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There was no way she was going to ask how he found their way back to the cabin with no landmarks, no compass and no map to follow. No way she was going to give him the satisfaction. It was silly of her, even childish, and she knew it. But, as she so often reminded her husband, it’s a woman’s prerogative to be silly and childish at any time. And this was going to be one of those times. Still, he’d unerringly led them back here. No hesitation. No drifting. No mistakes. That made it more than upsetting. It made it infuriating. Well, she still had a few tricks she could play that would give him a taste of his own medicine. Even if he did end up liking it in the end.



Back inside the cabin she suggested that he put together that contraption they’d discovered, while she’d find some way to amuse herself, but still be nearby if he needed a hand. She waited until he returned, dragging the straps and poles behind him, before she began to put her own plan into action.



Step one immediately got his attention, as she stripped off her top and carelessly threw it on the bed. When he stopped to admire her bare breasts, she made a shooing gesture to indicate that he should turn his attention back to the task at hand. She had to suppress a smile, knowing that she’d already flustered him. She lay back onto the bed’s massive pile of pillows, watching him as he studied the contraption’s confusing jumble of parts. Every time he paused to look at her, she pointedly nodded her head at the parts strewn across the floor, as if she was royalty and he was a mere servant. When he was finally spending more time on his project than looking at her, she put the next step into effect.



Lazily, languidly, sexily, she pushed down her shorts, then lifted her legs and scooched them down her body, pausing once they were dangling from her toes, and then flipped them into the air and right into his work space. She left her legs extended and watched with amusement as his gaze swept up from her manicured toes, up between her legs, where her sheer bikini panties just barely covered her swelling mound and moistening slit. It felt like she was undressing for him for the first time again, and despite the fact that she was teasing him cruelly, she was also very pleased that she’d so thoroughly captured his attention. She let his gaze linger in a way that she hoped made him ache, then demurely closed her legs and once again shooed his attention back to his construction project. It was fun to make him crazy, but it was also turning her on.



She waited again until he was deeply engrossed, then put step three into motion. Taking the mysterious key from the night stand, she clambered over the bed and retrieved the box from inside the trunk, her firm breasts dangling provocatively just a few feet from his face. But he barely glanced up. Was her game growing tired and old? Feeling just a bit exasperated, she worked the key into the lock and popped open the box. Her eyes grew wide. Though she’d expected something secret, she hadn’t expected this.



The box was full of sex toys. Vibrators and dildos, to be specific. In all sizes and colors. And in all degrees of realism, from eggs to tubes to extremely realistic cocks, fully helmeted and strongly veined. She thought back to the note about everything being cleaned and sanitized, and even though she felt a little squeamish, her curiosity won out and she began removing her new discoveries from the box, twisting and turning them to see what delights each was designed to impart. A quick glance showed that he was still absorbed in his project. Now she could make step three even more distracting.



Rummaging around in the box, she selected a realistic dildo, complete with synthetic balls, about six inches long and plenty thick. Working behind the lid of the box, she coated it with some lubricant that had conveniently been left in the box. Then, slowly, so as not to attract his attention, she sat back amongst the pillows, placed a big pillow in her lap, and squirmed out of her panties. With that removal accomplished, she pushed the pillow aside and spread her legs, her feet flat on the bed and her pussy pointed right at him. He didn’t even look up.



Smiling wickedly, she began rubbing the cock head up and down along her slit, the lubricant leaving a wet trail all along her engorged pussy lips. She probed a little deeper, letting the head part her lips, but not venturing into her deep wet hole. Patience, she counseled herself. That would come soon enough. She’d been silent to this point, but she was still amazed that he hadn’t looked her way. Time to deal with that. Carefully, as smoothly as a cat, she set aside her new toy and pulled one of the big, deep pillows under her ass, so her pussy would be propped up and clearly on display. Then, she grabbed the dildo again, reveling in the erotic feel of its massive weight against her cunt, her hole stretching, stretching to accommodate its satisfying girth. With it finally positioned halfway inside her, she thumbed the switch and turned it on, the vibration buzzing through her body, from her tits to her toes.



That sound, finally, got his attention, and she grinned in triumph as his head snapped up and his mouth dropped open. Knowing she’d already won this round, she just as quickly ignored him, shutting her eyes and directing all of her attention to the fuck stick now pulsating so pleasantly inside her hole. Knowing that he was looking, staring, mesmerized, she prodded and pulled the vibrator in and out of her, the buzzing growing muffled as she pressed it home, then growing louder as she freed it from the wet walls of her inner prison. She couldn’t stand not seeing his reaction though, and decided on a compromise, watching him through slitted eyelids, appearing disdainful of him while enjoying her command of his attention.



Soon, though, she surrendered to the pure ecstasy of it, the vibration that set her clit to tingling while the fullness made her hunger for more. Her husband liked to watch her do this to herself, fuck herself with a vibrator while she fantasized about the exotic and erotic, both locales and men. She’d lie, of course, when he pressed her for details about her fantasies. She’d tell him that he was the one pressing home his advantage, causing her to arch her back and cry out for more. His ego was fragile enough without her planting another doubt in his mind, no matter that he begged to know the reality of her thoughts.



Now, though, she needed no fantasy to fuel her passion. She needed to prepare no lies about what had set her off. She could focus with laser-like precision on the point where cock met pussy met clit. Where hardness met softness met wetness. Where friction met ridges met heat. She could twist and tug and pull to find the perfect place, reach the perfect place, then follow it like an itch that, once scratched, only cropped up somewhere else, demanding to be scratched again. She bucked against the intruder, screwed it into her fuck hole, not even noticing when the box of women’s wonders toppled over, spilling a score of sex toys all over the bed. She would cum soon, and she had no attention for anything but that.



He hadn’t recovered from his shock quite as quickly as he would’ve liked. Maybe it was the sight of her thin, pale legs, wantonly spread like some slut in a movie. Maybe it was the way she was so seductively screwing herself with a life-size realistic dildo. Maybe it was the hot liquids glistening along her slit, making him wonder whether that was lube, or pussy juice, or both. Or maybe it was the fact that she’d propped herself up, her cunt clearly on display for him, her nipples hard atop her breasts, her face twisted by pleasure, her hair twisted by exertion, her legs twisted by the effort of shoving that big, thick, veined monster deeper inside of her than any man had probably ever probed, and him wanting nothing more than to rip it from her and replace it with his own pulsing cock, slamming it in to the hilt and crushing her against the bed, pressing himself to reach that undiscovered paradise deep inside her. Or maybe it was realizing that the whole thing was a plan to distract him from his work and get revenge for knowing the way back to the cabin. And though the urge to savagely fuck her remained, he somehow, with gargantuan effort, managed to refrain.



Two can play at this game, he thought, his erection painfully pressing against his shorts as he climbed to his feet. Randomly selecting one of the forgotten porn DVDs from the counter, he strode to the player, turned it on and loaded the disc. The flat screen came immediately to life and he used the remote to fast forward a few chapters, knowing that these were usually the beginning of a sex scene, and not some inanely acted scene setter. He was rewarded with the sight of two men, one black and one white, preparing to fuck a medium-breasted blond girl, her eyes sparkling blue but set too far apart, her body tight but well-curved, her ass full and promising.



She knelt between them, naked and available, the way a good slut should be, and alternately sucked their cocks, preparing them to enter her body from every angle and in every hole. He knew what would happen. These things always followed a script, even if the director tried to mix up the order. She’d suck them hard, though it would be more due to the Viagra than anything. Then one would fuck her pussy while the other fucked her face. They might trade places. One might lick her pussy. Not to pleasure her, of course, but to satisfy the obsession that had taken hold of him. She would get fucked hard from behind, so the man in her mouth would benefit from the impact transmitted along her lovely body. Soon, one would probe and then enter her ass, causing her to gasp until her anus opened enough to accommodate him. There’d be another switching of places. Then, in a flash, she’d be atop one of them, his cock deep in her ass, and she’d lean back and open her cunt hole for the other to enter, giving her the double penetration that every woman presumably dreamed about. Sure, she might flip over at some point, so the man on top could actively fuck her up the ass. Finally, though, having taken all the pleasure they could from her, having exhausted all the positions available, they’d pull out for the money shot. Both on her face and in her waiting, open mouth. Or one over her ass and one on her face. Or if she was big breasted, all over her tits. Or, if it was a kinky film, just inside her pussy, so the camera could linger lovingly over the leaking cream that marked that woman as someone’s property.



He didn’t really care which scenario they followed. He wasn’t going to watch. He didn’t even know whose DVD he’d selected. But if she was going to use a buzzing vibrator to tease and taunt him, now he had a weapon in the game. Full color, stereo enhanced, up close and personal electric sex.



On the screen, one of the men, sporting an improbably huge cock, was just beginning to penetrate the girl’s tight, neatly shaven pussy. The other man, also waving an embarrassingly well-endowed cock, was forcing her to lick his balls, since clearly she’d be unable to suck more than the first two inches of his girth into her mouth. He looked back to the bed. Ah-ha! She was just as intrigued as he had been, though she quickly transferred her attention back to the boner still jammed deep inside her pussy. He bent back to his task, then stopped, suddenly aware of the surreality of it all. It was a scene that even a porn writer might decline to use, so improbable was it. He, alone in a cabin with a woman he’d lusted after, building a kinky sex toy, while she, the demure, shy but teasing object of his desire who had somehow shed her naiveté and become a wanton sex maniac, naked and writhing on a bed just steps from him, completely uninhibited and unlike herself at any time he’d ever known her. And he, not the least bit puzzled by the suddenness of her performance, or the least bit amazed by the depravity she was exhibiting. Not even wondering what had gotten into her, asking if she’d taken some mind-bending drug, or investigating the means by which she’d shed all her inhibitions. Instead, he had responded by showing a pornographic film, of a kind she’d often expressed disdain for, and then returned to a seemingly innocuous task, while the two of them were bathed in layer upon layer of hormone-enhanced sexual depravity. And despite the surreality of it all, he didn’t feel compelled to question it any further. After all, she didn’t appear to be worried about it.



She opened her eyes in response to his lips pressing down upon hers, and his hand removing the vibrating dildo from between her legs. She’d won! She’d distracted him from his project and forced him to attend to hers. No matter that she’d never gotten off all the way, even though the small orgasms along the way had been pleasurable enough. He could help with that. He would do what she ordered now and put a capstone on her self-pleasuring project. She’d won.



Only, she saw then, that she hadn’t won. Hanging from one of the rafters was a hammock swing, just like she’d guessed. No, not precisely, because though it had the look of a swing, there was no real bottom or back to it. In fact, it looked as if someone had taken a hammock swing and cut away most of the strands, leaving just the supporting straps.



“Have you ever tried a sex swing?” he asked, leading her to it by the hand. She shook her head, secretly pleased that he’d named it without making her ask. She’d heard of sex swings before, of course, but had never really seen one in action, not even in any of the porn movies her husband had made her watch. It probably wasn’t a real common piece of equipment.



She looked it over, wondering what all the different straps were for, and guessing that she was about to find out. Why this made her feel squeamish after she’d just masturbated for him on the bed was something she didn’t understand. But, she was a woman, and sometimes she didn’t even understand herself.



The swing was attached at the top to a huge hook ingeniously hidden in the overhead beam, anchoring it at the top. Then came a few links of heavy-duty chain, and then a thick, long spring. Attached to that were a number of nylon straps, some thin, some thick, with most covered by adjustable foam pads. She didn’t know how to get in, and wasn’t sure she wanted to.



Apparently her concern showed on her face. “How many chances in life are you going to get to try this kind of thing out?” he asked, his gaze serious and thoughtful. “This is the weekend for that. No guilt. No recriminations. No expectations for the future,” he reminded her. “Just you. Me. And whatever trouble we can get into.”



He was right. They’d done much with each other for the first time, but nothing that she’d never, ever done before. This would be new. And it would be something just for her. Something she didn’t need to share with her husband. Something he wouldn’t always be bugging her to repeat.



She allowed him to position her body within the straps, sliding back into the net of nylon until it was supporting her weight. It was a lot like sitting on a swing, if the wooden board at the bottom had been removed, and you were just sitting on the rope itself. Four main straps met at the apex, and other nylon strips with Velcro stitched to them dangled along their length. Once she was as comfortably seated as possible, he tied her wrists high over head, using the Velcro strips to keep them in place. OK, that felt different. Then he slipped each ankle through another loop. That’s when the genius of the sex swing became apparent. She was in a seated position, her legs spread wide, with no impediment to come between his cock and her pussy. And with her hands tied above her head, she was virtually helpless. If only it hadn’t taken so long to get in place. That had been a real mood breaker. Still, she’d wanted to know what it was. Had insisted on it, in fact. And now she did.



Ohhh. Now she really did, as he let his shorts drop to the floor, revealing his thick, stiff cock, a drop of pre cum on the tip glistening in the daylight. And her, unable to resist its passage into her valley, and not really wanting to. This, this was a new, erotic sensation, and she became instantly convinced that humans were designed to make love in precisely this position. His cock, as he entered her, pulled and tugged at the skin around her clit, stimulating it in a subtle and luxurious way. That pleasure was only punctuated when his body met hers, the muscles of his groin slapping against her lips and clit, a sharp, electric shock after a tantalizing preview. The swing allowed him to maneuver in from different directions, and she was thrilled to see that whenever she moaned louder, he would immediately duplicate that direction. He wasn’t dominating her as he could have. He was actually ensuring that she experienced the very greatest pleasure.



It wasn’t, however, a very comfortable position for her. He simply had to stand there. For her, though, it was a matter of balancing the pain of the straps with the pleasure of his penetration. And soon the straps were winning. When she complained about the pain, he quickly moved to reposition her. But instead of releasing her legs, he pulled them into higher loops. Now she was nearly jackknifed in two, much as if he had bent her legs back against her chest when they were going at it last night. They tried it that way for a while. It was clearly tighter for him, and she got to feel him deeper inside than ever. But still the straps interfered with her really being able to enjoy it all. It was fun, but not really passionate.



He seemed to feel the same way, and they spent quite some time experimenting with the many ways that she, and he, could be positioned and fucked in the sex swing. Some made her want to try the same position in bed. Others just made both of them giggle and laugh at the absurdity of it. Some were silly to do but felt intense, like the time she sat cross-legged in the swing and he lay on the floor below her. Pulling down on the straps, he lowered her cunt down onto his up thrust cock, then used the spring action to create a powerful fucking movement. the tightness and fullness had felt incredible, though they couldn’t keep from laughing whenever they thought about how bizarre it must look. Finally she’d had enough experimenting, and she sent him to open some more wine while she made herself comfortable on the bed, selecting one of the toys before pushing the rest aside.



That was bizarre, he thought, as he pulled out another bottle of wine and proceeded to uncork it. He hadn’t doubted his ability to put the sex swing together, even though he’d only seen one in a sex shop, and had never actually used one. There were, after all, only a few logical ways that it could go together. More amazing was her enthusiasm to actually trying it. Maybe he had a constricted perception of her actual sexual experience, but he’d have been willing to bet that something so unusual would’ve been way outside her comfort zone. Was it him? Was it the freedom and privacy of this place? Or was it the silent agreement that they both seemed to make that whatever happened here would stay here, like Vegas without the glitz. She was surprising him more and more.



Despite thinking that very thought, he still almost dropped the tray of wine and snacks when he turned to head back to the bed. She was still naked, but kneeling on her hands and knees on the bed, her ass pointed at him, and her face peering at him with something that could only be described as a “come hither” look. Who was this woman, and what had she done with the other one?



In spite of her immensely effective attempt to seduce him, he still had enough will power left to take a moment to study her. Though her eyes could hold his attention for months on end, and he had always been a fan of her breasts in a totally sexual way, her butt had always been intriguing to him. It was small and tight and boyish, there was no arguing with that. Yet just now, it was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen. Especially the way the small globes of her ass left her pussy lips in full view, engorged and swollen, with her slit completely visible and awaiting his touch. From her thin, tight thighs to her svelte legs and tiny feet, he felt like every inch of her was welcoming him to come and take her.

So he did. Moving up behind her, he felt something release in himself. Something more than his cock springing back to life at the sight of her soft pussy lips perfectly framed by the taut flesh of her cheeks. He felt a need, deep inside himself, burst through the boundaries of good behavior that had always separated him, and protected him, from the women in his life. He felt a need, staring down at her ass, her curved waist and hips beckoning to him in the daylight, a need to totally dominate this woman. To subjugate her, using his cock like an avenging sword, to penetrate her and denigrate her, to take her as his own and leave no doubt as to the consequences of choosing any other way, or the pleasures available should she embrace his domain.



