "clean." She got and went into
the bathroom. She got a wet handcloth and came back and wiped away the
remaining lather. My pussy felt so open, so vulnerable, so very
exposed. And I could do nothing.
She brought her nylon bag over closer to the bed. "I have now
punished you for what you have done and for what you are. You are and
have been a slut and whore. I'm about to punish you for what you might
do." She brought out of her bag a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a very
sharp but oversized needle. I had no idea what she was going to do
with that but I now knew it would not be good. She crawled to between
my legs and sat cross-legged. She pulled out firmly on my outer labia.
"Jeeezzz what fuck is she going to do??" I wondered silently. I knew a
second later when the needle passed through both of my labia. The pain
was so sharp and sudden, I felt very light-headed and sooo faint......
I awoke several hours later. The room was dark and I was under
the covers. I flicked on the nightstand light. I wasn't tied. The room
was quiet. Did I imagine all that?? I threw back the covers and looked
down at my body. No, I certainly didn't. My entire front from breasts
down to my knees was a cross-checking of welts. I then remembered what
she was last doing to me. I spread my legs and looked at my pussy. It
was very naked and hairless. Then I saw what she did to me. "My God
that fucking bitch!!" She had pierced through both my large labia and
had inserted a small gold ring. My labia were essentially stapled
together at that one point. I felt very faint again.....
--
I've been working for a large corporation for the last ten
years. I started out as a junior executive straight out of
college and finally worked my way up to middle management as
the head of the marketing division two years ago. My work
requires me to travel frequently, I've lived in nine
different cities so far during my career. Perhaps that's
partially why I've never found the "right" girl to settle
down with and marry. Another contributing factor - maybe the
biggest factor - is that I'm highly sexed and very
promiscuous, sort of a male nymphomaniac. I'm always very
careful not to contract any social diseases, but I've still
been able to enjoy many different kinds of sex with many
different partners, both female and male. I really have no
preference for any particular kind of activity or fetish - I
enjoy it all.
In January of this year, I was transferred to San Diego.
Since I only anticipated being here for two years at most, I
decided to rent an apartment rather than go through the
hassle of trying to buy a house and then re-sell it two years
later.
I found a place in a fairly new apartment complex in Point
Loma which suited my lifestyle superbly - a third floor unit
with a big kitchen, a big living room for entertaining, and a
balcony that overlooked the complex' swimming pool. I'm very
voyeuristic, and looked forward to being able to enjoy the
human scenery at the pool when the weather warmed up.
My work kept me fairly busy my first few months here, finally
in mid-April things began to slack off and I found myself
with a little more free time. I hadn't had the opportunity
to meet many people in my apartment complex yet, so I spent a
lot of my free time at home alone gazing lustfully at the
many "girls next door" who began to frequent the pool. Two
girls in particular always showed up at the same time each
day, arriving together and leaving together. They were very
friendly with each other, always talking and joking, but I
never saw them converse with anyone else. One was a short
brunette, with well-padded hips and thighs - a little
overweight and stocky, but not flabby. Her boobs were large
for her height of about 5'2", and were usually totally
exposed, except for her nipples which she tried to keep
covered with the skimpiest string bikini top I've ever seen.
Her closely cropped hair permitted a clear view of her
monumentous breasts from all angles. The bottom of the suit
she usually wore was cut extremely high on the sides, barely
two inches of nylon fabric came down through her crotch,
covering the crack of her cushiony ass and most of her bushy
pubic hairs. Whenever she turned over on the chaise lounge,
or spread her legs wide enough, the sweaty pink fabric of her
suit rode right up into her crack; making her pussy lips,
labia, and anus plainly visible to me through the almost
transparent cloth from my vantage point.
Her friend, a petite Oriental girl, had almost no tits at
all, but her nipples, which must have been at least an inch
long, constantly protruded and looked like two dark thimbles
stretching the white knit fabric of the one piece swimsuit
she usually had on. Her long black hair reached down to her
ass, although she usually kept it pinned to the top of her
head. Her feet were very tiny and unblemished, she kept her
toenails closely trimmed and always painted a bright, tasty,
eye-catching red. Her olive skin was an immense contrast
with her suit, making her look like a miniature geisha
goddess.
The two girls were obviously very friendly, as they massaged
suntan oil on each other from time to time, they did it oh-
so-gently...much more of a caress than a functional move to
apply the oil. The Oriental girl, especially when massaging
oil on the fat girl's back and thighs, always lingered a
little longer than was necessary on those delicious globes of
the big girl's ass..and at least once, I was sure, slipped
her dainty index finger under her friend's suit and diddled
her anus oh-so-lovingly. Although I didn't know anything
about either girl, other than what I had seen from my balcony
while playing with my cock, I convinced myself that they were
probably dykes. They were never with any guys, and seemed to
be too friendly to be mere acquaintances.
This went on for several weeks, each day I spied on those two
tasty creatures while sitting on my balcony, a beer in one
hand and my dick in the other. I was too nervous to approach
them; after all, they were probably gay, and I didn't want to
risk a rejection. Anyhow, I was enjoying my solitary
fantasizing, and I guess I didn't want to risk having my
fantasies shattered either.
One Saturday in mid-May, I finished work unusually early,
went out on my balcony and started drinking beer a little
earlier than I usually did. My two fantasy girls showed up
at their appointed time and planted themselves in their usual
corner of the pool area, showing me a perfect view of their
gorgeous tits and asses. A little more tipsy than I usually
was this early in the afternoon, I decided to go for broke
and introduce myself to them, fuck the rejection...Who cares?
In my semi-inebriated state, I decided I could make a better
first impression if I dressed as revealingly as they did. I
pulled on my white Speedo Bikini bathing suit. My cock,
balls and ass cheeks were plainly visible through the thin
material; my wiry pubic hairs created a dark shadow in the
front of my suit. No shirt, no shoes...I went downstairs.
"Hi there, my name's Greg. I just moved in a few months
ago."
Both girls looked up, I thought I detected a half smile and a
gleam in the eyes of the Oriental girl as she looked at my
face, glanced at my crotch, then quickly away. The fat girl
eyed the bulge in my bathing suit steadily and unabashedly,
then looked me square in the eyes. "Get lost!" she said
disgustedly.
I'm generally a very cooperative guy, and don't like
confrontations. Usually, I would turn around and walk away
if I found myself in a position like the one I was in now.
But today...I guess the brew and the fantasizing about these
two dolls had emboldened me.
"Hey, I'm just trying to be friendly. No need to get rude."
"Sure you are," retorted the fat one. "Waving your penis in
our faces, advertising your wares. You're looking for a
quick fuck, just like every other guy in this city. Well,
you're not going to find it here. Go back to your balcony
and masturbate if that's what gets you off...and don't say
you don't do it, we see you every day."
I was flabbergasted. I had no idea they had seen me. I must
have turned twelve shades of red.
"I-I-I'm sorry," I stammered. "I-I-It's just that you're both
so gorgeous...Your ass...and your friend's feet...I didn't
know you could see...I-I-I guess I'll go now."
I could tell the Oriental girl was trying hard to suppress a
smile. She reached for the fat one, pulled her close, and
whispered in her ear. They conferred briefly, then both
started laughing. I turned to leave.
"Wait!" called the fat one. "Are you really sorry?"
"Yes," I hesitantly replied.
"Will you do anything to make it up to us?"
"Yes," I answered, a dim light beginning to flicker in my
mind.
"Will you do anything we tell you to...no questions
asked...no matter how vulgar or dirty?"
I suddenly realized that this was probably a sexual
proposition. So, they were into a little master/slave play?