Just that thought alone hardened him even more, and his cock head took on a purple shade, thick and menacing. He stood behind her and let the tension build in himself, a hurricane about to blast its thunderous wrath upon a weak human population. Oddly, his brain produced an image of himself as King Kong hanging upon the Empire State Building, roaring his dominance and smashing aside all the puny humans who might come to challenge him. He recognized the feeling, wanted to roar his own challenge, but instead focused his masculine violence on the point where the velvet helmet of his cock met the velvet entrance to her pussy. He could feel his rod literally pulsing with power.



Then, swiftly, surely, violently, he was inside her. Piercing her, penetrating her, a hammer crashing through her gates and desecrating her inner hall. He slammed his hips against her butt, pushing her forward, almost knocking her off her hands and knees. She looked back in shock, a look that rapidly turned to lust, before repositioning her body for his next assault upon her. He fucked her hard, loosing the lust and passion and frustration from all the years, not just from her but from all the women he’d had or wanted or known. He was overcome by lust, the violent kind that romance writers didn’t write about and good girls didn’t like. But he was no longer sure she was the good girl she’d purported to be.



She braced herself against the battering, like a seawall assaulted by wave after wave of frothing water. She’d been shocked at the sudden change in his demeanor, the wicked glint in his eyes as he’d approached her. All she’d wanted to do was seduce him some more, offer herself up to finish what they’d started in the sex swing. But once he’d entered her, had split her open with a harshness she’d never seen from him, she knew that this time it would be different. Even so, his first thrust had caught her completely off guard, and only by chance did she keep from collapsing onto the bed. But if he wanted to take her so violently, she could understand the need. For too long she’d been playing a part in bed, acting like her husband was in charge but never really believing it. Their lovemaking had been just that: making love. Even the spontaneous was planned, and therefore diminished for it.



With his hands wrapped around her waist, he pulled her back even as he fucked her forward. And fucking her was the only way to describe it. There were no tender touches. No sweet nothings. No pretty whispers. Just flat out, cock deep in the hole, take no prisoners fucking. She let him do it, of course. Let him think that he was taking her. But why, a small part of her wondered, was she even holding back that little bit? Why not drop all her own barriers and not just buy into it? Be the part and not act the part?



She wasn’t one of those women who got off on being tied up, or spanked, or pushed around. Though she was beginning to enjoy the spanking a bit more. She wasn’t into the submissive thing that so many men seemed to enjoy. But, and here her mind snapped into recognition even as his cock continued to assault her cunt, that didn’t mean she couldn’t give into the occasional take no prisoners fucking every so often. Especially since they didn’t come around much more than every so often. Right?



If she hadn’t already made a conscious decision, her body would’ve already betrayed her. Deep inside her cunt canal, his cock had ignited a spark of intense pleasure, which was spreading with alarming rapidity to her most sensitive spots. His cock wasn’t as big as her husband’s, but had a girth that had an appreciable effect within the folds of her pussy or inside the confines of her mouth. She felt the heat in her nipples, an intense blaze that seemed to flow directly from the steaming, molten core of her cunt. She felt it at the tips of her toes, burning and urging her to surge backwards against his juice-soaked invader. She felt it along the back of her neck, causing her hair to stand on end and making her buck her head like a horse in full gallop.



An apt metaphor as he rode her hard, slamming against her even as his rod split her on a spit, as if getting ready to cook her and devour her. She heard herself moaning, obscene words spilling from her lips, unformed and unchecked. She swung her body back to meet his cock in mid-thrust, the impact reverberating through both of them. Then, once he’d stilled, she fucked him with her cunt, sliding back and forth along the length of it, grinding herself against him, pulling him down to lay atop her, placing his hands around her pulsing tits, her nipples white hot and hard as diamonds.



All her introspection and rationalizations flooded away, swept aside by the rush of pleasures pulsing through her nerves. Her entire body tingled, every inch of her skin sensitive to the heat of his skin or the very air around them. Her muscles clenched as if she was in the midst of a marathon run, the fatigue palpable and enjoyable. Her breasts felt heavy in his hands, heavier even than when she’d been breastfeeding, and she felt a desperate need to present them to him, to give them to him to suck or tongue or bite or pinch or bind or… whatever he wanted. Her head pounded, her breathing harsh and desperate, her mind unable to process the swarm of input, and reacting by producing an oral litany, a chant almost, of what she was feeling and what more she wanted from him, mixed with moans and cries that sounded more animal than human. “Fuck me. Yes. Fuck me. More. Fuck me. Ohhh. Fuck me. Oh god. Oh fuck me. Yes. Fuck me. I’m yours. Fuck me,” she repeated over and over, her voice low and throaty and rasping.



But even with all that her attention was almost totally enraptured by the spot in her cunt canal where his cock rasped, over and over, along the area that some creative book publishers had dubbed the g-spot. At this point, she didn’t care what they called it. Only that pleasure was rippling away from it like waves in a pool, sweeping about and bouncing throughout her core, then setting aflame every nerve in her body. It was like an orgasm but one that lasted for minutes and centuries, continuously shocking her without the explosive finality of a regular one. She didn’t know if he knew what he was doing to her, didn’t know if he was doing it on purpose. But his violent purchase inside her had sparked an incendiary reaction. And she was helpless before it.



Her muscles, once tense with anticipation, were now soft and mushy, and she feared she might collapse in a heap on the bed. Still, she wanted him inside her like this, wanted him taking her with the power of a piece of machinery, a piston plumbing her depths. So she dropped to her forearms, changing the angle, losing some of the intensity but gaining better purchase. He spanked her ass as he fucked her, the slaps ringing through the room, the pain only adding to the intensity of the pleasure emanating from between her legs



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Suddenly she felt his finger, or thumb, press against the bud of her anus. She knew she’d told him she didn’t like anal, had tried it but didn’t like it. It made her, in fact, feel like she had to poop. Not at all a pleasant experience. But maybe his brain was as addled as hers. Maybe he wasn’t thinking in terms of do’s and don’ts. Maybe he was only doing what his carnal desires had instructed him to do. Despite her misgivings, she squirmed her ass against his finger. He was only playing, wasn’t he? He didn’t mean to spear her ass with his stiff rod, to split her open like no one other than her husband had ever done?



He continued to play with her ass, slapping the cheeks, pinching her flesh, fingering her anus. And despite her trepidation, she lifted her butt higher into the air, as if offering him everything he wanted, with no limits and no boundaries. Suddenly, he bent over her, his cock still buried deep in her cunt, and growled in her ear that he wanted all of her, and wouldn’t stop until he got it. The movement pressed his cock back up against her g-spot, and another wave of intense pleasure swept through her, making her fingers tingle and her lungs convulse. Without thinking, she reached around until she found a bottle of lube on the bed and handed it up to him.



He didn’t stop pumping her, even as he opened and emptied a stream of oily lube into her crack and onto her ass hole. Then, suddenly, her well-fucked pussy was distressingly empty, and she could feel his cock head gently probing the outside of her ass. Despite the animal-like urgency with which he had fucked her cunt, he took his time entering her anus, sliding the head in and out slowly, as she tried to will herself to relax. He was all the way in before she really realized it, the lube and constant stimulation having loosened her ring of muscles already.



It felt the same way she remembered it, but not the same way. It felt like she was stuffed up, but not as uncomfortably. She felt like she had to go, but it was also something that could wait. And maybe it was his size, but she didn’t feel nearly as bloated. Beside, when she looked back and saw the look on his face, a little discomfort was worth it. And it did make her feel like a dirty girl. A very dirty, very kinky girl.



Despite how tight she felt, despite how intensely her anus was squeezing the length of his shaft, he knew that he would be taking it easy on her. That despite how willingly she had offered her ass up to him, he would feel guilty later if he hurt her in any way. He knew her distaste for what he was doing to her, and though she had acquiesced, he also knew that the pleasure wasn’t mutual. Call that some flaw in his manhood, but he wouldn’t take what wasn’t completely freely offered.



Besides, while on one plane he was simply exploring her body, on another he was asserting his control. That part of his manhood, at least, was fully functional. Having his cock in her ass was as dominating an act as he could imagine, especially since he knew that it wasn’t something she did all the time. By penetrating her there, he’d now had her in all the ways a man can have a woman. All the ways her husband might have had her, if he’d been as insistent as a man can be. And now he’d accomplished the very same conquest, without pleading, begging or bullying.



He eased himself from her, pausing to wipe the oily film from himself. The other thing was, in his experience, the woman got far more pleasure from anal sex than the man. He knew, if he kept at it, that all too soon she’d be too relaxed, and getting any kind of friction would take a lot more effort. Better to remember the explicit image of his cock buried in her ass, and then just move on.



She was wiggling her ass at him, as if wondering why he’d pulled out, and when he’d return. Truth was, as much fun as it had been to dominate her from behind, he was getting tired of it. And he wanted to see her face, and her eyes, and kiss her long and deep, not just because he could, but because he wanted to.



A simple nudge and she rolled onto her back, her legs spread open for him, her entire body exposed and ready for him, ready to respond to whatever was his pleasure. He scooted her into the middle of the bed and followed her, kneeling between her legs. Bending slowly, feeling her eyes upon him, he pressed his lips to her inner thighs, smiling as she giggled at the ticklish touch. Pushing harder against her soft flesh, he added his warm tongue to the recipe, which changed her giggles to whimpers of contentment. He made his way up her body, kissing and licking her delicate skin, eliciting a mixture of laughter and moans along the way. He took his time with her breasts, using the flat of his tongue to rasp across her nipples, then the soft press of his lips to soothe the affected areas.



When he finally reached her mouth, the whole of his body was stretched over her. His cock would occasionally brush against her legs, causing both of them to gasp at the feel of it. He kissed her, deeply, his tongue invading her mouth with much the same ardor as it had earlier explored her pussy. Swirling within, searching for the walls, fencing with her tongue, lips pressed so tightly together their teeth scraped. The harsh sound of her breathing was loud in his ears. His own panting was like that of a trapped animal, frantic and aggressive.



A small, simple move later and his cock was back inside her, ensconced in a soft, wet sleeve that was so comfortable, it could only be made for that one purpose. He let his weight down on her gently, his hips moving in an uneven rhythm, responding to signals only his brain understood. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips, holding him in place and effectively communicating her approval of this latest position. He knew that his groin was rubbing against her pubic mound, probably giving her quite a bit of pleasure, but that was only a byproduct of his efforts. No, he simply liked to watch her face as he sped up or slowed, as he pressed into her from one side or the other, as he varied his strokes for the express reason of drawing a new reaction from her. Usually she kept her eyes closed, but her smiles and murmurs told him so much. And every so often he would hit upon an especially effective combination that would cause her eyes to fly open in delight, and cause her legs to press him closer, as if he could get any deeper inside her.



They continued that way for a long time, or a short one; there was no way to measure it. He hadn’t consciously been holding himself back from cumming, not thinking about baseball or any of those old tricks. But soon he was feeling the need again. And in feeling it, knew that he wouldn’t deny himself or draw the string of anticipation out any further; even the most compelling series of books needs a climax. She knew it too, releasing him from the cocoon of her legs and pushing her hips hard against him, meeting each of his thrusts with one of her own. Her cunt was fully open to him now and all subtlety and tenderness were thrown to the side as both their feral instincts took over. He slammed against her with ferocity, their bodies colliding with a sharp retort on every stroke, the slap as loud as when he’d spanked her the previous evening, the intent just as obvious.



She’d lifted her legs, clearing the way for his fevered attack. She too, had abandoned herself to the moment, biting her lip and clutching at the sheets as she took more and more punishment from the battering ram pounding at her pussy. He didn’t bother to hold back, didn’t bother to pull out as his balls triggered his cock to let loose with the first pulse of cum, his hot semen pulled from deep within and ejaculated deep inside her cunt. The sensation was not unlike the first moment of peeing after a long night of drinking, only far, far better. He could feel his cum coursing through the length of his cock, could feel his cock pumping it up and out. It was like a dam suddenly released, the hot liquid shooting through a constricted tube, then spurting out to soak and extinguish whatever fires roared before it. He came deep inside her, and continued to pump into her even after he’d stopped cumming, obeying his body’s urges above all else. When he finally opened his eyes and looked down at her, her eyes were still closed, but the blissful smile on her face told him all that he needed to know.



Sometime afterwards he had pulled the comforter over them. And pulled the pillows under her head. And pulled himself from between her legs. And wrapped her in an embrace so comforting that she felt like she might never leave it. So comforting that she tried to engrave the moment into her memory, so she might be able to return to it at any time and relive this languorous, satisfied moment.



That it should come here, now, was…what? A shame? Serendipity? An accident? A blessing? She didn’t know what. And that uncertainty almost ruined the moment. One part of her brain told the other to stop analyzing, but the rest of her knew that was about as likely as stopping the sun from rising. It was an obsession with her, and even in those most satisfying of moments she had to answer the “why” and “what now” of what had just transpired.



And what had just transpired? Well, she’d gotten the shit fucked out of her, literally. That thought made her smile, and in some instinctive response he pulled her bare body closer against his chest. And she’d fucked the hell out of him, too. No way! No way she’d ever do all that stuff with her husband, or any of her boyfriends for that matter. Friggin herself in broad daylight? Fucking on a sex swing? Practically begging to be fucked up the ass? Who are you and what have you done with my previous owner, her mind asked her body. It was as if she was not herself, not even a person she had ever wished to be, but some amalgam of characters from the light and dark sides of life. Ladylike, but with the sexual appetites of a man. Demure, but with the promiscuity of a whore. Naïve, but with the imagination of a pornographer.



Wicked. That’s how she felt. And the feeling was incredible. She knew that she’d spent most of her life wrapped in a blanket of ‘correct behavior,’ playing the part that others had written for her. It started with her father, as it always did for most women. But had extended into her relationships with all men, boyfriends and husbands alike. She let them write the script, and she would revise it only a little along the way. And then the blame for any lack of fireworks would be on their heads. But now she was coming to believe that she’d been stuck in a prison of her own making.



She snuggled closer to him, pressing her butt against his groin. They were spooning, and his hand had dropped to the bed cushion. She gently repositioned it atop her breast and felt him respond with a kiss on her shoulder. He was awake. Or drowsing? What was he thinking?



What, for that matter, was she thinking? Admittedly, if she’d been thinking straight, she wouldn’t even be here. He’d be secure in bed at his home, maybe just having made love to his wife. Was he that passionate with her? That adventurous? But there was no way for her to answer those questions. And what of herself? Would she have been fucked by her husband on this weekend? Surely. But would she have responded so freely, so wickedly? That wasn’t as clear. She did what he asked, watched what he wanted, wore what he gave her, responded as he expected. But rarely gave all of herself or opened her desires to him. When she had, it was always after a night of drinking, as if the alcohol gave a few moments freedom to that part of herself. And, as if the alcohol would excuse herself from needing to repeat her performance, in case he did remember her enthusiasm. “But you did it last time,” he’d plead. “I was drunk,” would be her defense.



So what was different here? The circumstances, surely. He was married, she was married. And most importantly, not to each other. There would be no repeat performances. This was, for lack of a better term, a one-weekend stand. She didn’t see him risking his marriage and life to do this again. My God, it had taken them years to get to this point! And, honestly, she wasn’t going to do that either. She’d made her bed, so to speak, and she was going to sleep in it, even if she did have to share it. So, then, what? Maybe it was that very lack of a future that made the weekend so different. She could be whatever she wanted to be, without any need to repeat it. He said he wouldn’t judge her. And perhaps that promise extended to everything they did with each other, too.

Jill’s sweatpants were still wet in several places. She shifted her legs, and then frantically looked in her glove box for her insurance card. Her driver’s license was in her purse… in her bedroom.



“Shit, shit, shit.” Jill said between clenched teeth.



The police officer tapped her window with his pen. Jill lowered the window and presented her best real estate agent smile.



“Is there a problem, officer?” Jill asked.



“You tell me. Are you lost, little lady?” the police officer asked, eyeing the black bags in the back seat.



“No. I mean, yes. I think I took a wrong turn, but I’m okay now.” Jill’s smile holding steady.



“What’s in the bags?” the officer pulled out a flashlight.



“Ummm, party favors. They’re party favors for a bachelorette party for a friend of my daughter’s.” Jill offered.



“Mind if I have a look?” the officer asked.



“Do you have to? It’s a little embarrassing. Besides, I really need to get home.” Jill’s smile began to fade.



“Look, we can do this the hard way, or the easy way. I see something that looks suspicious. You look out of place. Something doesn’t add up, and I want to check it out. If you’re not doing anything illegal, you’re free to go. Clear?” the officer explained, waiting for Jill to unlock the back door.



Jill slid her finger along the unlock switch and the police officer opened the door behind her. When he dumped the contents of the bags onto her back seat, he stepped back and laughed.



“Lady, if you’re not telling the truth, you have issues.” He smiled at her, closing the door.



“Can I go, now?” Jill asked.



“Yeah, you can go. Watch yourself, or someone else will.” He added.



Jill read his nameplate. Friendly.



“Thank you, officer.” Jill’s smile returned, not exactly sure what he meant.



“Friendly, Officer Friendly.” The policeman grinned. His white teeth were a stark contrast to his dark skin. He turned and walked back toward his patrol car. He spoke into his radio on his shoulder before getting inside, and then drove past her.



“He seemed nice,” Jill thought, remembering what Sammy had said, and dismissing it as coincidence.



Jill managed to get home before her husband or daughter and quickly hid the party favors under her bed. She would be able to explain over $700 worth of dildos and vibrators to her husband easily enough, but her 18-year-old daughter might get other ideas. Her daughter had started her freshman year of college only a month ago, but she still came home almost every other weekend to spend time with her high school friends or Jill’s sister with the huge in-ground pool.



It was Friday. Her husband’s flight was scheduled to land in an hour. She had just enough time to take a bath.



As Jill undressed, she looked at herself a little differently in the mirror. She remembered the video in the adult bookstore, and how the young white girl had her hairless pussy fucked hard by two hairless black dicks.



She may have been 38 years old, but her body looked better than most girls half her age.



Jill tugged at the barely noticeable tuft of orange pubic hair. She pressed some of her husband’s shaving cream into her hand, and then lightly tapped it on her pubic mound. She rinsed his razor under hot water, and then, with one swipe, shaved the few remaining strands of hair from above her pussy. Jill wiped her mound clean with a washcloth, and then stepped in front of her full-length mirror to admire the new look.



“Not bad.” Jill thought out loud as she turned side to side.



Naked, she walked back to the bed, and knelt down. She reached under the bed for one of the boxed dildos.



“Not that one,” Jill shoved it back under and reached for another.



“There we go.” Jill beamed.



She opened the cardboard box and let a chocolate-colored 10″ dildo fall onto the bed. The toy was molded after a porn star, and was one of the more expensive models thanks to the featured hand-painted veins and suction-cupped base.



The head of the toy was easily as thick as Jill’s wrist and became wider toward the base.



She walked back in front of the mirror and imagined herself being roughly handled while this black dick pressed against her face, her belly, and her ass.



Within seconds, Jill could feel her clitoris begin to throb. She rinsed the toy under warm water, and then sat in front of her full-length mirror. She turned her body this way and that until her position resembled that of the girl in the movie. The toy in her hand was easily twice as thick as the poles of the skinny black men in the video, but Jill was willing to improvise. Her wet pussy easily lubricated the dildo, but she had to push it in slowly. Only the first three inches would go in, but that was enough.



She eased the dildo in and out for a few minutes before changing positions. She wasn’t strong enough to push it any further inside her, so she decided to squat on top of the toy.



The bedroom was carpeted, so she moved to the tiled floor in the bathroom. The suction cup base held the large dildo in place, but now she couldn’t see what she was doing.



As she walked back into the bedroom to move the full-length mirror, she heard the garage door open.



“Fuck!” Jill said, frustrated.



She quickly took the dildo box off the top of the bed and threw it under. She almost slipped as she tried to unstick the dildo from the floor. The suction cup worked well. She finally dislodged the toy and folded it in a towel, then carefully stepped into the shower.



“Honey, I’m home!” Jill’s husband, Brian called.



“I’m in the shower!” Jill replied.



Brian climbed the stairs to the bedroom, and began to undress. Although he was exhausted, he was finding the energy to take advantage of the situation.



“Our daughter is going to stay with your sister this weekend. I just got off the phone with her.” Brian called out from the bedroom.



The water was finally starting to get warm. Jill’s nipples stuck out stiff from her breasts.



She hadn’t intended to rub her clit while she showered, but she couldn’t help herself. She abruptly stopped when Brian opened the shower door.



“Can I come inside?” He asked.



“Of course. We’re married, right?” Jill smiled.



“I meant inside the shower, Jill.” Brian corrected her before noticing her clean-shaven mound. “Whoa, what made you do that?”



“I don’t know. Just thought I’d try a new look. Do you like it?” Jill turned, giving him a view of her swollen clit.



Brian reached for her pussy as she reached for his thickening cock. They kissed hard while he ran his hand over her smooth mound and slid three fingers inside her. His thumb pressed hard and then rolled around over her clitoris. Jill’s knees went weak.



She squatted down and engulfed his manhood. He wasn’t as thick as the toy, or as long, but his seven inches had given her countless orgasms. She was familiar with every angle; every vein, and every spasm he would create just before climax.



She took his entire length down her throat – something she had never done before. The act surprised both of them and Brian came on Jill’s face as she gagged.



“Holy shit!” Brian exclaimed.



“Yeah, holy shit!” Jill looked up at him, his come instantly being rinsed from her face.



Brian had come on her face before, but this time she actually enjoyed it.



He helped her to her feet, and Jill stepped out of the shower first.



She reached for a towel, and caught the dildo before it hit the floor. Jill quickly wrapped the toy back in the towel and carried it to the bedroom.



Brian stepped out of the shower and searched for another towel, giving Jill just enough time to throw the toy under the bed and lay out her towel. She sat on the edge of the bed, spread her legs and then laid back. As Brian walked in, Jill pulled her legs back, exposing her smooth pussy and pink asshole. His mouth was on her pussy in seconds.



Brian had always made Jill come with his mouth. This time was no different. He rolled his tongue over her clit and between her labia, nibbling gently at first, and then pressing a little harder. He introduced two fingers inside her, pressing upward, rubbing up and back. Jill could feel the orgasm building, but she had been on the brink twice in the last ten minutes. She wanted him to take her over the edge.



Jill reached down and pulled his hand from her pussy, and guided it to her ass. Brian continued to use his mouth and tongue on her and grabbed at her ass cheeks. He squeezed hard, but Jill guided his middle finger to her asshole. When he paused, she bucked her pussy hard into his face, causing his nose to sting and his eyes to water.



“Finger my asshole.” Jill whispered.



Brian’s cock twitched. He was already hard, but now he was afraid he might come before he even had a chance to make love to her.



Brian licked Jill’s pussy faster as he carefully slid his middle finger into Jill’s rectum.



He had only pushed an inch of his finger inside when Jill let out a loud moan.



“That’s it! Yes!” Jill cried.



Brian pushed his finger in further, and Jill grabbed his wrist. He began to withdraw his finger from her asshole – afraid he’d hurt her – but Jill stopped him. Instead, she pulled his arm so his finger would go in deeper. She wanted him to finger-fuck her ass. He pumped his finger into Jill’s bottom faster and faster as he struggled to keep his mouth on her pussy.



In what would have sounded like a cry of pain to anyone else, Jill came hard. She flooded Brian’s mouth as her anus cut off all circulation to his finger.



Brian knew that Jill could have multiple waves of orgasm, so he continued to lap at her gushing pussy until she finally asked him to stop.



“It’s okay. I’m good. That was fantastic.” Jill panted.



She pushed him back, stood up, and then turned around. She crawled up on the bed on all fours with her ass facing him, then bent down to her elbows.



“If you promise to be quick, you can come in my ass, sweetheart.” Jill said as she looked over her shoulder. “It’s okay. We’ll just take another shower.”



Brian was beside himself. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into her, but he also knew that she hadn’t liked the two previous times he had wanted to fuck her in the ass. The fact that she wasn’t only willing, but asking him…



“My pussy first, please.” Jill startled him. “I don’t want you tearing me apart.”



Brian easily slid his swollen dick inside her wet cunt. She pushed back against him, forcing his entire length inside.



“There, that should do it, don’t you think?” Jill asked. She sounded almost drunk.



She pulled forward until just the head of Brian’s dick remained inside her pussy. Brian waited for a moment, then withdrew his slick member and placed the head at her puckered asshole.



Jill moved back as he held his tool steady. There was resistance at first, but she pushed back harder until the head of Brian’s cock disappeared inside her rectum.



Jill exhaled deeply.



Brian felt her relax and pushed himself in a little deeper.



Jill clenched the bed sheets. This hurt. She wasn’t sure what made her think it would be any different, and right now it hurt.



“Wait a minute.” Jill interrupted. “Come lay down. I want to be on top.”



Brian did as he was told and Jill positioned herself so she could ease herself down on him.



He had a perfect view of her bald pussy. He still couldn’t believe she did that.



She squeezed his dick hard as she guided it into her asshole, this time with less resistance.



As Brian’s come filled her bowels, Jill felt less and less pain. She bounced on his cock three more times before it popped out of her ass, followed by a seemingly endless stream of semen.



Jill leaned forward and kissed Brian all over his face.



“Thank you.” Jill said between kisses. “Thank you for fucking me in the ass, sweetheart.”



“Anytime?” Brian asked. “What’s gotten into you – not that I’m complaining?”



“I don’t know. I just felt like getting a little wild with my husband. Okay?” Jill asked as she stepped off the bed. Come dripped down her legs and she quickly stepped into the shower.



Brian laid there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, while their daughter, Andi, quietly sneaked back into her room. He didn’t realize she needed to come home to grab some clothes for the weekend.



“Way to go, mom and dad.” Andi whispered. She witnessed her parent’s sex act from behind the partially opened bedroom door. Like her mother, Andi would get very wet when aroused, and the crotch of her jeans was soaked.



“That was awesome.”

As the electric golf cart rumbled along the path away from the eighteenth hole, it’s driver was excited and impatient.



“Well, come on, girl! Don’t keep me in suspense. How did I do?!”



The teenager sitting directly behind her frowned, trying to tot up the figures scratched onto the score card despite the swaying of the cart and the way she kept getting jostled by a bag of golf clubs.



“Just give me a minute, would you?” answered Daisy Newton grumpily.



Well aware of why her friend was having so much trouble but unable to resist a little good-natured teasing, the young woman sitting next to her inquired sweetly, “Are you running out of fingers? Maybe you should take your shoes off and count toes, as well.”



Daisy didn’t even bother to look over at her. “Quiet, Cindy.”



“It’s okay, really. I mean, sure it’ll stink, but I’m sure we could hold our breaths until your done,” Cindy Haltom continued with a giggle.



“I said, be quiet,” she told her, giving her a sideways look and a little smirk. “You don’t want me to come over there.”



Both of the two younger women in the back seat of this lumbering, oversized golf cart were college girls who had taken jobs here at the Brookhaven Country Club to earn themselves a little spending money. Not only did the club pay more than any fast food place would have, the working conditions were much better and the club members tended to be not only well off, but big tippers. That the two club members who were now sitting in front of them also offered certain very enjoyable extracurricular opportunities was an unexpected and unusual but not unwelcome bonus.



Though Cindy and Daisy had only met each other relatively recently, they had nonetheless become fast friends. That process had been helped considerably by certain events that had occurred the last couple of times they had caddied for these two women, events that made it permissible for them to relate to these two in a much more relaxed way that they ever could with any of the club’s other members.



“Hush, the both of you,” Cassie Johnston told them, carefully steering the cart and ignoring the chuckles from the woman beside her. She didn’t want to stray off the path and have that lunatic groundskeeper feel the need to bark at her again for tearing up the fairways. “What’s the matter back there, girl? Weren’t you just bragging that you were getting straight A’s in that trigonometry class? I wouldn’t have thought you would have so much trouble with a little adding.”



Daisy heaved a frustrated sigh, looking up at last from the card. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Johnston, but it’s just a little hard to do when I’m bouncing around like this. To tell the truth, I think I’m getting a little car sick.”



“Well why didn’t you say so, girl?! We can fix that right now.”



There was a small stand of trees up in front of them, the path curving around it before continuing on up to the course’s club house, so Cassie pulled over to the side and stopped where they would have some shade from the summer sun. “Okay then, let’s see how fast you can get those numbers added up now.”



Sitting beside her in the golf cart’s front seat, Brenda Andrews just shook her head as she watched her best friend eagerly twist sideways in her seat just as soon as they were stopped so that she could watch the younger woman do her figuring.



Members in good standing at the club and lifelong friends, Cassie and Brenda were now in the twilight of long, happy lives. Retirement was treating them both well and, finding themselves financially comfortable and with copious amounts of leisure time, they were thoroughly enjoying spending that time with their husbands, their children, and their grandchildren. However, they also held a secret that would have scandalized their families, not to mention all of their society friends. It was this secret that had led to their becoming so very friendly with these two young caddies and specifically asking for them whenever they wanted to go golfing.



“You’d better hurry, Daisy,” Brenda was telling the teenager “She’s getting herself so wound up that I’m starting to worry she’s going to have a seizure or something.”



“Just one more minute. I’m almost done.” In fact it was just under a minute before Daisy finished her work. “Done!”



Cassie practically snatched the score card away from the girl, pointedly ignoring her friend’s disapproving frown as she quickly scanned the numbers. Suddenly she was laughing and bouncing in her seat, going so far as to punch a fist into the air and even letting out a whoop.



“So, did you do well, Mrs. Johnston?” Cindy had waited until she’d paused to catch his breath, asking her question in a voice whose innocence was belied by the smile quirking her lips.



“I did it!” Cassie crowed. “I finally did it!”



Brenda was leaning closer to get a look at that score card, trying to figure out what had her so excited. “You did?”



“I did!” Cassie met her halfway by thrusting the card out under her nose for just a moment, then flashing it at each of the girl’s behind them in turn. “After a lifetime of playing this stupid game, I’ve finally managed to come in under par!”



This was obviously a big deal to her and so the other three each took a moment to put aside the playful teasing and offer their sincere congratulations, all of them genuinely happy for her.



“Thank you, thank you. I can’t wait to show this to my husband, Jack. He’ll probably swallow his dentures when he hears that I pulled this off before he did.” She turned back to face forward again, settling into her chair and positively beaming at that wondrous and historic score card. “You know what? I just might even frame this thing!”



“If you’re going to do that, dear,” Brenda told him with a grin, “I would get it blown up first. That way you won’t have to go find your bifocals every time you want to have a look at it.”



“Oh, har, har.” Cassie ignored both the jibe and the giggling from the backseat, far too delighted with her accomplishment to really be annoyed with all of this teasing. “Your just jealous that you can’t do it. What was your score again?” Her hand darted out and grabbed her friend’s card before she could get rid of it. “Oh, yes, you ended up with better than twice the par score, didn’t you?”



The old woman next to her responded only with a sour look, sticking her tongue out at her.



“Don’t get me wrong, it’s always great fun to spend a day out here with you two ladies, but if this club didn’t pay so well, you wouldn’t see me anywhere near a golf course. It just seems like kind of a dumb game to me,” Cindy confessed.



Cassie looked back at her, raising an eyebrow. “And how would you know, young lady? Exactly how many golf balls have you ever hit?”



“None at all,” the girl readily admitted. “But then I don’t really have the time what with beating all the boys off with a stick.” She playfully posed herself just a little to emphasize her point as she added, “In case you haven’t noticed, I happen to be one fabulous babe.”



“You certainly are.” Daisy’s response was not quite under her breath as she dragged her eyes slowly over her friend in open admiration.



The older woman ahead of her grunted in agreement, her own eyes on the firm young breasts that were now jutting towards her so conspicuously, but tried to cover it with some obviously fake coughing.



It occurred to Cassie that a little celebration of her marvelous achievement was in order and the thought of having it right here on the golf course, the very scene of this triumph, was just too perfect an idea to let slip by. However lovely she was though, it was not Cindy who would be going to this party with her.



As subtly as she could, she took a look around the parked cart to see where the club house was from here and how far away the other golfers were today. Next, she turned her gaze onto the little clump of trees, judging how large the stand was and if the trees were growing thick enough to keep her celebration out of sight.



The other three in the cart just watched all this and waited, well aware of what was coming and finding Cassie’s attempt to be discrete a trifle amusing.



“You know,” Cassie announced at length, trying hard to make it sound like a mere afterthought and not at all succeeding, “I seem to recall that the last time I was up here playing with Jack, one of my balls went off into these very trees.”