A little S&M perhaps? I was definitely game.
"Yes, I will," I asserted.
"Okay," said the fat one, "my name is Gina, my friend here is
Susan. We would like to have a servant to abuse - both
physically and verbally - tomorrow when we go to Black's
Beach. You'll do. We're not going to let you get your rocks
off - your duty will be to do exactly what we tell you to
do...and we're going to make you do some pretty nasty, vulgar
things...all for our enjoyment. We're going to fuck you -
like you want to fuck us - maybe with a dildo, or maybe we'll
find some gay guy and tell him he can fuck you while we
watch. At any rate, you're not to speak at all, and you must
do everything we tell you to. Is that clear?"
Listening to her talk, my cock had grown to it's full six
inches. The bulge in my suit would surely have been visible
to everyone else in the complex...thank God I was facing the
girls with a wall on either side. Only they could see. I
really wanted to do this. Yes, I would grovel at the feet of
these two nasty creatures and do anything they said. I would
gladly play the subservient role for them
"Yes, Miss Gina, I'll do whatever you say."
"Okay then, you wimpy asshole. Get out of here. We'll be by
your apartment to pick you up at 9 o'clock sharp tomorrow.
Make sure you're ready! Be prepared for some pain, you
prick! Oh...come here."
She motioned for me to bend my head close to hers. Assuming
she wanted to whisper something nasty in my ear, I did so. I
saw stars as the full force of her open palm cracked across
my left cheek.
"That's just a small sample of what you can expect," said
Gina. "Get out of here."
Rubbing my stinging face, I turned and walked away. Behind
my back, I heard Gina and Susan breaking up in guffaws of
laughter. My hard-on had rapidly disappeared, although a
drop of pre-cum stained my bathing suit.
"Wait!" Gina yelled. I turned. "Do you really want to be
treated like shit?"
"Yes," I responded.
"Tell me you want to be treated like shit."
"I want to be treated like shit."
"Louder!"
"I WANT TO BE TREATED LIKE SHIT!"
"Okay," purred Gina, "we'll treat you like shit."
Back in my apartment, I ate, showered, and set my alarm for
8:30. I wanted to be sure not to miss the knock when Gina
and Susan came by the next morning.
BUZZ - BUZZ - BUZZ - BUZZ - I reached up, hit the alarm, and
parted my heavy eyelids with difficulty. 8:30. I'll sleep a
little more. Suddenly it hit me - this is Sunday! Today is
the day! I jumped from bed, quickly showered, and pulled on
my cut-off jeans. At 9:00 exactly there was a knock at the
door. I unlocked the door, turned the knob, Gina and Susan
came bursting in.
"On your knees, slave!" shouted Gina.
I dropped to my knees rapidly, more surprised than frightened.
Susan quickly darted behind me, and planted her sandaled right
foot for such a little girl. I fell forward. Gina grabbed
my hair and lifted my head up.
"Who told you to put on shorts, slave?"
I started to reply, but as soon as I opened my mouth, Gina
shouted, "Silence!"
Pushing me onto my back, they pulled off my shorts, then
stood me up.
"To the bathroom you dirty pig!"
For the next hour or so, things happened so fast I was in a
daze the whole time. The girls manhandled me easily,
although I made no attempt to resist. I was enjoying myself
- even the humiliation and pain they subjected me to.
First, they blindfolded me, put me in the bathtub and washed
me with cold water...I was thoroughly clean when they
finished, but my cock and balls were as shriveled and small
as a prune. The next thing I know, I was bent over the side
of the tub and felt a greased finger entering my asshole. I
didn't mind - it felt great - suddenly, it was removed and
replaced with something much harder...and longer...it
violated my rectum, and as my bowels began to fill with warm
water I realized that they had brought an enema with them. I
was very bloated when they finally removed the nozzle, they
made me hold the liquid in until I was grimacing with the
effort, at last I was allowed to expel the fluid. Finally
considering me clean, they removed the blindfold. Gina
produced a rubber butt plug - only about 3 inches long, but
about 2 inches in diameter. After making me such on it for a
while, she inserted it in my anus and made me put on a pair
of tight, french-cut nylon panties - which rode right up in
the crack of my ass - to hold the butt plug in place.
Gina announced, "That will stretch and prepare your asshole
for what's to come, slave. You are not going to cum at all.
If you touch yourself, or ejaculate for any reason...there
will be hell to pay. Do you understand?" She punctuated her
question with a firm squeeze on my shriveled balls, I meekly
nodded in the affirmative.
With that, I was ordered to put on sneakers, gym shorts, and
a T-shirt; and was led downstairs to their waiting van for
the drive to the beach. In the van, I was immediately
ordered to remove all my clothes again...except for the butt
plug and panties. Gina drove, while Susan removed her
shorts, spread her lovely legs while lounging on the sleeper
in the back of the van, and ordered me to chow down. Quickly
obliging, I reveled in the taste and texture of her tight,
pink lipped Oriental cunt. Her pubes were closely trimmed,
very dark and wiry; her clit was large red nodule which
protruded from the thin lips of her labia. I tongued and
slurped her delicious cunt the entire 30 minute drive to the
beach, very pleased to be able to make Susan orgasm at least
three times that I noticed. Whenever I slowed, or didn't
lick in the right place, Susan would reach down and paddle my
ass with a sandal, or push on the butt plug; which now had
performed it's function by loosening my sphincter muscles
significantly. Gina watched the show in the rear-view
mirror, from time to time telling Susan to give me an extra
slap for her or ordering me to slap myself. By the time we
pulled into the sandy parking lot at Black's Beach, my ass
was a nice shade of red, my anus was very loose, and my cock
was as hard and as stiff as a pole.
"So, you enjoyed that did you, you worm?" said Gina,
squeezing my cock. "Put these on."
She proffered a pair of flimsy women's jogging shorts, with
no lining, which were too small for me. Pulling them on, I
found myself with half of my reddened ass cheeks hanging out,
my engorged cock plainly visible through the thin material.
Susan then fastened a leather dog collar around my neck.
"You will wear this all day," she stated, "everyone will know
that you are our slave. Put on your shoes and let's go."
Feeling like a fool wearing only the tight shorts, shoes and
dog collar; my two mistresses led me down the steep trail
leading the the beach.
As soon as we hit the beach, Gina and Susan shed all their
clothes and ordered me to do the same. I was finally able to
remove the panties and the butt plug, only the dog collar had
to stay. The beach was sparsely populated this early in the
morning, Gina and Susan ordered me to stand with my hands at
my sides while they fingered each other's pussies in front of
me and watched my stiff cock bob in the breeze. Tiring of
this amusement, Susan said to Gina, "Let's find a good spot
to set up for the day."
"I know just the place," replied Gina. "Let's go."
The two girls began walking north along the beach, whispering
to each other and occasionally glancing back at me
mischievously. Trailing them, I was enjoying the sight of
those two delicious bare asses and the sensation of the sun
and the breeze on my skin.
Gina led us to a spot about one-half mile up the beach where
big rocks came down the side of the cliff to the sand.
During high tide, the surf lapped right up to these boulders;
during low tide, like it was now, the rocks created
convenient alcoves for people to lie in and not be seen by
passer-by until they were directly in front of them. This was
also the area where many of the gays who came to Black's
Beach liked to hang out.
Spreading their beach towels on the sand in one of the
alcoves, Gina and Susan ordered me to lie on my stomach with
my feet toward the ocean and my legs spread. With a bottle
of baby oil, they thoroughly oiled my backside from neck to
toe - paying particular attention to my enlarged anus.