Daisy and Cindy were smiling openly at the blatant lie – choosing not to mention just how far off course this imaginary ball would have to have been to end up clear down here in the trees. It was Brenda who decided to see where her best friend was going with this.



“So?”



“So, as long as we’re right here, I thought I’d go and see if I could find it.” Before any of the others could react to that statement, she was already pushing herself up and out of the cart, pausing a moment to enjoy a nice stretch.



Cindy couldn’t just let it pass without comment though and challenged her with a knowing smirk. “But you’ve got plenty of golf balls, Mrs. Johnston. Why go hunting through the undergrowth for one you must have lost close to a month ago?”



She scowled at the teen. “Young lady, aren’t you the one who’s always telling me about conservation and recycling? Seems to me that you’d be glad to know I wasn’t littering the landscape with golf balls. Besides, those things don’t grow on trees. There’s no point in just leaving it out here to go to waste.”



She turned away and took a step or two towards the trees, rubbing her chin speculatively. “Daisy, maybe you should come and give me a hand with this. All I know is that the damn ball is in here somewhere, but I don’t have the foggiest idea where and young eyes are always the keenest.”



Daisy gave the other two a wink and climbed out of the cart. “Sure, Mrs. Johnston.” She took a moment to reach into one of the golf bags to retrieve a putter and a small package before moving to Cassie’s side. The older woman claimed the golf club from her immediately to use as a walking stick on the uneven ground in there.



Trouble-maker that she was, Cindy couldn’t resist. “Do you want me to come help, too?”



It was plain that she didn’t. “Um, no, you’d better stay there and keep an eye on Brenda.”



The golfer and her caddy slipped between the trees and were soon out of sight. Only then did Cindy and Brenda give in and laugh out loud.



“I can’t believe that Mrs. Johnston still goes to all that trouble when she wants to get laid,” Cindy said, wiping the tears from her eyes.



Brenda shrugged, a big smile on her face. “What you must understand, dear, is that we grew up in more modest times. Cassie doesn’t like to talk about her sex life and honestly does hope that we don’t know that she’s dragging Daisy off into those woods to screw her brains out.”



Cindy scooted up to the edge of her seat behind the older woman. “Do you want to sneak in there and watch my friend give your’s a work out?”



Brenda shook her head, laughing. “I think Cassie would die if she ever found out that she’d fucked in front of an audience.”



Cindy chuckled too, gently pulling some of the older woman’s hair back to better expose her neck. “I guess we’ll just have to have to have our own fun then.” Bending in, she planted a feather light kiss on the side of her neck.



A shiver of pleasure coursed through Brenda, a sigh escaping her lips.



* * *



Cassie led the way into the woods and, though she had claimed to be hunting for a lost ball, she didn’t spend a whole lot of time studying the ground under her feet or poking around in the undergrowth.



Instead, she was searching out something very specific.



What she wanted was a nice, open space where they would have some room to move around, but that also had a good screen of trees around it which would shield her and her caddy from view. The club house was not overly far away from here and, knowing that some people occasionally used binoculars to watch the golfers from the big windows, the last thing she wanted was to inadvertantly give someone an eyeful. Likewise, she did not want to be anywhere that could be seen by anyone else who happened to be on the course today or even by the couple they had left behind in the golf cart.



It was not such an easy place to find considering how small this stand of trees was, but she finally found a patch of ground that pleased her.



She dropped her putter and turned then to face the younger woman, a smile tugging at her lips.



Considering that she had brought along that package, there was no question that Daisy knew what they had really come here for and so Cassie didn’t have to waste time with subtlety or seduction. Seeing the answering smile the coed wore was the final piece of evidence that told her that Daisy not only knew what they were here for, but was fully prepared to let it happen.



Cassie motioned the young woman forward, taking the package from her when she obeyed and letting it fall carelessly to the ground.



The last few inches between the two women were quickly closed as Cassie slipped one arm around her caddy’s middle and pulled her firmly up against herself, her other hand rising to the back of Daisy’s head. The young woman responded by enfolding her in a tight embrace and allowing herself to be kissed tenderly on the lips.



That first kiss was followed by another and then another. Each was deeper than the last, more passionate and more hungry. Soft growls of pleasure were rising from the backs of their throats even before their lips parted so that their tongues could wrestle and dance together. Both were left breathless when the kissing stopped, their eyes dancing.



“Mmmmm,” Cassie sighed. “I think one of the best decisions I ever made was letting you seduce me, you horny little slut.”



The caddy seemed surprised. “Me? As I recall, this was all your idea, Cassie Johnston.”



Cassie laughed, kissing her again. “You may be right, but it was still a good idea.”



* * *



“Oh, my, God,” the old woman whispered huskily. “Oh, that feels so good.”



Reaching around the seat and the woman who was in it, Cindy stroked Brenda’s face gently even as she kissed her cheek, nibbled at her neck, and traced the contours of her ear with her tongue. Brenda’s eyelids were fluttering and she was moaning softly, both hands griping the body of the golf cart so tightly that her knuckles had turned white.



Cindy was breathing hard as she worked and her face was flushed, enjoying this every bit as much as her victim was.



At length, that caressing hand drifted down from Brenda’s face and claimed her throat, at one point tenderly stroking it and at another firmly griping it. It was an expression of ownership and control that nobody else in all the world would dare try with this rich and well connected woman and it never failed to make Brenda Andrews weak in the knees, panting for air as she put herself completely at her young lover’s mercy.



Cindy continued to work with her lips and her hand, slowly and carefully turned the bonfire of desire within the other woman into a blazing and uncontrollable inferno. She was always amazed by how readily Brenda responded to even a little domination and suspected that she would have made someone a marvelous little love slave if someone had only brought out her submissive side a little earlier.



Leaning forward a little more to look down the woman’s front, Cindy found more evidence of Brenda’s arousal. Her large nipples were so hard at that point that she wondered how they could possibly not be punching holes straight through her top. The girl smiled, well pleased with the way things were going.



Glancing around quickly to make sure that they were still all alone and that none of the distant golfers seemed to be paying any attention to this stopped cart or the clump of trees, the coed smiled deviously.



With this woman already putty in her hands, it was time to get a lot more intimate.



* * *



Cassie now found herself backed up against a tree with her blouse wide open, the front catch of her bra open. She still had the generously sized breasts that used to wow the guys back when she was in her prime, but these days they sagged quite a bit without the support of her bra. Daisy was undeterred by this however.



It was with quite a bit of relish that the girl was feasting on the other woman’s breasts, both hands ceaselessly moving all over those big udders.



Moaning in a deep and husky voice as she enjoyed her young lover’s efforts, letting out a little yelp whenever the girl gave the tender flesh a little nip, Cassie cradled Cindy’s head in both hands and just let her do whatever she liked. Certainly, she had never yet had cause to complain about anything this talented lady might wish to do with her.



“Oh, Daisy . . .” she panted needily.



That brought the caddy’s head up and she met the older woman’s eyes with a wide smile.



Backing off a step or two in order to give herself some room while still remaining close enough to interfere with Cassie’s heart rate, Daisy started to strip off the tasteful but unflattering uniform the club demanded that all of it’s caddies wear. In no time at all, she had peeled off every last stitch of clothing she was wearing and struck a pose to give the old woman the full effect of her nudity.



As usual, Cassie was left utterly speechless when she was faced with such a vision. She was not silent though as an urgent, keening whine rose from her.



When Daisy then motioned her forward, Cassie came at a run.



A moment later found the old woman kneeling on the carpet of grass with the girl standing over her, one leg raised and hooked over Cassie’s shoulder. With both hands raised to firmly clasp her young lover’s taut buttocks – which had the added benefit of helping to support the now precariously balanced girl, Cassie was hungrily devouring the college girl’s juicy cunt. Moaning ecstatically as she was eaten alive, Daisy had both hands on the other woman’s head and was pushing her face ever more firmly into her boiling depths.



Cassie was a skillful carpet-muncher and they both knew that it would not be long before Daisy was coming with numbing force.



* * *



Cindy no longer had the other woman by the throat.



That hand had drifted farther down and come to rest for a time on Brenda’s chest, just above the full swell of her bosom. Cindy’s other hand was now on the side of the older woman’s face, turning her head so that she could kiss her long and hard full on the mouth, their tongues dueling and wrestling fiercely.



It was only after they considered each other thoroughly kissed that the hand Cindy had on the older woman’s chest started to move again. Pulling her head back at long last, Cindy just gazed silently into her eyes as her nimble fingers worked to unbutton Brenda’s blouse, pulling it wide open to reveal everything within. Breathing hard, her heart pounding so hard and fast it felt like it might burst right through her rib cage, letting out long and shuddering sighs every time the younger woman’s fingertips so much as brushed her skin, Brenda seemed transfixed by what she saw in Cindy’s eyes and never once looked away from them.



Never once looking down at what she had just uncovered for fear of breaking that nearly mystical connection their eyes seemed to have formed, Cindy let her hand come to rest again on the other woman’s chest. This time it was skin against skin though, flesh against flesh, and the reaction from Cindy was so much stronger.



Unable to catch her breath, the old woman let out a hoarse, gasping moan and trembled under her young lover’s practiced touch.



Cindy’s hand started to drift downwards, moving slowly and caressingly over the plump breasts that were there.



The sensations rushing through Brenda were clearly almost more than she could bear and that trembling was becoming more pronounced by the moment. Her mouth was open, her lips formed into an “O” shape, but this time there was no way she could have made any kind of sound at all as all her breath was needed for respiration.

Later, in calmer times when nobody was groping her, she would wonder if being with this young girl might be dangerous. The way the girl aroused such incredibly intense feelings in her occasionally made her wonder if Cindy’s attentions might one day give her a heart attack or a stroke or something. It was something that she thought about, but it was not enough to scare her away from her young mistress.



With a husband who was much more concerned these days with puttering around in his little work shop than in seeing to his wife’s very real needs, these little trysts with Cindy were just about the only sex she was having anymore.



Besides, if you have to go, why not leave this earth joyously happy and with the biggest smile possible on your face?



Meanwhile, Cindy was starting to notice something as her hand covered more and more of that silky smooth titty flesh. She could feel lots and lots of Brenda to be sure, but she wasn’t encountering very much in the way of underwear. She knew for a fact that her lover had worn a bra today, but she was surprised to realize that there wasn’t a whole lot to it.



Unable to resist, she had to look down to see for herself what her lover had worn to the golf course today. Her eyes widened when she saw that it was one of those little shelf bras that gave a girl support, but also left almost the entire boob exposed. Why, she could ever see the nipples, which by now looked as hard as diamonds! This was the kind of thing that the girl imagined strippers and prostitutes would wear and she was plainly shocked to find it adorning a dignified member of high society.



Her eyes rose to meet Brenda’s again and the older woman looked away shyly, her face a blazing red.



“I knew I was going to see you today,” Brenda offered in a hushed voice, sounding like she was hoping for the younger woman’s approval. “I wanted to wear something sexy for you. Walking around in front of everyone in something like this . . .” Her voice trailed off for a moment as she finally dared to raise her head and meet the girl’s eyes again. “I felt like such a slut.”



Cindy held the old woman’s gaze for a long moment – an instant when the whole world seemed to stand still for Brenda as she awaited the girl’s verdict.



Then, Brenda suddenly found herself being kissed passionately, their lips crushing together as the girl all but shoved her tongue down her throat. At the same time, the hand on her breast closed around the peak, pinching and tugging and twisting that sensitive nipple good and hard and causing her to gasp as electric jolts coursed through her entire body. She had never felt anything so intense before and her brain was on the verge of overloading as she was handled so very roughly.



At that moment, she was so very glad that she happened to be sitting down right now as Brenda was positive her legs would never have been able to support her.



Drawing her face back again, Cindy spoke in a firm, confident voice that would brook no argument or denial. “Did I ever mention how much I like slutty older women?”



As she was kissed again, Brenda all but swooned in the girl’s arms.



* * *



The signs were unmistakable – Daisy was going to have a huge orgasm.



Her breath was coming in short, violent gasps, her eyes were rolling back in her head, her whole body was swaying wildly and would surely have toppled over by now had the woman beneath her not been supporting her, and she was rubbing Cassie’s face good and hard into her cunt to liberally coat her with her love.



Cassie literally gloried in the fact that she had the power and the skill to make someone feel so very good.



She had a great many fond memories of making her husband writhe and wail just like this over the course of their long and happy marriage, but that was apparently all in the past now. It had been ages since anything even slightly romantic had happened in their bedroom and so it was probably not too surprising that she should have ended up in the arms of another.



The problem was that the passing years were taking their toll on him and he had a lot of trouble these days getting his little soldier to stand at attention for her. She had certainly suggested that he might need to seek out some help, but his male ego was far too strong and so he could not admit either to himself or to some specialist that he was having trouble in that area. She had perhaps gone a bit too far in trying to badger him into admitting that their was a problem and so now he tended to shy away from his own wife whenever the mood turned even the slightest bit romantic.



Cassie had such a strong sex drive that she figured that she would have keeled over from frustration by now if Daisy hadn’t started picking up the slack every once in a while.



Speaking of which, Cassie now judged her girl to be teetering at the edge of the chasm and so she was more than happy to push her over the brink by sliding one long finger all the way up into her ass.



Daisy finally lost all control then and succumbed to a massive climax.



It was very fortunate that she had been having so much trouble catching her breath as the noise she made when she came would otherwise have been heard for miles around. Certainly, the couple waiting for them in the golf cart would have heard it anyway and that would have been very embarrassing to Cassie. It was not that she was under any illusions that they didn’t know why she had really dragged Daisy off into these trees, but that also didn’t mean they had to be completely obvious about it.



Daisy’s legs were like rubber as she climbed off the older woman and so Cassie had to move quickly as she stood back up or she might well have collapsed to the ground. Standing in the middle of that small clearing and cradling this young woman in her arms, she could do little more than wait for her caddy to catch her second wind.



Thanks to the boundless energy of youth, the wait would be a short one, thankfully.



Once Daisy had her feet back under her and was able to stand up all by herself, she turned a rather dazed but happy smile on the older woman. It made her laugh to see this upper crust woman who normally didn’t have so much as a hair out of place with her face so thoroughly splattered with her juices and Cassie laughed along with her.



“I’m really going to have to work to get you cleaned up before anybody sees you.”



Cassie was sure the young woman would do a good job at making her look presentable, but that was for later. There were other matters they urgently needed to take care of right now. To make sure that point was well understood, she gave her a snug squeeze and pressed a loving kiss to Daisy’s lips.



“It’s my turn.”



Daisy’s smile got even bigger. “I think you’re right. Am I right in assuming that you want the usual?”



“That’s right.”



Pulling free of the other woman’s embrace at long last, the girl hurried away to where they had dropped that little package they had brought along from the golf cart. Giving her lover a wicked little smirk, she opened it up and reached inside, pulling out a long, thick strap-on dildo that was ribbed for her pleasure.



Cassie had certainly seen this sex toy before, but it always gave her a huge thrill when she saw it in the hands of this girl because she knew full well that the girl knew what to do with it.



“You’d better brace yourself, baby, ’cause here I come, ready or not,” Daisy purred, her voice positively smokey as she put on that big tool.



Cassie moaned deeply, her whole body shaking as fingers made clumsy with passion hurried to get off the rest of her clothes.



* * *



Back in the golf cart, still perched in her seat and still tangled up in the girl who was perched on the edge of the seat behind her, Brenda barely knew which way was up anymore.



The whole world had contracted for her so that nothing else seemed to exist but that little electric vehicle and the couple who were aboard it. Anyone at all, including her husband, could have been standing right next to them but it was doubtful that the old woman would have noticed.



Instead, the only thing on her mind right now was how deeply and passionately she was being kissed and how wonderful it felt to have her breasts groped by her precious lover.



She would have been more than happy to stay right there forever.



The girl behind her was not going to be content to leave things as they stood, though. Breaking off the endless kisses again and taking another precautionary look around to make sure all was well, Cindy then turned her attention to the other delights the older woman had in store for her.



To the accompaniment of a frustrated moan of disappointment from the old woman, the teen’s hand abandoned the heaving bosom it had been so enthusiastically working over. Cindy’s hand moved farther and farther down until it reached the top of the other woman’s slacks. As she realized just where the young woman was going, Brenda’s annoyance vanished in an instant and she cried out in ecstatic delight.



Opening the front of the other woman’s jeans, Cindy slid her hand right down inside them and her panties, too.