"You're almost ready, slave. We just need to make one more
preparation," giggled Susan. Picking up one of her sandals,
she began to paddle my already glowing backside. When she
was finally satisfied that she had attained the right color,
my ass stung. Looking over my shoulder, I saw that it was a
bright, fiery red; glowing with baby oil.
Gina and Susan then positioned themselves on either side of
me, sitting and facing the ocean. "Now all we do is wait,"
said Gina.
I was facing the side of the cliff, and was not allowed to
turn around or look behind me. With my legs spread, my
stretched asshole and bright red ass facing toward the surf,
I felt very vulnerable...but very excited. I didn't know
what these two crazy girls had in mind, but I was sure it was
going to be fun.
A few minutes later, I heard some people approaching along
the beach. As the voices came nearer and nearer, Gina and
Susan each placed a hand in the crack of my ass, and pulled
my cheeks apart as widely as they could. As stretched as my
anus had been by the butt plug, I knew it must look as big as
a juice glass to whoever was passing by. With my face in the
beach towel, I realized that my cock was hard...I was going
to be a faceless exhibitionist who would be ogled by
strangers in passing! The voices suddenly stopped behind me.
"Hi," shouted Susan, "nice day for the beach."
"Sure is," replied a male voice
"Nice ass you have there," giggled a female voice.
Gina and Susan both laughed. Gina ran her finger around the
rim of my asshole. "This is our slave. We're showing him
off."
The two voices laughed, along with Gina and Susan, then moved
on down the beach. The girls resumed their vigil.
This went on for a couple of hours, about 15 times my cheeks
were stretched wide while people passed by; male, female,
singles and groups. If the passer-by didn't say anything,
Susan would shout a greeting to them, making sure that each
one lingered a little behind me to look at my ass. In
between people, Susan would paddle my ass a little more to
retain it's color or apply more baby oil if necessary. Gina
had brought a cooler of beer, they both sipped beer while
having their fun and even allowed me to have a few sips. My
cock remained hard the whole time - I found that I was really
enjoying this unusual exhibitionistic game.
Someone else was approaching, again the girls stretched my
ass cheeks apart so wide I could fee the ocean breeze in my
anus.
"Hi," said Gina, "nice day."
"It's getting better by the minute," replied a deep male
voice. "What have you two girls got there?"
"Oh, this is just our slave," answered Susan. "We're showing
off his ass to whoever wants to look. See how nice and red
it is?"
"That is nice," said the voice, "and such a tasty looking
asshole, too. I think it's probably big enough for this."
I couldn't see what was going on behind me, but I definitely
heard the sounds of some guy flogging his dong. Gina and
Susan were in hysterics.
"I don't know," said Gina. "That's pretty big. Our slave
needs a good fucking, though. Why not give it a try?"
I was about to jump up and leave, but thought better of it.
I was really turned on by the conversation that had just
transpired, but I had never been fucked by someone I didn't
know. What about disease? Apparently sensing my hesitation,
Susan withdrew a condom from her bag.
"You'll have to put this on that big monster," she said. "We
have to make sure we keep our slave clean."
Gina and Susan stood up and moved in front of me to get a
good view of my face. "You'd better enjoy this slave," said
Gina. "You wanted to fuck us so badly yesterday...let's see
how much you like being fucked."
Rough hands spread my legs apart even further, and parted my
cheeks. I felt the tip of his cock being rubbed against the
outside of my well-oiled asshole, suddenly he thrust the full
length of his manhood into my rectum. I bit my lip. His
penis was no bigger around than the dildo that had already
loosened my anus; but the length! He must have been at least
8 inches long! After a few pumps, I no longer felt any pain,
and began to enjoy the sensation of being fucked immensely.
And I didn't know who he was or what he looked like! My cock
was as hard as the one in my ass, with each thrust he drove
my cock into Susan's beach towel which was supported by the
soft sand. Gina and Susan seemed to be enjoying the show
immensely, they began to kiss and fondle each other's tits
and pussies while watching the stiff dick being pushed in
and out of my ass.
Watching the girls, I realized that I was about to cum. The
combination of seeing those two beautiful creatures fingering
their twats and having a hard cock filling my ass was more
than I could bear.
Suddenly, my visitor stopped thrusting, and let out a load
groan with his dick planted up to his balls in my asshole.
As he came, I climaxed simultaneously, spurting puddles of
creamy white jism all over Susan's beach towel. Susan and
Gina, fingering each other's clits furiously, also began to
squeal with pleasure as they orgasmed along with us.
Our male visitor withdrew his rubber encased appendage from
my anus with a slurping sound, thanked the girls for their
generosity, and departed the way he had come.
Susan scolded me severely for having cum on her beach towel,
with a sandal she again began to slap my ass cheeks
vigorously.
"As punishment for what you have done, you slime," said Gina,
"we're going to find a bigger cock to fuck you...you'll
really feel this one. And this time, we won't even let you
hear his voice so you won't know when it's coming."
With that, she withdrew a Walkman Radio from her bag and
placed the headphones over my ears, turning the volume up
load on a Rock station; I could no longer hear anything or
anyone behind me. My cock began to stiffen again in
anticipation of what was to come. Shifting my head to get
more comfortable, I bumped the radio and lost the
station...the static in my ears was very loud...BUZZ-BUZZ-
BUZZ
BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ- I reached up, hit the alarm, and parted
my heavy eyelids with difficulty. 8:30. I'll sleep a little
more. Suddenly it hit me - this is Sunday! Today is the
day! I jumped from bed, quickly showered, and pulled on my
cut-off jeans. At 9:00, I was waiting breathlessly by the
door. Nothing happened...9:30...10:00...10:30. I realized I
had been stood up. I went out on my balcony and began to sip
beer while watching the pool. At about 11:30, on my way to
the kitchen to get another beer, I noticed an envelope that
had been slid under the door. Picking it up and ripping it
open, I read:
Greg,
Susan and I decided to make other plans for today. You said
you wanted to be treated like shit - now you've been treated
like shit. Hope you enjoyed it.
Gina
What do I think about when I masturbate? Funny you should ask.
Sometimes I masturbate while looking at porn mags or watching porn
flicks so I am thinking what it would be like to actually be one of
the people in the picture or movie. I am an exhibitionist at heart
so it would be a real turn on to be naked and/or having sex while
others watched. I am always the "doer" not the "doee". I am the one
sucking the cock, eating the pussy, fucking the girl or getting
fucked in my ass. I also get turned on by the idea of being watched
while I jerk off. Many times I have masturbated by an open window,
pretending not to notice that I could easily be seen by all who
cared to look. Sometimes I have even gone out of my way to make
sure that someone was watching. The best example of this is when I
was in Spokane for a conference two years ago.
.........
The morning session of the conference was incredibly boring so
I was going to skip the afternoon part. I wanted to take a nap,
shower and check out the city. When I got to my room I quickly
stripped and jumped in the shower. I came out of the bathroom after
a nice long relaxing shower wearing a towel around my waist. I
picked up a "What to See and Do in Spokane" book and sat by the
window. I was on the 24th floor of a downtown hotel and the window
was a big picture one with a big sitting area in front of it level
with the bottom of the window.
I sat against one of the walls and stretched my legs out and
checked out the view. Down below the city was hustling and bustling
like any other Friday but somehow the window acted like a barrier
between me and the ruckus below. All around me were other high
rises, they were fairly close but I couldn't make out any of the
activity within them. Above them loomed a clear blue cloudless sky,
truly a perfect day.
I then started wondering if people in the other buildings ever
caught glimpses of naked bodies in my hotel. How many times had
they seen a couple making love or lounging around in the buff after
a shower or masturbating. Then it occurred to me that perhaps they
had seen me naked when I was getting ready for my shower. Perhaps
they should see me masturbate too!