As she opened her legs wide to surrender her swampy cunt to the girl’s ministrations, Brenda’s own hands were by now griping the body of the golf cart so hard that the young woman would have sworn that she could hear the distinctive sound of bending metal. The girl loved that the older woman was so eager to give herself up to her, loved that she was responding so powerfully to every last thing she did to her.



Cindy ran her thumb over the large, vibrating bump that was the married woman’s clitoris while at the same time driving two fingers over and over again deep into her juicy, burning center. She played her lover’s body like a virtuoso musician, knowing just what needed to be done to deliver the best performance possible, and Brenda promptly lost her mind as a result.



With one arm wrapped snugly around Brenda’s shoulders, cradling her comfortably during the onslaught, Cindy used her fingers to fuck her lover relentlessly through a blistering orgasm. The teen did not stop there though and just kept right on going, determined to give her another.



And perhaps more.



* * *



Stripped of the last vestiges of her clothing to reveal the mature, overweight woman that had been lurking within, Cassie was once more on her knees in front of her teenaged lover.



Standing over her and wearing nothing but a skillfully crafted fake dick supported in a leather harness, the girl had one hand perched on her hip and the other griping the dildo’s thick shaft. The cocky smirk on her lips said that she knew full well just how imposing and beautiful she must have appeared to the society lady beneath her.



With her stylish and expensive clothing all gone, Cassie found herself completely stripped of all of the pretensions of power and superiority that wealth can bring. Looking up at the middle-class young woman standing over her with wide eyes and an open mouth, Cassie did not even try to conceal the outright awe she held her in at times like this.



Reaching out to grab herself a big fistful of Cassie’s hair, Daisy brought the bulbous tip of her fake cock right to the old woman’s lips. Trembling with anticipation and lust, Cassie eagerly open her mouth to admit it.



Daisy pushed her hips forward to insert the head of her long, fat dildo, watching intently as the old woman licked and sucked and worshiped at it as if it were real. Had she been a man, she was sure that Cassie’s ministrations would have swiftly driven her to her knees in ecstacy.



Her eyes rising to meet and hold her caddy’s, her hands stroking and fondling the dildo, Cassie worked the sex toy over with all the skill of a prostitute as she lavished her love on it.



Daisy just held onto the other woman’s head with both hands, meanwhile, waiting until they were both sure that the strap-on was as slippery and slimy as possible with the society dame’s saliva.



Drawing her cock back out of the woman’s mouth then, Daisy gave her a wicked grin.



“Assume the position.”



* * *



Brenda had taken the time to fix her pants so that they wouldn’t drop and trip her up as she awkwardly climbed out of the golf cart, but she was perfectly content to let her top continue to hang wide open. Leaning heavily against the side of the vehicle as her legs were more than a little unsteady after everything that had been done to her today, she turned to move back to her young mistress.



Cindy permitted a smile as she watched the older woman stumble along, but also kept a close eye on her in case she lost her balance and fell.



The girl got her slacks unfastened quickly and pushed them all the way down around her ankles, swiveling her knees wide apart to expose her crotch. Cindy hooked her fingers into her panties and pulled them aside, completely revealing her hot, wet twat to her lover’s very interested eyes. There were not words enough to describe just how much it pleased her to see Brenda’s eyes light up at the sight of her most intimate area.



Leaning against the side of the cart, Brenda reached up to firmly caress one of her young mistresses breasts with one hand while the other ended up on the girl’s knee. As that second hand prowled upward along her inner thigh, inexorably closing in on her aroused and dripping cunt, Brenda was delighted to see a shuddering moan go rippling through the girl.



Brenda wanted to take her time, wanted to tease and tantalize this young lady until she was wailing in ecstacy and begging for release, but she was far too desperate to have this sexy little girl right now to play any games.



Since her back would have made it uncomfortable to try to bend over and eat this girl out, the old woman instead started to press her hand deeper and deeper into Cindy’s liquid depths. The girl let out a loud groan as her lover’s hand slowly but steadily filled up her pussy and now it was she who was griping the cart so tightly that the metal was creaking.



The two women looked nowhere but into each other’s eyes as Brenda slowly but surely drove her entire hand into the younger woman right up to her wrist, her other hand still holding on to a firm tit. It was debatable which of them let out the loudest groan once that hand was finally fully seated in that tight little twat.



Brenda found a moment then to wonder what her husband would think if he ever discovered her in a moment like this, whether her grandchildren would even recognize this woman consumed with animal lust for a girl. She wondered which would upset them more – that she was cheating on her husband, or that the person she was having sex with was a member of a lower class. She thanked God regularly that she hadn’t let affluence turn her into a pompous snob and wondered where she had gone wrong with her kids.



A whimper of desire from Cindy brought her reflections to an end though, returning her to the present. Her young lover needed her full attention and she needed it now.



Brenda went right to work fist-fucking her mistress. She pumped her arm back and forth, twisted her hand this way and that, varied the angle and speed of her thrusts, and otherwise did everything possible to drive this little girl straight out of her mind. They had been very lucky to have had so much time alone to play in this very public place and she was beginning to worry that their luck would not hold out for much longer, so she made up her mind that she was going to bring Cindy off hard and fast.



In this, she was spectacularly successful.



* * *



Cassie couldn’t possibly have been happier than she was at that moment.



While some might say that it was just one more unfortunate stereotype to say that a proctologist should be just as interested in all things anal outside of the office as they were while on the job, a lifetime of being married to one had made her see it as a truism instead. Her husband might not be of much use to her in the bedroom these days, but he had at least succeeded in getting her hooked on butt fucking and she was delighted to have a lover who understood when she needed a fix and could be so enthusiastic about giving it to her.



Bent over somewhat awkwardly with her legs well apart, bracing herself against one of the trees, Cassie was in seventh heaven as that big dildo stretched her sphincter wide open, filling up her tail pipe like her husband could have only dreamed of doing. Her lover was right behind her, holding onto her hips firmly with both hands as she urged that sex toy ever farther into her until it’s full length was sheathed.



“Oh, yeah, girl!” she cried, her eyes tightly closed and a few tears leaking out as she endured this exquisite torment. “Take me! Fuck my fat ass!”



Daisy moved only a little, making the fake cock bump and wiggle inside the other woman in a way that stole the older woman’s breath away for a moment. To this, she added a sharp and well-timed slap across Cassie’s fleshy buttocks, but for the moment she denied her the shafting she so clearly craved.



“Please, baby!” Cassie wailed desperately, perfectly willing to do whatever it took to make this young woman do her. “I need it bad and I need it now! Fuck me now!”



Daisy gave those broad buttocks one more harsh slap and then eagerly went to work. Starting slowly with only the shortest of strokes, she let the speed and force of her thrusts build smoothly until she was slamming it home over and over again in a steady and relentless rhythm. The way Cassie grunted and moaned blissfully was ample evidence of how much she was enjoying this shafting, taking everything the girl could give and pleading for more.



Using every last ounce of will power she possessed and all the tricks she had learned over a long lifetime of fucking, the mature woman held out desperately, wanting to make this experience last just as long as possible. Daisy was always amazed at just how good her lover was at that and it really was quite some time before the old woman finally lost control and was wracked by what must have been a huge orgasm.



Daisy slowed down what she was doing and rode out the climax with her, one hand moving up to claim one of those big, dangling breasts, finally finishing with their bodies molded to each other and the dildo entirely sheathed in the old woman’s ass.



* * *



It was quite some time after they first entered the trees that Cassie and Daisy finally staggering back out of them, much the worse for wear.



Though the couple had cleaned themselves up as best they could and gotten their clothes back on, they still bore little resemblance to the couple who had been playing golf on this course earlier. Still, they were confident that they had done enough repairs that no one back at the club would realize that their disarray had been caused by illicit sex. A quick shower in the club house’s locker room would surely be enough to get rid of the last few traces of evidence.



It must be said that Cassie looked radiantly happy and was positively glowing. Since she was also walking with such an awkward gait and leaning heavily on the putter she was using as a walking stick, it wasn’t surprising that Daisy looked very pleased with herself as she carried her package under one arm.



At the golf cart, they found their friends waiting for them.



Though they too had their clothing back in order, they also looked every bit as disheveled and wiped out as Cassie and Daisy felt and were wearing beatific smiles, so it was clear to them both that Brenda had not missed out on the chance to spend some quality time with the other girl, either. It was totally beyond her how anybody could enjoy a tryst while having to wonder all the time if someone was going to catch them red-handed.



She allowed her lover to help her back into the cart’s driver seat, then waited as the girl quickly and carefully stored away both the putter and the package. The two older women watched with wide smiles as Daisy then remounted the golf cart, settling in next to her fellow caddy.

As I stated in “Ideal Day One” there are many “ideal” days when one thinks about the various ways one can have sex with his or her partner. Following along on that theme, I give you another version of what might be “Ideal”.



I woke up and saw that Lynn was lying on her stomach. That is our favorite position for me to play with her pussy so I moved over to wake her up and watch her ass move. With one hand under her teasing her clit ever so gently, I slipped two fingers of my other hand into her pussy. Arching up against my hand allowed me to push them in deeper and gave me a great view of her beautiful ass.



Soon she is humping against my thrusts hard and fast, an indicator to pull my fingers out and allow her to rub her own clit against my fingers. Moving her ass faster and faster she was able to bring herself right to the brink of orgasm. When she arched her ass up high, I knew to start finger fucking her cunt while rubbing her clit hard and fast with the other hand. After a few seconds of this action she is squirting with every twitch and begging me to stop, which I do after a few minutes.



After bringing her a warm washrag from the bathroom I head to the kitchen to fix us breakfast. Wearing my thong to keep certain items safe and the kitchen sanitary, I make us pancakes and sausage. When breakfast was ready Lynn came to the table wearing just a house dress, telling me that this was going to be a fun day.



As often happens, anticipation is better than reality and it was lunch time before we could even consider any more “fun” activities. Once I had fixed and served us both a grilled cheese sandwich and chips, I cleaned up the dishes before going to the bedroom to insert our smallest butt plug, held in with the thong. I wore that while out doing work in the shop. After an hour I removed the small butt plug and moved on to a bigger plug before getting us both sodas and starting an X-rated movie. Thinking ahead, I had preloaded a video of women fucking guys with strap-on dildos. Half way through the movie I remove the butt plug and hand Lynn our double ended dildo. Pulling off her house dress she placed the dildo between her legs and against her pussy. After lubing up the exposed portion of the dildo I turn to face the TV and sit down on the dildo so she can fuck me with it while we watch a favorite scene. While I move slowly up and down on the dildo we describe what we each like about the scene on the TV.



Increasing my speed I can tell that my climax is building. Grabbing the towel we placed on the couch I cum while Lynn continues to pull me down on the dildo. Replacing the dildo with the large butt plug and my thong to keep it in place, I start to play with her pussy again. Once that play has either made her come or has me hard again (or both) we trade places and she sits on my cock while playing with her clit until she climaxes.



The rest of the afternoon is spent doing various hobbies and preparing dinner for both of us. After dinner I remove the big butt plug before climbing on the bed with my ass in the air and my head down. In position behind me, Lynn takes the double headed dildo and puts it in place between her legs again, making sure it is lubed up well on my end, but dry on her end so that she can maintain a grip. When she has the dildo in place against my ass I start pushing back slowly. The feeling of the dildo moving in a fraction of an inch at a time drives me crazy. A few strokes this way and I feel Lynn’s hand reach up to grab my hips. I know that she is about to take control from me and use my ass as she pleases. All control is given freely over to her to do to me as she pleases. The next time the dildo is buried in my ass I start to move forward only to have her hold me back tight against her, giving short little pulls that seem to make the dildo go even deeper as her pussy juices run down over my balls. Pushing me forward slowly until the dildo is all but out of my ass she pulls back hard on my hips, ramming the dildo hard and deep into my ass, again holding me back so her pussy touches my balls again. This routine goes on for a few more strokes with some variations… first pulling out fast and back in slow until the dildo is nearly maxed out again before ramming it hard the last couple of inches in hard.



Soon all pretense of control is gone from her as well and she is just fucking ass hard and fast, using her hands on my hips for extra leverage. My cock is bouncing up and down while by balls are hitting her pussy with every thrust. Lucky for us I made sure there was a towel under us to catch my cum as I exploded. Getting even with me for not stopping earlier in the morning when she had came and I didn’t stop, she continued to slowly fuck my ass even as I slide down on my stomach and shuddered from the intensity of my climax.



Once I had calmed down we trade places and lick her pussy until she is ready to climax and I’m hard once again. Moving up I slide my cock into her pussy and fuck her while holding her legs up with my shoulders allowing the deepest penetration possible. Knowing that I would not last long in her sloppy wet pussy, she reached down to finger her clit hard and fast. When her cunt started to convulse and squeeze my cock I joined her in her climax.

Authors note: This is the first chapter of a series, from A to Z. So I hope you enjoy reading it, as much I’ve enjoyed writing it. And send some feedback about what you liked or didn’t like. All comments will be taken in consideration, to improve my writing on the next chapters.



I have to thank Adam and Sarah for their help and motivation.



The story is totally fictional, and all the characters are over 18, and just a figment of my imagination.




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Part 1 (The bet.)



It had been a long night, but it seemed that it would be over soon.



The room was dark, the lamp only shed its light on the green cloth of the poker table, a big pile of chips sat in the middle, and the flop read 4 of clubs, king of hearts and 10 of diamonds.



On the right side of the table, a big muscular hand, played with a couple of chips, picking them up, and putting them down, finally it stopped and threw them in the center pile, then reached for a small glass which was half full of a vintage whisky, lifted it up to the lips, brushing a little in the heavy beard.



The man was middle aged, bulky and had a black cowboy hat with a golden strip ,black satin shirt with golden embroidery and long sleeves, black denim jeans and black cowboy boots with golden spurs.



The man took a sip and then put it back on the table.



“5000,” said the dealer.



On the left side, a more delicate hand picked up the corner of the cards and then set them down, reaching for some chips it flicked them in the middle with no hesitation.



“I call.”



The dealer picked the next card, set it on the table and turned it.



“Turn card, 4 of hearts.”



A big smile started to breach through the thick beard.



“All in!” a strong voice said.



And with both hands, pushed the remaining piles forward.



On the other side, there was a young man with a black baseball cap with a green clover, brown leather jacket, black t-shirt, dark blue denim jeans, and brown suede shoes.



He had a different feeling however, the “cowboys” hidden below, were a good hand but, the smile on the other man’s face, started to put doubts on his poker face.



But this guy was a gambler, and he did his math, his full house was good enough, but even if his opponent had a pair of fours hidden, the river could bring another king and he would have the upper hand.



So after he rubbed the side of his head and sunglasses, he decided.



“All in, lets see it.”



The bearded man picked up the fours and turned them upside on the table.



The younger man on the other side showed his pair, and said, “Well, I figured, but I hope lady luck is on my side.”



“You need it son,” said the older man, as he picked up, the glass. He took it to is mouth, and with one flick of the wrist, poured it all inside. After the glass was drained he lowered his hand onto the table hard and said, “Let’s find out!”



The dealer placed the final card on the table, and turned it.



“River card, ace of spades.”



A look of dismay filled the young man’s face, and across the table a loud laughter echoed.



“It seems this lady has deserted you.”



This was the worst way the night could end. He came into this high stakes game to win, and repay his debt to the casino.



The owner was the other man on the table, and now he started to rub is hands.



“Well my friend, looks like you are in a bit of trouble. You started with a debt of $10,000, now it has doubled, and this was your deadline, so…” he leaned forward, and continued, “I don’t know, how you can repay me!”



Behind his sunglasses there was fear is his eyes, but he was trying to figure some way out of the hole he dug, and realized, he still had one card to play.



He reached inside the pocket of his jacket, and grabbed a little black book. He threw it on the table, and said, “Poker of queens, I win!”



The big bearded man, frowned looking surprised, but then changed into a smirk, and said, “Funny guy, I realize it’s April fools’ day, but you can’t fool me that easy!” and shook his finger left and right.



“Double or nothing!” the young man said in a very affirmative voice.



“What do you mean by that?!” he leaned back on his chair, and pointed at the young man’s face, “You lost pal!” and then pointed at book on the table, “And I don’t think that little back book is worth $20,000.”



The young man kept is posture and gave a rebuttal, “That book has the names of dozens of girls I dated.” he said pointing at the book, “And I bet you,” now he pointed at the casino owner, “I can bring them over to your casino and make them earn $1,000 each,” he said, picking $100 chips, “And then I’ll give it to you, until I repay my debt!” he said, throwing the chips across the table.