After seriously checking out the area around me for any obvious
means of causing trouble and making sure my door was locked I again
sat down on the ledge, minus my towel. At first I sat with my knees
pulled up to my chest and my cock hidden between my body and my
legs and looked out the window. It felt incredible, the sun was
beating against the window and covering me with warmth. I was
wondering if I would have the guts to go through with it when I
finally said "What the hell" and lowered my legs.
There I sat, naked in the window for all of downtown Spokane to
see. Slowly my hands crept towards my semi-erect penis. I like to
start masturbating before my cock gets hard so I can play with the
foreskin. I pull it all the way back and watch as my pink cockhead
comes into sight and bends down slightly. As I was doing this I was
totally engrossed with the pleasure it was causing and completely
forgot where I was.
I like to tease myself at first, I just stroke slowly until I get
hard. Then casually continue, in no hurry at all. When I get hard
I continue to pull the foreskin all the way back and forth so it
rubs against my glans and gets the precum flowing like a river.
Only after doing this for awhile did I look out the window and
remember where I was but by this time I did not care.
I spread my legs wide because I like to feel my balls bounce
against my crotch. I did this by the window and began beating off
really hard totally oblivious to all who might be watching. I like
to stroke really hard and alternately tense up and relax, this
causes my balls to slap against my crotch and then stop. Combining
this with a tight grip around my the head of my cock easily brings
me to climax quickly. As I got closer and closer to my orgasm my
breathing got heavier and I began to gyrate my hips as though I was
fucking the air. Usually I slow down to delay my orgasm a bit and
prolong the experience but there was no stopping this cum.
My whole body twitched and I arched my back and shot spurt after
glorious spurt of warm cum into the air. I heard the first few
shots splatter on the wall behind me and then felt the rest
splatter on my chest and crotch. I continued to stroke as I eased
back into the sitting position. The remaining cum began to dribble
down my cock onto my hand so I used it as lube to stroke the rest
out.
I licked the cum of my hand and began to play with the globs of
it on my chest. It was really warm, almost hot and was thick as
syrup. I reached for my towel and wiped off my chest and cleaned up
my dick. As I got up I noticed my cum that had hit the wall. I
thought about it for a second and decided to put on a "grand
finale" for any spectators that I might have had. I bent down and
licked each glob of cum off the wall.
I barely made it to the bed before I fell into a deep sleep.
You've just turned off your COMEputer after reading all of the messages. You
decide it's time for you to go to bed. As you climb between the cool sheets, I
can tell what you're thinking. I know what you're thinking.
You can't see me but there I am. Standing in the shadows watching and
waiting. As you turn off the light, I wait patiently for you to go to sleep.
My heart is pounding wildly against the thin fabric of the gown that flows over
my naked body. Covering all that is there that will make you stiff. I want
you. As I watch you drift into a half sleep, I long for you. I move from my
hiding place slowly across the room to the bed which you lie upon.
Your breathing is even and slow. I gently nudge against your bed, shaking it
only enough to make you turn over to gaze at me with half sleepy eyes. My hands
slowly move over the roundness of my breasts, down to my smooth stomach
carressing my hips, my thighs. As you watch me you wonder how I have gotten
here to where you are, but you really don't care. I gently crawl on top of the
bed just next to you. My fingers rest gently upon your lips as I gaze into your
eyes you know what I want.
My fingers move from your lips slowly to your neck as I bend to kiss you with
my soft, full lips. Softly and gently my tongue enters your mouth as your arms
come and enclose me, pulling me towards you. I can feel your heart beating
against my chest wildly. I break the kiss only to slide my lips to your neck so
they may lick and pull on the skin where I feel your pulse beating rapidly. My
fingers carress your chest, my nails tracing a pattern from one nipple to the
other.
Gently flicking it just enough to feel your cock stiffen against my thigh.
My mouth soon follows. Leaving a wet pattern with my tongue, I move down to
your stomach, slowly. My eyes steadily watching you watching me. As I kiss the
insides of your thighs, your cock is positioned directly in front of me,
standing there waiting for my mouth to attack it. But I won't! I want you to
feel everything.
I want you to feel everything that is being done to you. My tongue slowly
and wetly licks little circles pulling your balls into my mouth, so warm, so
wet. The sensation is about to drive you out of your mind.
I encase your cock with my lips, starting from the bottom of your shaft,
moving very slowly upward to the very tip, and back down again. Your hands are
clutching the sheets as I see beads of sweat start to fall from your forehead.
Your eyes are closed.
Your hips moving up and down trying to force your cock into my mouth.
Sticking out my tongue firmly, I purposely and slowly lick the hard vein
underneath your cockhead, flicking it back and forth as you beg me to take you
inside my warm, wet mouth. And I do. Swirling my tongue around the head which
is very tight, and very purplish in color, I clamp my lips firmly just around
the head moving my head back and forth.
As if I were sucking on a baby's bottle I increase the suction causing you to
plead for release. Not yet, I want you to go insane. I push my head down just a
bit further so I can rub the sensitive head against the roof of my mouth
pushing your cock deeper until you're just at the back of my throat.
In one swift motion I have you deeply imbedded in my mouth as my tongue wetly
swirls all around your hot, throbbing prick. Your head is thrown back, the
moans of pleasure which come from your throat is nothing compared to what I
feel happening within my own body. I gently remove your cock from my mouth.
It's so swollen, glistening with my saliva. It looks as if it's about to burst!
I lie on top of you kissing your forehead, eyes, nose, your lips, dangerously
sucking your tongue. I know you want to come and you shall, but not yet. Your
mouth finds my nipple, sucking it between your teeth. Ooooh, your mouth feels
so good on me. You're holding me so tight, running your finger along my very
wet slit, in a position where I couldn't move if I wanted to.
You start to tease me with your cock, putting it on my clit, rubbing it back
and forth as I beg you to put it inside me, but you don't. You want me to beg
you, you want me pleading half crazed from the pleasure I feel. I rub my pussy
against the head of your cock letting you feel my wetness, moving back to
capture just the head if not all into my hot steamy, lust filled hole. You push
your hips up and I feel your cock head spreading me apart, entering me.
My pussy contracts involuntarily as you force your way in. Your fingers
digging into the cheeks of my ass. I cry out, ooh, your cock feels so good
sliding into me. As I feel you enter more and more until you're snug and
deeply inside my pussy.
My fingernails dig into your chest as I rotate my hips on top of you, around
and around slowly grinding. My mouth sightly open as I cry out from your deep
thrusts. We stare at each other as if in a hypnotic trance.
Your movements become more aggressive, your cock is soaked. My cunt juices
dripping down the sides onto your balls. You pump me faster as I move on top of
you, my rhythm matching yours. Your hands roam my body, squeezing my tits,
pinching my nipples while my fingers play with my hard swollen clit. I use my
pussy to suck on your cock, squeezing it, pulling it as you buck under me
wildly.
I lean over only for a moment to whisper into your ear very softly, "Fuck me
Gary, don't hold back." With one swift motion, you turn my over onto my back,
throwing my legs over your shoulders. Your cock savagely rams into me. Your
body is moving faster. Your cock sliding in and out, grinding into me with
animalistic passion. Moving deep within me, your cock swells even more.
I wrap my legs around you pulling me closer, deeper. We're both going mad,
so mad we lose all self control. Your breath comming in heavy gasps as if some
unknown entity has entered your body to take complete possession of you,
driving you insane. Then you feel it, we both do. You feel the deep ferrocious
tingling in the pit of your stomach.
As I grind my cunt up into your groin, your teeth are biting into my neck.
Your balls ache from being so tightly filled with come. I feel them slap
against my ass as I reach down and slide my fingers over their smoothness,
tightness. Your whole body starts to tremble, as you feel a sharp tingling
chill shoot up from the base of your spine. My clit is burning as if on fire. I
beg you, " Move your cock faster Gary. Ohhh, yes, that's it
your cock into me. Move it faster! Slam it into me. Tear my pussy apart with
your cock!" You sound like a wild animal. Your moans, groans and gasps become
louder and more fierce as I feel your cock twitching and I feel your cock
twitching and jerking inside my cunt. Our bodies shake, tremble and become
lost. We are no longer people, only two mad, crazed beings begging for
release. Your body spasmodically jerks on top of me and mine under you, as we
are bathed in the flash of white light which hits us both.
Our heads spinning as the last moments of our pleasure finally subside. You
look up as I slowly emerge from your bed giving you one last kiss very deeply.
I want you to remember. You close your eyes and drift off into a very peaceful
sleep as I go back into the darkness from whence I came.
--
Third of the "Deb's Tails" series. There are more in the works; Deb has
told me several others, I just need to find the time to write them down.
This was last posted only a couple of weeks ago. Please don't flame me, I
got a couple of requests for it, and since I was reposting the others, it
was just as easy to repost this one as to mail it to those who asked.
My wife, Deborah, often tells me "bedtime stories" of her sexual
adventures. Some of them I know are true, either because I was there, or
because she has corroborative evidence. Some of them, I'm sure, are
fictional. Others, I'm just not sure about.
I don't know about the truth of this one. It sounds like the kind of
thing she'd do if she were in the right mood, but since I wasn't there, I
can't vouch for it.
If you've ever heard anything about the New York subways, you probably
think you know what they're like. Noisy, obnoxious, and crowded. Most of
the time that's true, but as any New Yorker will tell you -- once you get
past his pride in living in the least livable city in the country -- that
some trains can be practically empty if you pick the right times and
routes. Many evenings, around 10 or 11, even the busiest routes start
emptying out, and by midnight it's sometimes possible to have a car to
yourself.
In all fairness to New York, though, it does have it's good points.
The Circle Line is one of them. It's a mini-cruise around Manhattan (it is
an island, you know!) Any place that's got a decent-sized body of water
has something similar. Seattle has trips around Puget Sound, New Orleans
has riverboats running along the river. The Circle Line cruise is really
beautiful at night with the city all lit up, but in the middle of winter,
you can -- and probably will -- freeze your ass off.
Deb and I often have separate social lives -- an inevitable reaction
to work-related gatherings where people sit around and talk shop. What
usually happened in New York was that I'd stay home and play with my
techie-toys while she was out partying with her colleagues, or she'd stay
home with a book while I was out cheering for the Mets. Naturally, that
meant a few solo subway rides for both of us, often at somewhat odd hours.
This is the story of one of those trip as Deb told it to me (albeit,
with my title).
Let Your Fingers Do the Riding
I never did tell you about the aftermath of that party last month did
I? The one that ended up in a ride on the Circle Line? Yeah, that's the
one, when I didn't get home until around two. I was so pissed at you about
that. Going to bed before I got home wasn't nice. I'd been hoping you'd
still be up so I could fuck your brains out, and there you were, sound
asleep in bed with MST3K blaring away on the TV. Why was I so horny?
That's what I was going to tell you about.
When the boat got back to the dock, we were pretty much partied out,
and I, at least, was frozen stiff. We all went our separate ways, which
for Gary and me meant heading straight for the uptown number 1 train. It
turned out that he was frozen too, so once the train showed up we decided
to try a little hypothermia treatment. We had one of the sideways sets of
seats next to the car door to ourselves -- in fact we damn near had the car
to ourselves. He sat down right next to the barrier between the seats and
the door, and I sat in his lap, with his coat buttoned around both of us.
Once I started to warm up a bit, I realized that Gary's lap was not
the most comfortable place I'd ever sat -- somehow you never realize just
how bony someone's legs are until you sit on them -- and I started to
squirm around, trying to find a position that didn't include a bone poking
me. Not surprisingly, this had something of an effect on him. I suppose
you could say that I warmed him up a bit. The net result, though, was to
make his lap even worse as a chair. If he wasn't poking me, I was
squashing him, and all-in-all, I think we were both a bit relieved that
Gary had to get off the train at Times Square and head for the E out to
Queens.
Losing my butt-warmer did have a few advantages besides easing my
seat. Most notably, I could sit sideways on the seats, lean my back up
against the barrier, and try to make my knees a little more comfortable by
straightening them out in front of me. On the other hand, I did miss the
warmth he had been providing, so I did what any normal person would do: I
pulled my arms out of the sleeves of my jacket and hugged myself inside it.
By 50th Street I was warm enough to realize how frustrated I had been with
a hard cock against my ass and no time or opportunity to do anything about
it.
Without even thinking about it, I reached down, slipping my hand
inside the waistband of my skirt, and began to rub my pussy through my
panties. I was already wet, and after just a moment or so of rubbing, I
knew that wasn't going to be enough. I was about to slip my hand into my
panties, figuring to get a finger or two into my pussy, when I realized
where I was. I took a quick look around, and was a little surprised to see
that there was only one other person in the car: a guy sitting all the way
down at the far end, his nose buried in a book. I only hesitated a second
before I lifted my butt and slipped my panties off. I had my arms back
into the sleeves of my jacket, my feet on the floor, and my panties in my
jacket pocket seconds before the train stopped at 59th.
As soon as the doors closed, I turned sideways in the seat again,
putting my back towards the guy at the other end of the car, lifted the
front of my skirt to my waist, and buried a finger in my pussy. Ahhh,
heaven. My eyes closed involuntarily as I began to slide the finger in and
out, rubbing the palm of my hand across my clit. I was rapidly approaching
orgasm, when something made me open my eyes. A man was standing in the
aisle about ten feet away, his eyes riveted on my crotch, the bulge in his
pants clearly showing just what he thought of my little show.
I froze, my on-coming cum evaporating. Not that I have any objections
to showing off, quite the contrary, in fact. It was just the
unexpectedness of it; thinking I was alone, and then discovering I had an
audience. Seeing that I had stopped, he looked up from my pussy and our
eyes met. Neither of us even breathed for several seconds, until, finally,
he broke the silence.
"Sorry to disturb you," he said, in the most incredibly gentle voice
I've ever heard. He sounded for all the world just like someone trying to
lure a strange kitten into coming over to be patted. "I saw what you were
doing from the next car, and I just couldn't resist coming over to this one
for a better look."
What can you do when you're faced with a gentlemanly apology like
that? Especially in New York! I did the ladylike thing. "Why don't you
have a seat?" I said, pointing to the seat beyond my feet. Since I was
sitting sideways, that seat was maybe five feet from my head, no more than
two feet beyond the tips of my toes, directly in line with my pussy; sort
of the pornographic equivalent of first row seats right behind the goal at
a hockey game. "Perhaps you'd like to open your pants and do likewise?"
"Thanks. I think I will," he said, with a sudden smile.
The train was pulling out of the 79th Street station as he settled
himself in the seat and opened his fly. He winced a couple of times as he
worked his rock-solid cock out of the opening. They aren't the most
maneuverable things, are they? Especially when you've got those silly
jockeys to deal with.