The bearded man knew he was a real womanizer that drew the ladies like a powerful magnet, so he figured, it wouldn’t be hard for him to do that part of the bet, but he still had to make them win $1,000 each, and that could prove to be more difficult, but not impossible, still he thought he could have a little more fun with it and still earn a little interest on that debt, so he proposed,



“Ok, I’ll take you up on that bet, but to make a bit more interesting, I have some conditions,” he lifted his hand, and showing one finger for each one, he continued, “1st- You can only bring one girl per day, 2nd- You can’t play with her money, only her, 3rd- You can only play one game per day, (ex: Poker, Blackjack, Roulette, Slots, Dice, etc), 4th- You must fuck them all in our private penthouse and we’ll tape it just to make sure, and finally…”



He lifted off his chair just enough to reach the black book, grabbed it and sat back, turned a couple of pages, then looked up and continued, “Since you want to play by the book,” he said with a smirk, “5th- You have to follow the order of the alphabet, and bring only one for each letter, and it ends only when our cashier receives the $1000 chip they won.”



He heard it all and swallowed a frog, that would be harder than he thought, so he tried to make a counter offer. “Maybe, if I…” but was interrupted by the strong voice.



“No maybes, TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT!!!” he said as he hit his fist on the table.



The young man knew he had no other way out of this, so he did the only thing he could do at this point, he slowly lifted himself up off his chair, reached out, and said, “Can I have my black book back?”



The other man answered, “Of course! You’ll need it, and remember, if you don’t follow the rules, the deal will be off, so I better write them down.”



He picked up the black book, that was lying on the table and grabbed a pen from the pocket of his black satin shirt, pushed the button on top, and after the click, he started writing on a blank page.



Then he wrote the date and signed it, then dropped the pen and lifted his hand with his finger pointing at the young man, curled it, and said, “It’s your turn.”



He moved towards the other end of the table, and when he got there, picked up the pen and signed below the owners name. He then closed the book and put it back on its jacket pocket, setting the pen back on the table. He turned and started to head for the door, but was interrupted by the strong voice.



“Where are you going?”



He stopped, turned and said, “I think we’re done, right?”



“Wrong! I still haven’t told you the deadline.”



“Of course!” he lifted his hands to his forehead and immediately dropped them down, looking at the other man with an expression of anguish.



“You have exactly one month, starting now!” he said with his finger sticking up, and then, pressing it down on the table, “To come up with the goods, or else my friends here,” pointing at the two black goons who were standing by the door, “Will sent you to your mother in a little box, GOT IT?!” and pressed his finger on the young man’s gut.



“Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want, even if have to screw my mother, to get it. OK?” he said angrily.



A loud laughter filled the room, and was followed by,”Whatever way you like,” then raised his voice to say, “As long I get my money back!” he said, as he slammed his hand on the table, “Now get this piece of shit out my sight.”



With those words, one of the goons grabbed his arm, while the other opened the door.



“Easy, easy, I know my way out,” but he still was carried through a corridor and thrown flying out of a backdoor into an alley.



Fortunately he crashed on top of some trash bags, with leftovers from the kitchen, and besides some stains in his clothes, he had no injuries.



As he stood up on his feet, he realized a new day was dawning.



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Part 2 (A man on a mission.)



He tried to get some sleep, but the details of the bet, were still going through his head, and he was trying to piece them all together.



“Knock, Knock!”



The sound of knuckles on the door, alerted him, and from under the covers he groaned, “What?!”



“It’s almost 6 p.m. son, and you’re still in bed. Where were you last night?” his mother said while opening the door and walking in. She knew he was all grown up now, but it was just something all moms do.



“Oh, shit!” he realized it was getting late and still had a lot of planning to do.



“Watch your language young man!” she said with a reproving look.



“Sorry mom, got to run!” and with a leap he sprang out off bed into the bathroom.



After all the washing up, he went looking for the precious black book. It was in the pocket of his jacket as well as his cell phone. With one in each hand he jumped on the bed and started dialing.



About a hour later he had already a dozen girls lined up across the alphabet but there were still many blanks to fill.



Another hour had gone and the list was almost complete, this time only a handful of gaps were still on the list, but it was time to meet the first “victim”, and so he went to get dressed to “kill”.



He was a very good looking guy, above 6’0″ft tall, tanned and trimmed. He wore a tight black t-shirt, showing off his abs and chest, a dark grey suit and some sleek black shoes.



He picked the car keys from the dresser, then looked up to the mirror and winked. Then he adjusted his dark brown 007 style haircut, and caressed his clean shaved face.



He grabbed the sunglasses from the bedside table, placed them on his face, and pointed at the heart of his reflection, pretending to shoot the man on the mirror.



Then raised the index finger to his mouth, gave it a blow, then buried it down its pants pocket, and after a final glance rushed out of the bedroom.



“Bye mom, don’t wait up!” he said hastily, and before his mom could say anything the front door slammed shut.



In the driveway sat a beautiful black mustang, which his mother gave him on his 18th birthday. He had always been a momma’s boy, being a single child and all.



His mother raised him on her own, since his dad never stepped up to the plate. Truth be told, she was still a teen when she got pregnant, so the guy didn’t want to get that weight on his shoulders, and dumped her.



He sat down behind the wheel and adjusted the rear-view mirror to glance again, as the convertible roof went down. He turned the key and the engine came alive, that growl was music to his ears. He loved to feel that raw power under him, and felt like a warrior riding his stallion into the battlefield.



He put it in reverse, and backed up onto the road and after another loud roar, vanished in the evening traffic.



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He drove up to the first girl’s condo and parked right by the front door. He gave two honks and waited. About 5 minutes later she emerged from the gray tower building. Like him she too was dressed to impress. She was about 5’7″ft tall, and wore nothing more than a fiery red dress, and matching purse.



From the collar descended two pieces of sparkling cloth covering only her two pomegranates. They joined to form a V shape which flowed down to her waist, the bottom of the dress was a very short red shining fabric, going from her waist just to 5 inches over the end of her firm round butt, showing off her long thick legs, which stood on 5 inch red shiny stilettos. Her hair was dark brown, with locks of copper, and was long enough that it almost reached her big round breasts in front and in the back fell in waves that went from the back of her head down her shoulders and covered almost half of her bare back.



“Hi April!” he said, as he waved to her.



“Hi Zach! Can’t wait for our night to start!” she shouted and giggled as she approached the car.



He got out off the car, and walked across the front of the ride, over to the other side, grabbed the handle and opened the door for her.



“Always the gentleman!” she said as she landed her cherry lips on his, for a tender kiss.



They broke it off after a couple of seconds, and he answered, “Always!”



He helped her get inside the car, as he closed the door leaned over to her ear and whispered, “You look like you’re on fire!”



And she answered, “I’m on fire alright, burning inside!” she said as she gave him a “killer” look, as he sat beside her. This time she grabbed the back of his head and sunk her tongue in his mouth, for a wet kiss. He realized she couldn’t wait much longer and broke the kiss to say, “Let’s go put that fire out!”



He buckled up then shifted into gear and burned some rubber as he sped down the lane.



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The waves of her hair flowing in the wind looked like flames bursting from a bush fire, and he could almost feel the heat erupting from her tanned skin. He reached for her thigh and as he touched her it sent shivers up their spines. For him it was because her soft skin was really hot, and for her it was because she was just waiting for his touch. She immediately pressed her right hand against his and started to move it up her skirt, they stared for a moment in each others brown eyes, and then he said, “You are really HOT!”



“I know, told you I was burning!”, and with a look that seemed she was eating him with her eyes, she continued to move his hand up her legs until it reached her secret garden. In fact it wasn’t that secret since there was just a little inverted triangle of pubic hair covering its entrance. She pressed his hand onto her mound and he slid his finger inside her. She let out a groan of desire. He could feel her pussy juices waterfall onto his fingers, and gave thanks they were arriving at their destination. He parked the car, in the casino garage, and then both rushed to the elevator.



After the door opened, he pressed the button with a (P). As the doors closed, she was climbing over him. Since she had no underwear, his hands grabbed her bare buttocks, and his mouth went searching for her hard nipples. She was moaning and groaning, and rubbing against his chest, and then said “OH GOD, I want you, so BAD!”, in a pleading sigh. Fortunately the doors opened just in time and he rushed inside the penthouse, dropping her on her back on the king size bed.



The bed had a metal frame, so he knew it would survive all the rocking and knocking they were about to cause. The cover was white cotton, and the cushions and sheets were white satin. There was a mirror on the ceiling behind which was a camera, and on the other end of the wire was the casino owner watching all of this unfold on the screen of his computer. This could have been a porn film and no one would have known the difference.



He had stripped off her tiny dress, and she had taken off his jacket and t-shirt, by now his tongue was working unrelentingly on her big round breasts and purple hard nipples. Meanwhile, he had two fingers inside her slit, and his thumb rubbing her clit. All of this was too much for her and she shouted as high as she could, “OHHHHH YESSSSSS!!!” then crossed her legs, trapping his hand, and sunk her red nails into his back.



And now it was his turn to shout, “AHHHHHHHHH”. This was a shout of pain though, as he felt her nails pierce through his skin. He lifted himself and tried to release his hand, as she squirmed and rolled her eyes. As the waves of pleasure were dying down inside her, she released his hand, and he used it to undress himself.



As she came back from her high, she looked at his naked body standing on the end of the bed, and whispered, “Come here, I want to feel your cock!”



He went around the side of the bed, and she crawled right up to his joystick, grabbed it and started to lick the tip, then slowly moved her tongue around it, and up and down, as it went down her mouth. He grabbed her head and started to push it down his shaft, until she started gagging. He pulled her head back, looked into her eyes and said, “Lick my balls!”, and pushed her head back down. She did as he told her, and licked and sucked his bag of beans like a popsicle. After a while, he felt a tingling down there and gasped, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”



She brought her mouth to the tip of his cock, and with her right hand stroke it up and down, looked up to him and said in a childish manner, “I want my milkshake!”



He tried to laugh, but all he could say was, “OH MY GOD!”, her incitement was all it took, and his balls squeezed and then started to pump his milk. She took his dick, inside her mouth and started to suck him hard, until the protein milkshake started fountaining out of his cock. She swallowed it all and after licking his cock clean, said, with a smile, “Mmmm, yummy!”



“I’m glad you liked it, cause now it’s my turn to drink some pussy juice!”, and as he said it, jumped on the bed, and dove right into the middle of her legs.



As he started to lick her big pink lips, she gasped, and then said “Oh baby, you make me feel so good!” and gently started to stroke the back of his head, pushing it down. He swirled his tongue all over her big lips, then when she spread her legs wider, he moved to her small lips and then into the love tunnel, sticking is tongue out as far as he could, to get all of her juices and quench his thirst, and finally, came out to suck and lick her very hard clit.



She was wiggling her legs around and still stroking his head, moaning and groaning until suddenly, she grabbed his hair, pulled his head up, and looking at him with devilish eyes, ordered him, “I want your cock, NOW!!!”



He looked at her with astonishment, but after a couple of seconds, he felt his cock throbbing, and followed her order, with pleasure. He slid right into her bat cave, and started to pound her softly, picking up speed with each thrust.



In the middle of their groans, she gasped and said, “Yeah baby! Give it to me! Harder! HARDER!” He started to feel the tingling on his balls again, and that made him pound her even harder and faster.



She was arching her back, crossing her legs behind him, making him, go even deeper, and shouting, “OH YEAH! OH YEAH! OH YES BABY! I’M CUMMMIN’! I’M CUMMMMMMIN’!!!”



He couldn’t hold it much longer and as she screamed, “AHHHHHH!!!”, and sunk her nails on his back again, he exploded inside her, and kept pumping her, as tears, of a mix of pain and pleasure started to roll down his face.



He fell exhausted on top of her and dozed off, making up for the sleep he was missing from the night before. After a couple of minutes, of laying there motionless under him, she started to recover from the huge orgasm she had, and pulled back from him.



She suddenly heard a snort, and realized he was sleeping like a log, so she gave him a peck on the cheek and headed for the bathroom, when she flicked on the lights she was amazed. It was a huge bathroom, with the walls and floor, made of pink marble, on the left side was an oval bathtub, in white porcelain, big enough to fit a couple side by side, with big scented candles on each corner of the outside rectangle. On the right side was a white porcelain washbasin, a big oval mirror with golden framing, behind which was another camera linked to the owners computer, and golden lamps on each side. On the far side of the bathroom, was a sliding door leading to a balcony, which also had access from another sliding door in the bedroom.

When we had first got together our sex lives had been fairly plain and vanilla. I hadn’t been about to tell her right off the bat about all my kinky fantasies that I’d like to get her involved in. She would probably have run a mile. Claire was a willing partner but had been fairly unadventurous in bed sticking with the missionary and occasionally climbing on top.



She was a good looking brunette, 5′ 6″‘ slim with good legs and small tits. Looked good in a suit, tight and sexy. But she was quite shy about her body.



I wanted to warm her up and bring in some of the stuff I had seen on the Internet and fantasised about doing.



Now you don’t just say to your wife “Hey, I’d like you to spank me, whip me, dress me in your underwear and shag me up the arse. Hard. Please. While calling me your bitch and dressed as a schoolgirl, or leather mistress. Then let me shag your arse, cum over your face and have you deep throat me like a hooker.”



If you do she won’t stay your wife for long. Especially if all she has ever done, at the age of 26, is give unsatisfactory blow jobs, lie on her back and occasionally tried to ride you. It’s not really her fault that none of her previous boyfriends ever managed to make her cum. Partly her own obstinacy and partly their lack of skill perhaps. Probably also the need to give her a gentle slap, tell her to spread her legs and get on with it too. Sometimes too much respect can ruin a relationship as much as too little.



If she’s never let her fingers do the walking and brought herself off you don’t tell her she is crap in bed, especially if you are not the biggest stud around. But you can recognise that you’d like a better sex life and that if you both learn together then you can both screw together,rather than sit and vegetate in front of the tv screen.



What you can do is start teaching her what you like and at the same time teaching her about what she could like, if she just let herself.



It’s going to involve a long term plan, a lot of alcohol and quite a bit of patience. But the end results should be worth it. If you persevere. This is what I told myself.



I didn’t really plan our sexual experiments but I did realise we needed to spice it all up and I wasn’t planning on spending the next ten years wanking off in the shower while she kept her legs closed out of the belief that she wasn’t interested and that there was nothing more to it.



Slowly I started to get her to come out of herself. At first it was a little wine and a little flashing in public. A bit of a drunken grope in a nightclub or a quick flash in the street on the way for a taxi. The risk of getting caught baring her tits was just enough to loosen her up so that our sex got a bit more energetic. Soon just the mention of a quick flash would get her horny and her juices flowing. The naughtiness of it, possibly being caught excited her like some teenager. At first she’d play coy, not want to do it and need to be talked into it like a reluctant girl. Then she loved getting her top off, the fresh air on her tits and the thought some one might walk round a corner and see her.



Not heavy, but enough to get her going, it did the trick of showing her there could be a bit more to things. So I convinced her to let me shave her pussy. Almost scared to look at her own clitoris, Claire had never really trimmed it and it was covered in a dense bush that might have been sexy in the Seventies but now provided me with too much of a mouthful. And a turn off from going down on her.



After some judicious reading and a couple of videos on the Internet I got enough wine into her that she’d let me near it with a razor. After a while it looked a lot better trimmed and neat with her lips showing proud and clear.



I convinced her that it looked hot and sexy by going down on her for longer than ever before. She came so hard with me sucking on her clit that her juices flowed all over me. At first I thought she had peed on me but she had really come.



After she got over the shock of it, I convinced her to start waxing it and she never looked back. She keeps a little landing strip down to her pussy for me to play with. Now she could find her clit I had to teach her how to play with it herself.



So I had to teach her how to masturbate herself and me. Starting from basics. Fingers, grip, stroke, hold, slap, pull. All the things you learn as a teenager but that she never had. She must have been a shy teenager, unwilling to play with herself down there, still thinking it was dirty and secretive and not able to bring herself off.



I started off playing with her clit, letting her lie there in bed naked, her breasts heaving, looking a bit embarrassed to have me touching her intimate bits. After a couple of times though she would let me stroke her quickly to orgasm, playing with her clit until she could come multiple times finishing off with a big crescendo that left her glowing, sweaty, horny and satisfied.



It got her over the embarrassment of her own body and got her into touching herself, but she preferred me stroking her clit for her. So we agreed to reciprocate and I started showing her how to play with my cock.