"Very nice," I told him, quite honestly, when he had it out and
comfortably nestled in his hand. As he began to stroke it up and down, I
resumed finger-fucking myself, thinking how silly I must have looked,
carrying on a conversation on the subway, with a complete stranger, all the
while with a finger deep in my pussy. After a minute or two, I switched to
a masturbation style better suited to showing off, spreading my pussy lips
open with my left hand, and rubbing my clit with the fingertips of my
right.
"Yours is very nice too," he said, his hand moving faster on his
shaft. "You don't suppose we could..." His voice trailed off, as he tried
to think of a good way to suggest that we stop fooling around with this
masturbation stuff, and start fucking.
I hesitated for a moment, wanting a cock inside me, and tempted by the
drop of pre-cum that was just beginning to run down the underside of his
cock head. "Probably not a good idea," I finally replied, regretfully.
He shook his head sadly. "Damn. I'd love to sink my dick into that
hot cunt of yours." His hand moved faster and faster (and so did mine!),
and his breathing got rougher and more ragged. "Hot and wet," he moaned.
"Shit, I'd love to eat you, you look so good!"
I closed my eyes again for a moment, imagining my fingers were his
tongue, sliding back and forth over my clit, and then that they were his
cock, as I plunged my index and middle fingers as far into my pussy as they
could go, and then began to finger-fuck myself frantically.
My eyes flew open as I heard him cry "Oh, shit, YES!". I was just in
time to see the first spray of his cum shoot up into the air. I watched it
rise and fall in a perfect parabola, seeming as if it were in slow motion.
As it reached the peak of its arc, I knew what was going to happen, and
happen it did. His load came down directly on my lower leg, splashing hot
and wet, and then running down to my ankle and onto the seat. The feel of
his cum was the final straw for me, and I cried out as my own orgasm washed
over me.
I began to come down from my peak just as the train started to slow
for the next station. "All that between 79th and 86th?" I thought, just as
the conductor announced "Hunnerd 'n' Tenth Street. Next stop Hunnerd 'n'
Sixteenth." We had made four stops, and I hadn't even noticed!
"Hundred and Tenth!" my partner exclaimed. "Oh, shit! My stop was
96th!" Simultaneously, he leaped to his feet, stuffed his cock -- still
dripping with cum -- back into his pants, threw a quick "Thanks a lot,
Lady" over his shoulder to me, and leaped out the door just before it
closed.
I waved to him out the window as the train started up again, and then
started thinking about how much fun I was going to have with you when I got
home. One more stop, a couple of blocks walk, and then I was going to tell
you the whole story, and then fuck you silly.
I nearly froze my pussy walking home from the subway stop, because I
was in too much of a hurry even to put my panties on; I didn't want to have
to waste time taking them off when I got home. I gave the doorman one hell
of a show when I slipped and fell on the wet marble in the lobby, nearly
killed myself when I slipped again getting out of the elevator, got inside,
and then discovered you were asleep! Fink!!
A co-worker said to me, "Everybody's got a broken heart story!" I
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imagine that they do. I had a lot of trouble getting over mine. You'll
never know how many times I wrote this story, reliving the moments
described here. This is a true story. In the interest of my good mental
health it's far past time for me to post this story and delete all copies I
have of it and be done with it. Don't ask me for additional copies, real
names or real places. Any mail I receive regarding this story will be
ignored and forgotten.
April Fool's Day of 1981 - "Playing the Fool"
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I used to work nights at the hospital. I liked how quiet the
hospital was on night shift. With only a few duties to perform, I often
read all night long. At the end of night shift would come a beautifully
still morning, where I could go downtown and take care of daily business
before most people were awake.
The only problem with night shift is not being able to sleep with
my girlfriend, Jane. Because her schedule was opposite of mine, she had
stayed home all night and would go to work later in the day. The only time
I had a chance to be with her was early mornings. I treasured these
mornings we had together. My future plans at the time included not only
mornings together, but living our lives together.
I walked softly down the hall in the early morning light, trying
not to wake my neighbors in the adjacent apartments. I opened the door and
threw my coat on a nearby chair. I tiptoed to the bedroom door hoping I
could slide quietly into bed with my lover, Jane. As I neared the door, I
noticed it was shut. As I stood just outside the door I heard a low
sounding noise.
I will never forget what I saw next as I walked into the room.
That moment will replay in my head for many years to come.
Laying flat on his back was Joe, my best friend, reaching for the
sheets to cover his nude body and not doing a very good job of it. Jane
was laying next to him with her arm and head resting on his large and hairy
chest. Still gripping his cock in her hand, she continued to stroke his
length under the thin covering. Both were naked under desert print
designer waterbed sheets.
I stood there stunned, like a deer in front of headlights. A
thousand emotions ran threw me in just a few heartbeats. Time stopped.
The feelings of jealousy, rage, shame, betrayal, love and hate and even
sexual interest quickly overwhelmed me. I felt like a flashlight that had
just been jumpstarted with an arc-welder. My breakers tripped. My fuses
blew.
Thought turned OFF. Then a feeling of numbness. I just stood there.
Joe didn't take his eyes off the ceiling. He just layed there.
Jane regarded me calmly across Joe's chest. I couldn't see any emotion
reflected in her brown eyes.
Slowly, her knee moved under the sheet and slid across his waist as
she climbed over him. The sheet dropped slid abruptly down as she sat up
astride his lap, looking down at him for a few moments. Then bending
forward, she lay on his chest as she kissed him. She moved her small
breasts across the roughness of his chest. Her kisses became more
passionate and urgent.
I saw her hand move between them, reaching down under her.
Although I couldn't see her hand, I knew she was guiding the tip of his
erection toward the opening of her sex. Raising her body slightly, she
supported herself on both arms. Jane arched her buttocks slightly and
with a dreamy smile pushed herself downward onto him, taking as much of his
cock inside her as she could.
I couldn't believe it! They didn't care who was watching. There
were no apologies offered, no angry words exchanged. They simply IGNORED
me and continued to fuck each other as I stood there.
Placing her hands flat on his chest she sat upright, rocking her
hips backward and forward to work his swollen member deeper inside her.
Leaning back, she flipped her hair backwards out of her face revealing the
angelic expression on her face as she made love to my best friend. Her
enjoyment was obvious as she sat on his lap totally impaled by him.
Her hands carressed his face and ears, fingers trailing through his
beard and down his neck towards his chest. Joe was already holding her
small breasts in his hands, rubbing her nipples until her areolas had
darkened. His large hands curled about her pale neck pulling her body down
closer to him, bringing the stiffened tips of her tits towards his lips and
tongue, kissing and sucking them. Reaching around her shoulders he pinned
her body on top of his own.
In a rhythmic and fluid motion only capable on waterbeds, he arched
his hips upward while he held her tightly, increasing his pace. Jane was
unable to move her body, except for her hips. She rolled her pelvis
downward to meet each of his upward thrusts.
Jane's breath escaped her in small puffs as she bore her weight
down on top of him, filling her womb with his mammoth cock. The waterbed
made gradually louder slopping sounds under her movements. The room filled
with the sweet musk of sex. With her eyes half closed, she bucked and
writhed against him in pleasure as his enormous cock filled her pussy again
and again and again.
Suddenly, Jane's lips parted slightly, releasing a moan. His back
muscles strained with the effort to drive his cock upward into her. Her
buttocks slapped hard against his hairy legs while her petite breasts
bounced up and down. The muscles of her stomach and inner thigh quaked
uncontrollably as her hips jerked downward, harder and faster, as she
ground her body into his.
"Yes..yes..make-me-come," Jane tried to whisper as she attempted
to regain control of her voice. Her face contorted in the immense effort
of achieving a colossal orgasm.