It’s a bit strange at first showing your wife how to wank you off and having her reciprocate by telling you where to touch here but it leads to such shared intimacy. Mutual masturbation is great as so many women apparently don’t come from penetration, my wife especially. You could pound in and out all day and while she’d get horny, she would never come.



I started off getting her to stroke me gently up and down, lots of lube. Just getting her to use the number of fingers I wanted was great. Teaching her to squeeze in the right direction, to “milk” me as I started to come was a great improvement. It felt odd being a bit clinical but it was worth it.



I taught her how to stroke her fingernails up and down the shaft or between my cock and hole. How to lick the tip and suck just the end while rolling my heavy balls around in her hand. I showed her how much harder she could use my cock and balls when I was really horny than when I was only slightly interested. How she could suck one of my balls into her mouth and “teabag” me.



Eventually she could give me a good handjob bringing me off almost as quickly and firmly as I could myself. In return I could play with her clit and pussy making her climax multiple times, sliding my fingers in and out of her and getting to her g-spot to bring her to a shuddering climax.



Then I moved us on to blow jobs. She really had lousy technique, not really knowing what to do and never having had a guy tell her how to please him. I don’t know why women think they automatically know how to do this, so many of them do it badly and don’t like any pointers, as if it’s a given right that they should all be talented.



By the time I had finished with Claire though, she would happily suck, swallow and could even deep throat all the way down to my balls. I showed her by sticking one of her dildos in my mouth how to slide my cock into her mouth without choking, unless she wanted to. I loved the sound of her gagging as I could feel my cock forcing its way into her throat. That way she’d look up at me and force it just that little way further to please me without me having to hold her head, she’d make herself choke and gag. It was always enough to make me cum watching my wife use herself for my pleasure like this.



Often I’d pull out, trailing long gobs of spit which made my cock nice and slick for me to quickly jerk it off over her tits or face. This was one thing I couldn’t break her of though. She hated it on her face and it was really a special treat for me to lose my load there. She would happily swallow without complaint and looked hot with it dripping off her tits so I certainly didn’t press the point. After all I wouldn’t really want someone unloading their cum in my face.



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All comments appreciated. This is dedicated to my sexy, loving, kinky wife Claire who will love to see your thoughts and comments.

Disclaimer



I am writing this short story in response to some feedback and requests I received since publishing ‘Thank you god’ some time ago.



It follows my thoughts; feelings, and writing process, while putting one of my fantasies into words. Though my other stories (which I am yet to write) are works of complete fiction, this short story is the exception. Everything in this story is fact. Nothing exaggerated and nothing a lie. I felt a little vulnerable and embarrassed writing it because of its nature, but ultimately, it has helped me become a little more confident overall.



I hope you enjoy.



Xoxo



Writing






I’ve always loved reading the stories on Literotica. They allow me to live out my fantasies through other people’s eyes, which makes them all the more hot as I get the added feeling of being dominated that only feels artificial when it’s only a product of my own mind.



I’ve read hundreds. I spend a lot of time wading through the thousands of stories. Using the ‘Advanced search’ function to find stories with tags like “gang bang”, deep throat”, “glory hole” and combinations of the three (among others).



Until recently, I didn’t know I could ‘favorite’ stories, much less authors. That was a happy afternoon, I can tell you!



I’ve always thought of putting fantasies on paper so one, not very interesting, afternoon I downloaded a free iPad writing app, and began.



I’m shy about sex, so I figured this would be the best way to see if anyone had the same fetishes as me, while remaining completely anonymous. And to be completely honest, I get a thrill and my heart thumps every time I see a new email with feedback on my other stories!



What will I call it? I thought. I want it to be witty, so people think I’m smart. But, it has to be mysterious, so it draws people in – or no one will read my story.



After debating the name for a half hour, I decided to come back to it. I wanted to get writing.



I’ve mentioned before that I’m horny all the time. But right now, I wasn’t. Writing a sex story when I’m not in ‘the mood’, seemed like it was doomed to fail. So, I figured a little internet porn (orsm.net usually has a few good amateur videos – it’s updated every Friday, if anyone is interested) would sort that out pretty quick. It usually does, and this time was no exception.



I found a great little four minute video of a couple having a quickie in a department store change room. The guy was standing and holding his cell, so they whole thing was shot from his point-of-view, which meant all I could see was his cute, large breasted, girlfriend swallowing his medium-size cock (7-8 inches I guessed). And he was circumcised (my favorite – but I know a few tricks with a ‘hooded warrior’, as my friend calls uncircumcised cocks), with a perfectly shaped head that you could see her lips curve around as she bobbed up and down – being careful not to let his head pop out.



I was wet after ten seconds of watching her, with fierce envy. If only I had a cock to suck whenever I wanted! My ‘side-kick’ just isn’t the same as having a guy grab the back of your head and force his throbbing cock in your mouth, desperately trying to get it past your gag-reflex and down your throat. Alas, Dominos doesn’t deliver dick. Note to self: write to Dominos customer feedback inbox. Being five in the afternoon, I was sitting around my dorm room in my cute little panties, which have pictures of little Koala bears on them, and a grey tank top. I have a single dorm room which suits me just fine, lets me have a lot of alone time.



The girl in the video was starting to moan. I wasn’t sure if she was enjoying it as much as I would, if she was trying to make him cum so she could get a mouthful of his heavenly cum, or if she was just trying to make him cum so it would be over with. I didn’t care either way, though if it were me I’d be losing my mind at the mere thought of sucking cock and the salty sweet taste of his cum would be a bonus! My left hand slid down into my panties. Using my middle finger, I lightly rubbed my pussy lips. Up and down slowly, teasing myself but never entering.



I was so frustrated now that all I wanted to do was grab my seven inch side-kick and spend the next ten minutes imagining myself being taken by three strong, well-hung men! But I didn’t. I concentrated on what it would feel like to get off while I began writing the opening chapter of my fantasy.



Writing came easily, being in the frame of mind I now was. The first chapter was hot and raunchy – exactly what I was aiming for.



After getting through the first chapter, which by the way I was a little proud of, I wasn’t sure where to go next. I had already got everyone interested (I hoped) but I didn’t want it to end too quickly. So I went back, two days before the best night of my fantastic (I use this word for its literal meaning – fantasy) life… so far.



It was late, around 11 p.m. so I turned off my iPad and got ready for bed. I was extremely horny now, not having got off while writing and watching porn. I was considering finishing myself off, when I thought of what it would be like to do the same thing tomorrow, and the next day and every day until I finished my story. By the end I’d be insatiable, hornier, and more frustrated than I’d ever been. I’d decided to do it. Deprive myself for as long as it took to finish. But not only depriving myself, also teasing myself to the verge of orgasm several times a session to ensure I’d write something really hot.



I went to bed that night and dreamed of being gang banged by a group of men. I awoke the next day sweating from the intense dream. To my dismay, it hadn’t been a wet dream. I was both frustrated by the fact, and also pleased that I hadn’t unintentionally broken the self-inflicted drought.



I got up, showered and went to class all day. It seemed like an eternity as all I wanted to do was get home to my new project.



Racing home from American history, I threw my bag down and stripped off to my just my panties, lying stomach-down on my bed and propping myself up on my elbows over my iPad. I didn’t need porn this time. I had a lot of material running through my mind like a film strip, having all day to think about it. My ‘highlights reel’, I’ve heard my male friends talk about.



Using my left hand, I reached across and pinched my right nipple firmly. Twisting it lightly between thumb and index finger, moaning lightly as I closed my eyes and started my highlights reel. I ‘watched’ myself lying on top of a man as he fucked my pussy slowly, another on his knees behind me driving into my tight ass using my waist to steady himself, with a third (and my absolute, undeniably favorite thing) had his hands firmly around the back of my head, pumping my throat and slapping his heavy balls on my chin so that all 9 inches of his thick meat were down my throat.



As I twirled my right nipple; now sore, hard and very sensitive, my right hand snaked down between my stomach and the bed to my already slippery pussy lips. I was surprised that I hadn’t already cum! My clit was sensitive so, the moment my fingertips brushed over it, a cold flush rushed through my body making me shiver. It had been only a couple of seconds but I was already about to cum. Reluctantly, I pulled both hands away, fluttering my eyelids to try and clear the haze in my head.



I was ready to continue writing. I’d read a lot of stories and had always favored the ones that were hot, but also believable. Don’t get me wrong, a bit of exaggeration, like a thirteen inch black cock, always gets me going! But I like the ones that I can see myself in. Details about sitting in a boring class, or having a conversation, or the way a good game of beer pong makes a party much more fun. I wanted my story to have the same element of believability. So in chapter two, I went back to a couple days before my big date and based the character of my friend on one of my real friends.



She is pretty veracious and has been known to sleep with the better part of a football team’s offensive line. A point I’m extremely jealous of, having only had sex twice in my life (fact. It was with the same guy and he was… unsatisfying. I often wonder if my lack of experience is why I am the way I am…). Nevertheless, she is a very close friend and regularly tries to include me in her (sometimes drunken) ‘adventures’ by texting me at two a.m. with something to the effect of “hey cutey, I found a couple strapping young football players who would looooooove to party with you and me! You can have your choice! They are both hung like horses haha!” She’s yet to convince me, I’d be much too shy to actually have a gang bang, much less let her, or anyone else I know, see or participate with me!



So my next chapter was closer to home, a glimpse of my day-to-day at college, and talking to my bestie about my big date in a couple days. It helped me get into my own story and almost made me believe my own fantastic tale.



This process went on for the next couple of days. I’d come home, strip down to my bra and panties, panties, or nothing at all. I’d spend five to ten minutes getting as worked-up as I could handle before delving into my new erotic hobby. Each time, I’d get closer and closer to cumming. I’d gotten really good at working out where my threshold was so I was about to masturbate several times during a writing session, even including my dildo side-kick and a little bullet vibrator that I’d put in my ass and leave on vibrate while I wrote, sometimes for the whole session. It was an amazing feeling, to say the least, and made me feel like a very dirty girl.



I was almost finished. I was up to the point where I was being fucked, completely, from both ends. The men had gotten into their rhythms and it was bliss. I was Itching to finish the story that day. I’d had a very early start (by my standards) with an eight a.m. morning class, followed by history, English lit, bio and finishing with the most boring class in the world – calculus. It was six thirty in the evening and I was just getting in the door, I was hungry and exhausted, but all I wanted to do was finish the story. It meant not only the feeling of accomplishment, but more importantly, getting off for the first time in six days!



I started my routine, taking all my clothes of and laying my toys out on the bed. It was colder than usual that night so I got under the covers to stay warm. I wanted tonight to be epic, for lack of a better word. I imagined cumming multiple times, harder than ever before. After all, it had been a while and the wait wasn’t exactly a usual drought where I could ease my cravings at will.



I woke up my iPad and went to my usual source of material – porntube.com. “Bondage gang bang”, “deep throat gang bang”, “glory hole slave”. These are some of the searches I regularly run to find what I’m looking for.



I’ve already said that deep throat is my main fetish. I’m a BIG fan of ideepthroat – she is so amazingly talented. But if you’re into deep throat the way I am i.e. above all else, then do a Google video search for “nasty19 deepthroat”. It’s the first 12 minute clip (exactly 12 minutes) you come to. There will be lots of copies; they’re all the same, so pick any. It’s unbelievable! Hot, nasty, elements of control in there and she is very good at what she does. Towards the end of the clip where he is trying to cum, she stays down for so long! This is what I crave. So if anyone out there has any suggestions for me? More fantastic material involving gang bangs with 1 girl, REAL deep throat like the one above, glory hole sluts or things of that sort, PLEASE send me your feedback! Please!



I propped the iPad up on my bedside table, playing the nast19 clip. Usually I queue it up to the end where she is down for over a minute – so I can cum as quickly as possible, but in light of the situation, I started it from the beginning. Taking my side-kick and the bullet vibrator under the covers, I slowly pushed the bullet into my ass, setting it to vibrate on HIGH. I’ve said it before, the feeling is amazing. The vibrations travel all the way up to my abdomen and through the wall of my pussy.



I’m already wet from the scene on the iPad, he’s just wrapped his hands under her arm and around her head – pushing his long cock down her throat. I spread my knees apart, touching my heels together, and trace my wet opening with the tip of my seven inch dildo. Using both hands at first, I push the head of the realistic cock inside me, twisting it like a corkscrew as I do. Bringing it slowly back out so I get the pop as my lips loses their grip from around the mushroom-shaped edge of its head. I do this again and again until I feel my clit start to swell and graze the head, sending a shudder through my body.



Compounded by the constant vibrations in my tight asshole, the shudder tells me that I am getting close to cumming. I’m about half way through the video, so she hasn’t even gotten to her best work yet. I stop teasing myself and push the cock inside me, talking half its length in one go.



God, it feels so good! I pull it back out, keeping the head inside me, and slide it back in, taking its full seven inch length, so that I feel my wetness coat the tips of my fingers. I start a slow rhythm, in and out, taking the whole thing and twisting it from left to right as I do. This goes on for the next few minutes until I see nasty19 begin her finale. My pace quickens slightly and my left hand slides up to begin pinching my right nipple and kneading my firm c-cup breast.



I begin to imagine myself in her position, having a large cock stuffed down my throat, unable to back off or breathe, knowing it won’t end until he’s done using me, dumping his load in my stomach. I start to squirm in frustration and bite my lower lip hard, willing myself not to cum. I start to shudder again as the twisting cock’s veiny exterior in my pussy rubs my throbbing clit. Subconsciously, I’ve started moaning and squealing from the torment I’m inflicting on myself. Realizing how loud I’ve become, I am immediately brought sharply back to reality. Reluctantly pulling my toys out of my frustrated holes, I am just in time to see nasy19 slide her throat off a, now cum and saliva coated, softening cock, gasping for air and coughing up strings of cum as she does. I slap the covers with both hands in frustrations and reach over to start writing the end of my story, wired as I am.



I’m very horny at this point so I go back over my story and exaggerated certain parts. I change ten inches into thirteen, add an O-ring gag and make the men more dominant – things of that sort. I’ve wondered how my story would have turned out if I’d not had my little torturous abstinence stint. Boring I imagine. I wanted to keep everyone interested at the end, after everyone has cum and is no longer interested in fucking me or reading about me being fucked. So, in my not so right mind, I introduced the bachelor party. This would be a way of keeping the door open for future adventures, hopefully keep my readers (if there are any) interested and keep myself interested in the possibilities of real life encounters – though, sadly, I don’t think I’ll ever have the courage.



It was over. For the next two minutes (if that) I was on a mission. I threw back the covers, got on my knees and buried my face in the pillow. Putting my hands between my legs, I stuffed the bullet back up my ass; burying it deep with my finger and turning vibrate to HIGH once more. Again, I used my left hand to roughly fondle my left breast. Kneading, rubbing, pinching and twisting my nipple until it was firm and erect. With my right hand, I went to work between my legs, shoving the thick, mushroom head of my dildo as far inside me as I could without losing it. Thirty seconds of this and I was screaming and squealing into my pillow. I didn’t know if the sound would carry into my neighbor’s rooms, but at that point I didn’t care. Then bang! I felt like my body was imploding. My head was dizzy, I was seeing stars in the pitch black and my legs turned to jelly, collapsing under the weight of my tiny 105 pound frame.



Lying there for at least five minutes, quivering and gently convulsing, I pressed my legs together, squeezing the two toys still deep inside me. I let a long soft sigh out as I smiled at the thought of being finished and the nervous excitement that came as I waited for people to read, comment and give feedback on my story.



My thoughts now turned to the bachelor party and all the raunchy fun and rough fucking I’d be forced to endure. More than twenty men. A whole weekend. If only fiction could be made into fact…

I watched as the group stood up to go with Katie. I noticed a few wet crotches and felt my cock harden a little and wondered how I’d be able to last through four auditions, especially with the cock hungry brunette. Once the group left the room, I turned my attention to the four young women who agreed to show off for me. There were two blondes, one strawberry blonde and that one brunette.



“Okay. We need to decide the order for the auditions. Is anybody in a big hurry to get out of here?”



One of the blondes raised her hand and said she needed to get to class within the hour and asked if she could go first.



“Any objections to letting her go first? No? Okay, you’ll go first. Anybody else?”



The brunette raised her hand and said she didn’t mind going last.



“Okay. Shall I flip a coin to see who goes second?”



The strawberry blonde said she didn’t mind waiting and suggested the other go before her.



“Well, that was easy enough. Even though you’ll say your name at the beginning of the audition, I’d like to know your first names now, if you don’t mind. We’ll start with you,” I said, pointing to the blonde who wanted to go first.