Unexpectedly he reached up to grab her by the waist and flipped her
from over him to underneath him. Jane cried out when the entire length of
his glistening wet cock was violently withdrawn from inside her. She
opened her legs into a wide, flat vee, wanting him to finish her. The
wetness of her pussy was visible as the folds of her vagina parted and were
opened.
"Oh please", she begged. "I want you inside me! Fuck me! Put it
back!"
Joe turned to me and grinned evilly. "See! The bitch LIKES it!"
Positioning himself directly above her, he suddenly shoved the
length of his long wide cock into her with a loud grunt. Her eyes opened
wide as she cried out at the intensity of being filled again. Her hips
jerked upward against his as she wrapped her raised legs around him locking
her heels across his buttocks, and tightening.
"Oh..oh..oh-oh-oh-more-faster-FASTER!", she cried with increasing
volume. "I want you to come inside me!"
He grunted with each downstroke as he slammed his swollen length
into her pussy. The lips of her pussy were visibly swollen from the rush
of blood to her sexual organs.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!", she howled as her hips gyrated under his at
the pinnacle of her orgasm. Her toes clenched above his buttocks as her
body contracted under under him. "Come inside me, quickly!", she shouted
into his ear, and his grunts became louder and his movements quickened.
Soon, his back arched in ecstasy, pumping his sperm deep into her
womb, his hips moved as if on puppet strings. Finally he collapsed on top
of her, obscuring her upper body from my view. But I could see the sex
soaked lips of my lover's pussy wrapped around the damp softening shaft of
another man.
When he rolled off from atop her, they both gasped at the sensation
their sensitized glands made as he withdrew his semi-erect penis from her.
Neither one of them even looked at me. She laid still on the bed with her
eyes closed, breathing fast and hard as if she had just finished a foot
race. Jane's legs, still open in a wide vee, started to relax and her
knees fell to lay flat on the bed. The combined juices of their lovemaking
were slathered over the inside of her legs and made an ever increasing wet
spot on the bedlinens. She basked in the afterglow of their intense
lovemaking while Joe lit a cigarette.
Embarassed and hurt, I left the room. Now that they were finished,
I hoped she would come out of MY bedroom to tell me it was over between us.
I went to the bathroom to splash water in my face, hoping it would calm me
enough to make some new plans in my life.
SLAM! The bedroom door had been violently shut sending me a
message that I was no longer welcome here. The click of the lock completed
the finality of the statement. As I stood in the bathroom staring into the
mirror, I heard the headboard start to rhythmically bump the wall adjacent
to the bathroom.
Jane's moans, muffled through the wall, signalled that she was
well on her way to another climax. I didn't have to see her to know that.
I knew intimately well how she made love to a man. I can still see her in
my mind's eye. I picked up my coat and keys and left.
I was combing out my hair in front of the bathroom mirror when Mike came
in. For a brother and sister, we got along pretty well. He was tall and
good looking, and several of my girl friends were pretty interested in him,
even though they were the same age as I was (13). Mike was 15 and a
sophomore in high school, while I was in the 8th grade. I was tall for my
age and had filled out nicely during the past few years. Several of his
friends made lewd remarks occasionally.
Mike and I worked out together in our basement. He needed to be in shape
for football and hockey, while I was doing gymnastics and diving. One day,
we had just finished a workout and had each showered. I was standing in
front of the mirror combing out my recently dried hair when Mike came in.
He stood behind me and began to comb his hair. When he was done, he put
both hands on my waist. His hands slid forward to my stomach, then rose
upto cup my breasts through my robe. I felt a warm sensation begin in my
belly and a tingling all over.
"Cut that out, you pervert" I said.
"Your tits are getting pretty nice, Al" he said huskily.
"Thanks, I think" I replied, lowering my arms so that they brushed his
hands away.
"You know, I saw you spying on me yesterday. I think its time you learned
a few things."
With that, he turned me around to face him, slowly undid the towel around
his waist and let it fall to the floor. I had seen him undressed before,
but not up close since we were little. His penis was much larger than I
had ever seen it, huge in fact. Skin covered about half of the large,
smooth, purple head. It appeared to be about twice as big as his hand
which he wrapped around it and began to slowly use in a pumping motion. As
he did, the skin near the tip slid with it, covering and uncovering the
tip. I was fascinated by the sight and stood there as if rooted. A
thousand confusing thoughts ran through my mind. My view widened and I
took in his flat belly with its clearly defined muscles, his chest, broad
with small dark nipples, his broad thick shoulders.
He paused in his stroking and stood there briefly with his hands on his
slim hips. Then he took both hands and reached out to me, letting his
fingers trail lightly from my cheek downward along my neck to the vee
formed by my robe. He slowly loosened the sash of my robe and let it hang
loosely. His hands slipped under the robe to my waist, and slid slowly
upwards until they cupped my breasts. He rubbed his thumbs over my nipples
and I could feel them stiffen at his touch. He slowly raised his hands
taking the robe with it and sliding is off of my shoulders, let it drop to
the floor. His touch was electric and left trails of fire on my skin. My
knees were trembling and my legs were growing weaker each time his fingers
moved on my skin.
He took my hands and moved them to his cock. Even with the tales and
stories of my more knowledgeable girl friends, I was not prepared for the
size and hardness of it. My hand was too small even begin to encircle it.
I tried to squeeze it to no avail. My knees started to buckle and I
grabbed him for support. One of his arms went around my back, the other
swept me up with effortless ease and he carried me out of the bathroom and
into my bedroom. My hand was still locked in a death grip on his rock-like
manhood as he lowered me gently onto the bed.
He straddled my hips, his long torso towering over me. "Look at me,
closely" he whispered.
And look, I did. I studied the head of it, noting the cleft on
the underside and the opening at the tip as he pulled the skin back. I
could see the loose folds of skin covering his balls pulled tightly up
against him. Removing my hand from him, he leaned forward and began to rub
his cock on my belly and breasts, occasionally letting it slap against me.
The size and weight of it was incredible. I had imagined an erection
before, but I had always pictured it as thinner and lighter.
He began a pumping motion again, and a drop of clear fluid appeard at the
tip. He moved his cock to one of my nipples and transferred the drop to
it. A few strokes later, a second drop was placed on my other nipple. He
lowered his head and started licking my breasts, circling the moistened
nipple with his tongue. His lips then seized a nipple gently while his
tongue flicked the tip of it. The sensation was electric. Each touch sent
waves of fire through me. I heard myself sigh as I was unable to take my
eyes off of him.
Between my legs it was like fire and ice. I had had feelings of excitement
before but nothing like what I was experiencing now. The feeling was
spreading through my entire belly and all my muscles were tightening. My
back arched as I sought to press my entire breast into his mouth. He began
to suck on the nipples harder, squeezing each with his tongue.
He rose up and put my hands back on his cock, guiding them to a pumping
motion. The tip was very wet and he took one of my fingers and collected
some of the moisture. Taking the finger, he brought it up to his lips and
licked it. He then took my hand, moistened my finger on the tip of his
cock, and guided it to my mouth, applying the liquid to my lower lip. I
licked at it tentatively with my tongue, not knowing what to expect. The
taste was slightly salty but sweet. He wet my fingers again and offered
them to me to lick clean.
He stroked himself slowly, and lowered his cock to my breasts again,
rubbing it gently around my incredibly hard nipples. Leaning forward, he
brushed it against my neck and cheek. My mind was racing with tales of the
girls at school, how they talked about blow jobs and sucking. I couldn't
imagine how anyone could take something of that size in their mouth. I
kept my eyes closed as he used his tool to caress my cheeks, and when he
brushed it over my lips a "no!" escaped them. Undaunted by my feeble
resistance, he returned the tip of his swollen shaft to my lips, pulling
down my lower lip with the ridge near the top. More of the liquid was
transferred.
"Lick it" he said huskily.
I turned my head away but his free hand cupped my cheek and turned me to
face it again. My lips were now coated with fluid and I instinctively
licked them. As I did, he pressed forward and I felt my tongue brush
against the tip of it. The taste was stronger now, and I could smell the
muskiness of his scent. He repeated his command, holding himself against
my lower lip.
With a tentative lick, my tongue slowly traced along the underside of the
tip. I marvelled at how smooth it was. With a little motion, he insisted
on an encore and again, my tongue extended. Slowly he pressed it further
towards my mouth. Opening my lips slightly as if I were going to clean off
an ice cream cone, I felt his shaft with both lips. My toungue pressed
against the tip, feeling the small cleft. With gentle pressure, his cock
slid forward easily until I could feel the ridge pass my lips. My tongue
was now flat along the groove underneath the swollen tip. He withdrew
slightly and pressed forward again, deeper into my mouth. Again and again,
deeper and deeper he probed. My mouth was stretching wider with each
movement. My hands went to his hips to press him back when I felt the gag
reflex develop in my throat.
He backed off slightly and I found my hands exploring his hips and ass.
The pumping of his hips reacted to my touch. As I pulled on his hard
buttocks, he pressed forward into my mouth. As I released the pressure, he
withdrew. I realized that he was letting me control the depth of his
penetration.
"Suck on it . . . harder" he moaned.
I could feel the strokes quickening as I did as instructed. Rather than
the long, slow strokes of the initial penetration, he was moving faster
now. I could hear his moans growing in intensity. Suddenly I felt his
entire body stiffen and a low scream escaped his lips. A sudden jet of hot
fluid struck the roof and back of my mouth. As I started to push him away,
another geyser erupted and he plunged his cock deeper. Unable to breathe,
I felt a moment of panic. I tried to swallow as best I could as more and
more fluid bathed my throat. I could feel the pulsing of his cock and
reallized that he was still stroking the shaft slightly.
As the pulsing subsided, he withdrew slightly, allowing me to breathe. He
rolled slowly to the side, pulling my head with it to keep the penetration.
I swallowed and began to sense the taste and texture of his spunk. It was
much saltier than the earlier fluid and slightly bitter to taste. It clung
to my mouth in sticky globs and left my mouth and troat feeling dry. His
hands held my head, keeping my mouth around him as I felt his cock begin to
soften. I let my head fall to his stomach, and I began to be aware of the
heat in my own loins. He withdrew himself from my mouth and drew me up to
lie beside him, cradled in one arm, my head tucked into the nook of his
shoulder.
"That was incredible, Al" he whispered. "I have never
cum that hard before. Are you OK?"
I sort of nodded against his shoulder, my mind still whirling. His hands
stroked my back, kneeding and caressing. I felt one hand slowly tracing
the curve of my hip, sliding along under the top edge of my panties. He
rolled me slowly over on top of him. His hands were now inside the thin
fabric, cupping my buttocks. I felt incredibly warm and tight as I lay
atop him. His hands slid downward, taking my panties with them. One of
his legs with between mine, and I could feel the hardness of his muscles
between my thighs. His penis was starting to harden again, and it pressed
insistently against my lower belly. His hand roamed to my stomach, and
moved lower. I could feel his fingers entwining the sparse hair atop my
mound. He seemed to grab a wad of hair and pull it upwards towards my
navel. The leg between my thighs raised further upwards, pressing against
my crotch. As it made contact, it was though a stick of dynamite had
exploded between my legs. My hips convulsed against him and my teeth bit
into his chest.
He rolled over on top of me, removing his leg in the process. I suddenly
felt empty. I felt my panties being drawn down past my knees and off of my
ankles. His hands traced rings of fire on my thighs, moving higher. His
fingers probed my wetness, ice against fire. My hips again began their
involuntary movement, seeking hardness. His leg again emerged between my
thighs. His hand was insistent as it rubbed and probed. I felt the tip of
his finger slide into the wetness. As I felt the muscles of my vagina open
to his touch, searing heat began to spread upwards through my belly. My
fingers dug into his shoulders, pulling him to me.
I felt him shift my leg around his, locking my ankles with his own. He
spread his legs further apart, taking mine with him. His cock was fully
erect now, pressing into my lower belly. His hands slid up my sides,
taking my arms and pressing them over my head. I felt totally helpless, my
squirming doing nothing more than tighten his grips. I felt his body
shift, his cock dragging slowly over my mound, down along the cleft. My
body seemed to be shrinking. I felt like I was the diameter of a pencil.
My legs fought against his to no avail. Then came the pressure as the tip
of his cock found my wetness. My head was trapped between my arms, my chin
on his shoulder. I tried to protest but only a moan escaped.
The pressure between my legs mounted. I felt his legs widen further and
the pressure increased. Slowly I was taking him inside me. He began to
move, side to side, up and down. I could feel him slowly stretching me,
filling me. My hips moved against his movements to ease the pressure. I
felt even smaller, tighter. One of his hands slid down my back to encircle
my hips. I felt totally naked. The hand and arm lifted my buttocks as he
suddenly pressed into me with all of his strength. The muscles of my
vagina suddenly relaxed and he plunged into my depths. The sensation of
penetration was overwelming. A mixture of pain, discomfort, and pleasure
coursed through me, spreading outward from my crotch. The pressure was
gone, just the feeling of being filled, of being possessed.
He just held me tightly for a while, not moving. I reveled in the
sensation. His legs relaxed, allowing me to move. My arms were freed and
I lowered them to circle his shoulders. He raised his head to look at me,
silently asking if I was OK. Not sure of how to react, both of us just lay
there, looking, feeling, joined together. I could feel him pulsing inside
of me at each movement. I told the muscles of my vagina to clamp down.
Lightning bolts shot through me as I did. I could feel his breath, inches
from my face. I drew his head towards mine until our lips were just
touching. It was as though an electric circuit had been completed. The
surge of energy coursed through me and I spasmed around him.
He reacted by pressing against me. I thought he was totally inside of me
and was unprepared for the thrust. Blinding lights flashed in my brain. I
could feel myself opening further, taking him deeper and deeper. After
what seemed like hours, I felt the hardness of his pubic bond meet mine,
crushing against that secret spot. Explosions wracked me as he ground our
hips together. Harder and faster he rubbed, harder and faster were the
spasms that coursed through me. I grabbed on with my arms, my legs, my
vagina. I felt him pause, letting my reeling senses return. He started to
withdraw from me and I heard my feeble moan in protest. Like a pile
driver he plunged again into my depths, sending shock waves through me.
Again he withdrew, again he plunged. Again. Again.
His tempo increased, as did the length of his withdrawal and penetration.
I could feel his heat within me, spreading through me. I felt my own hips
respond, merging into his rythmn. The waves swept over me, coming faster
and faster. I heard screaming. I felt the white hot poker plunging within
my loins. I felt the insides of my body moving, rearranging. I felt like
a thin sheath around him, taking him, milking him, taking life from him.
Everything went white with blinding light, and then, slowly, to blackness.
When conciousness slowly returned, I could still feel him inside of me. He
was softer now, when I moved, I could feel him slip with the moisture that
joined us. He rolled off of me, taking me with him to lie on our sides.
Somehow, he stayed inside of me. We lay there for what seemed like hours,
looking at each other. On impulse, I brought my lips to his, as if to say
that it was OK. He smiled and hugged me tighter as we drifted off to
sleep.