“Hi, I’m Molly.”



“I’m Sierra,” said the strawberry blonde.



“I’m Suzy,” said the second blonde.



“And I’m wet – I mean – I’m Wanda,” chuckled the brunette.



“Oh, my… I can tell this is going to be good,” I said. “Well, let’s go to our studio and I’ll go over a few things with you before Molly gets things going.”



My group stood up and we walked towards the studio. Wanda walked beside me while the other three followed. When we arrived, I pushed open the door and showed them in. “Here’s a restroom, changing area and waiting area over here. This armoire is where the dildos, condoms and lubes are stored. And over there is the set. This is used only for auditions, so it’s smaller and not as fancy, but it serves the purpose. Over here are some extra props you’re welcome to use… a big mirror, a handheld mirror, a hairbrush, some artificial fruit and vegetables, a baseball bat… feel free to look through everything and use whatever you like. If you want to use anything as an insertable, please remember to use a condom on it. I’ll be over there behind the camera. Molly, you go ahead and look through the props if you want, and let me know when you’re ready to start. The rest of you please have a seat and think about what you’re going to do when it’s your turn. Any questions before we start? Molly?”



Molly looked up from the props. She looked scared. “Um, so, tell me again what I’m supposed to do. I’m sorry. I’m just nervous. I’ve never done this in front of anybody besides my girlfriend.”



“That’s okay, Molly. Just relax. Maybe it’ll help if you think about your girlfriend. Once you get started, you’ll tell me your first and last name, when you were born and something about yourself. It can be something like this is your first time in front of a camera, or that you’re in school, or anything else you want to offer. It doesn’t have to be more than a sentence. After that, you’re on your own to seduce the camera – or your girlfriend. Remember, there’s a cue card beside the camera for the basic info. Sound okay?”



Molly looked a little less stressed. “Okay, so, I say that stuff and then I start masturbating, right?”



“It’s okay, Molly. You don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable. We can reschedule if you want, or you can just walk away. Whatever you want.”



“No, I want to do this. I just don’t want to mess it up, that’s all.”



“Don’t worry about messing up. Just imagine that you’re showing off for your girlfriend. I’m sure that will be just fine. Okay?”



“Okay. How about if I just use my fingers and not any dildos and stuff?”



“Sounds wonderful! We have lots of customers who love that sort of thing. Ready?”



“Yes, I guess so. Tell me when.”



I got to the camera quickly, turned on the studio lights and did a quick sound check, and then said, “When!”



Molly walked in and stood in front of the camera. “Hi. I’m Molly McKenzie, and I was born on June 15, 1993. I met my girlfriend shortly after I started classes at the university and we’ve been lovers ever since. When I can’t be with her, I pretend my fingers are hers.” About halfway through that sentence she began unbuttoning her blouse and moved her hands over her bare breasts. She pinched her nipples slightly before tugging them towards the camera. Her eyes closed as her right hand moved slowly down to the waist of her shorts and then disappeared inside. A moment later she pushed the shorts down revealing her completely smooth mound. Her shirt fell open as she alternated the squeezing of her breasts with her left hand. Kicking the shorts aside, she spread her feet apart and plunged two fingers inside her glistening pussy. Her head tilted back as she moaned and then pushed a third finger inside. “Oh, baby… you know what I want,” she whispered loudly. Her fourth finger disappeared inside her now dripping pussy. Each time she moved her hand out from her body a little string of fluid followed along with it. “Come on, baby… give me what I want,” she whispered. Her head leaned forward, her hair falling down over her breasts. I heard a loud moan as she straightened up a bit and turned her back to the camera. “That’s it, baby,” she moaned. “Give it to me.” She bent over again, posing with her ass to the camera. I watched intently as her hand eased inside her pussy. “Oh, baby! Do it to me!” She eased her right hand out and replaced it with her left, then pushed her thickly coated right hand into her ass.



It was at that point that I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to keep my cock in my pants, much less embarrass myself by soaking my jeans.



Molly alternated the motion of her hands, fucking into her pussy as she pulled out of her ass, and vice versa. After just a few thrusts, she squirted forcefully onto the floor, letting out a gut wrenching moan and then sighing, “You’re so good to me, baby.”



I dialed back the lights and turned off the camera before telling her that was fantastic. I must’ve startled her because she turned around abruptly and just stared towards me.



“Um… was that okay?” she asked.



“That was unbelievably hot! If you can do that again, you’ll have a big career here.”



“Oh, okay!” She smiled as if she didn’t realize what she’d just done. “I guess I’d better get cleaned up and go to class. Is that okay?”



“Sure thing! I’m sure we’ll be in touch soon!”



Molly picked up her shorts and scurried to the restroom. I looked down at the crotch of my pants and saw a wet spot. Maybe nobody would notice, I thought to myself. I walked slowly to the waiting area and told Suzy it was her turn. She smiled while staring at my crotch. I don’t know if she was looking at my cock straining against the fabric or the wet spot that formed while watching Molly. I guess it didn’t really matter.



Suzy stood up, picked up a really thick suction-base dildo she’d prepared with a condom, and asked if I’d carry the big mirror for her. Wearing a satiny robe, she walked onto the set and asked me to place the mirror on the floor, which I did. No sooner done than she had the robe off and stood before me completely nude. Although she was a little on the skinny side, her breasts were quite large but looked natural. There was a wisp of pale blonde hair in the middle of her mound that perfectly matched the color of the shoulder length hair above. She bent over and stuck the dildo in the middle of the mirror. When she stood up again she asked if I liked what I saw.



“Very pretty,” I replied, trying not to be unprofessional. “I’m sure you have plenty of admirers.”



“I do, but I’m very selective. He has to be hung like a horse, know what he wants, and take it when he wants it. And he’d better not want to share it.”



“Well, if you’d said you wanted to go last…” I chuckled. “But there are two others waiting for their auditions. Let’s see what you have to offer and we can talk about what I want later.”



Suzy pouted a little and then said she thought I’d like what she had to offer. “I’m ready whenever you are, Mr. Crude.”



I went back to the camera quickly, turned on the studio lights and then said, “Action!”



“Hi, I’m Suzy Jones, and I was born horny for big cocks on April 2, 1992. It’s been a while since I had a man who could fill my needs, so I bide my time with this little thing.” At that moment, she squatted over the tip of the dildo and eased down onto it. I watched as it slowly but surely disappeared inside her pussy and caused the slight bulge of her tummy. When she lifted herself up, the dildo glistened with her wetness. “I need a man with a huge cock to stretch out my pussy and fuck me hard.” Her up and down motion quickened. The lights intensified the glistening of the pussy juice as it trickled down the sides of the dildo. “I need a man who will use me without any consideration for my pleasure. Just getting fucked by a huge cock is all I need. I’ll do just about anything for a man who’ll use me like the fuck toy I am.” She kept sitting down and lifting up as if she was riding a real cock. The view in the mirror showed how her pussy lips were both stretched and gripping the dildo. After several more fast strokes, she quickly got off the dildo, got onto all fours beside it and then deep throated it. I watched her throat expand as the dildo passed into it. She definitely had my attention. She pulled up and smiled at the camera and then said, “I love the way I taste after a good fuck, almost as much as I love the taste and feeling of hot cum squirting down my throat. But you know what I love the best?” She got up and squatted over the dildo again, but this time when she lowered herself, the dildo disappeared inside her asshole. “mmmmmm. that’s it! Fuck me in the ass! Yeah, baby – fuck me in the ass!” I wondered if she was trying to seduce me or if she was just running through her audition. “May I rub my clit, sir? No? Spank it, you say? Yes sir!” Still fucking up and down on the dildo, she slapped her palm sharply against her pussy several times. Her lips turned bright pink at first, and then red after many more slaps. Her breathing became labored. Short, quick breaths. “Oh! Sir, may I cum? Please? May I?” A second later she began one of several orgasms, still impaled on the dildo. “Thank you, sir. Thank you for allowing your fuck toy to cum.”



I dialed back the lights and turned off the camera. There was no need to look at my crotch. I knew what I’d see.



From the dimly lit set I heard a weak voice ask, “Help a girl up, sir?”



I walked over to Suzy who was still crouched over the dildo which was deep in her ass. She raised her hands up towards me and I lifted her up and off the dildo. I noticed a large puddle on the mirror surrounding the base of the dildo.



“See anything you liked, sir?”



“As a matter of fact, yes. Yes, I did. Hadn’t you noticed?”



Suzy looked at the bulge in my jeans, smiled broadly and said, “It’s even better when there’s a big dildo in my pussy and a huge cock in my ass. And I’m not one of those prissy girls who won’t take it straight from my ass to my mouth. You can do whatever you want.”



I cleared my throat and told her I thought sure we’d be able to work out something and that I’d be in touch with her soon.



She looked down at my crotch again while licking her lips and said, “Don’t make me wear out another dildo while I’m waiting.” She then bent over to pick up the mirror and wiggled her ass at me. “You know it’ll feel good once you get inside me.”



“Yes. Well. I’d better get to the next audition. Thank you, and I’ll be calling you soon.”

After that wonderful birthday night, one that will never be topped for the rest of my life, our sex life and our overall life was better than ever. Both my wife Kim and I became happier than ever. We would constantly be walking around with smiles. Each of us was striving to be better, to look better, and feel better. We immensely loved my birthday night and our sex lives were changed forever.



Over the next couple of months, regular traditional sex was slowly fading away. We had sex everyone night after, but only pulled out the strap-on once that month. The next month we used it four times. After that, it was every other session. Eventually we just gave in, we both loved pegging more than tradition sex and it became our only form of sex.



Our collection of various harnesses, corsets, dildos grew exponentially. We had different shapes, colors, (though my personal favorites are her pink and purple girl cocks). She would go into the closet every night and come out in a different girl cock to fuck me with. I really was in heaven. And don’t let me forget, we always shared my cum after we were done.



This morning, I had to get up real early to prepare for a big meeting at work. Kim sensed my nerves, and was doing her best to calm me down. I stood there, in our bathroom, wearing just a button down shirt, attempting to tie my tie properly, when I saw in the reflection Kim stroll up right behind me. Let me rephrase that, when I saw a stunningly beautiful realistic, veiny, pink dildo walk in, with my wife attached to it, with a huge smile. The short span of her walking from the door to me caused my cock to grow to its fullest potential.



She spun me around, and as I spun my cock slapped against hers, causing her to flutter as well as me. She kissed me hard, and grabbed both my cheeks to pull my cock against hers. She let one hand drop and grabbed both our dicks together and stroked them atop one another. My hands were fondling her ass, pulling her cheeks apart to reach down and finger her cunt as we rubbed ourselves together.



I slipped back a little and said, “Honey we can’t do this now, I will be late for work.”



“Yeah, you will, but you won’t be nervous after I am done with you.”



“OK, but you have to make it fast… and hard, real hard baby.” I started drooling anticipating the fuck I was to receive.



“Is there any other way to fuck that beautiful ass of yours?”



With that, I spun around, and leaned over, grabbing the sides of the sink. She leaned down and began to kiss my cheeks, slowly pulling them apart getting closer and closer to my anus. Finally kissing her way around my things to my anus, she blew on it gently, and lightly kissed it.



Splat, “OMG baby, fuck me now, my cock is leaking all over the floor.”



“Good, let me just get a hold of your sweet nectar to lube you up.”



Throughout the months as Kim fucked me more and more up the ass, my ass was always ready to take a cock, so while lube is always needed, not as much anymore. My ass begs for it!



She reaches around, swirls her hand all over my head, almost causing me to cum right there, grabs enough of my pre cum, and spreads it all over my ass, and her dildo. She slowly pops the head in, and ever so slowly inserts the whole length. Every inch that went into my ass caused my cock to grow another. I loved having her fill my ass.



She rested there, rubbing her hand all over my back, and hips. I am getting inpatient, and start to wiggle my ass. I start rocking back and forth. I pant impatiently as she just is watching me wiggle with a smile on her face while I wait for her to fuck me.



“Kim, fuck me! C’mon, pound me, what are you waiting for, FUCK ME, FUCK MEE!!!!!!!!!!!!” I was begging!



“Sorry, I just love to hear you beg and see you squirm”



She slowly starting to thrust in and out, getting all the way to the tip, then sliding slowly back in. I was breathing heavily, I started panting, and moaning. She started to gradually increase her speed. My moans increased with her, getting louder and louder.



“I can’t take it anymore of this teasing slow fuck, please, fuck me hard, harder, HARDER!”



Kim grabbed my hips, leaned in kissed me on the back, then just started to bang the living shit out of me! She was pounding as fast as she could and as hard as she could. I could her moaning and screaming as she tried as hard as she could to give me the best pounding of my life. She started to get so loud, until I couldn’t hear anything at all, until I realized it was me moaning and screaming in ecstasy. My cock was bobbing bouncing all over the place; throbbing so hard it hurt.



“FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”



“YES, POUND MY ASS! FUCK ME AS HARD AS YOU CAN, OMG GOD, I AM GOING TO CUM, I CANT HOLD IT, FUCK MY ASSSSSSSSSSSSS!”



Kim reached forward and attempted to grab my cock, as it was bouncing all over the place, she had a tough time getting a hold. Once she did, she gave it one squeeze, and torrents of my cum just flew out with such force. My first couple of spurts splashed off her hand back onto my stomach, and as my spurts decreased she caught the rest in her hand.



She withdrew her cock from my ass, as I practically blacked out in pleasure, having collapsed over the sink. She leaned over my back, her breasts tickling me. She started to nibble my ear as she brought her hand to my face. I sucked my cum from her hand, licking each finger clean, all while she watched and had her tongue in my ear. I flipped over, and she slid down to lick the splashed back cum off my stomach. Coming back up to my face, with her tongue hanging out, covered in cum, I leaned forward to suck on her tongue, which turned into a very sensual kiss.



I looked over at the clock on the wall and jumped up immediately. I was already 10 minutes late. The next minutes were a blur as I raced to finish getting dressed, and getting my files in order. Kim left her pink strap-on on, and threw on a silk robe, and followed me downstairs. I downed a glass of OJ, and ran out the door.



Half way to my car, she called me back, with her standing in the open door, pink cock dangling between her legs, and her robe half open, she reached out and swiped a bit of cum off my cheek. “You can’t go into the office with this on your face.” Whew, thank god she caught that. I sucked her finger quickly, gave her a quick kiss and left. Kim stood there for a second, and sucked her finger clean as she watched me leave.



As I pulled out of the driveway, I noticed our neighbor Cindy there, in her garden, with a very wide smile, waving at me.



Uh oh, I hope she didn’t see my wife. I panicked briefly, quickly waved back and sped off. As I drove to work, I thought less about her seeing us, and focused more on work, but little did I know, she saw and heard everything. :)

If you have read my two earlier stories, you know that my wife Jill and I are very creative in bed. I received my sex education at age 19 from her older sister Susan and husband Bob.



During my sexual awakening, Susan taught me how to truly satisfy a woman. I learned to fuck and to eat pussy. During my training I was very submissive to her direction. She encouraged Bob and me to play together and I learned how to give a decent blowjob. Bob fucked me in the ass. Although we tried several times, however, he couldn’t take my cock more than a couple of inches. I found the guy-guy action pleasurable at the time but much preferred playing with Susan.



Susan encouraged me to eat her pussy after I fucked her. This became my all- time favorite way to satisfy her. Several times she had both of us fuck her and then had me lick up our copious cum from her pussy. Bob eventually joined in the pussy/cum eating but it really wasn’t his thing.



Susan introduced me to Jill and we hit it off immediately. I found out later that she told Jill all about our adventures. We married some months later and are very happy together.



She is now 20 and I’m 22. We are both blond and slim. Friends tell us we make a beautiful couple. Jill has perky B cup breasts with up-tilted nipples. I am blessed with an 8 1/2″ cock that is very fat, about 6 1/2″ around at the head and 7″ at the base. Some time ago we shaved each other and are now bare down there.



After a couple of month of dating we went to bed for the first time. I used all of my acquired skills to satisfy my virginal wife. Jill was an enthusiastic pupil. She couldn’t get enough of my pussy eating, especially after we fucked. I suppose we both understood this was rather unusual sex play and made it even more exciting.



We have become an outgoing couple and have a number of friends near our age, mostly couples but a few singles. Jill and her girl friends go out for lunch fairly often. She tells me that the subject of sex comes up frequently. Her married friends complain about the technique (or lack thereof) of their husbands in bed. The single girls seem forever searching for a nice guy who’s also good in bed. I tell Jill she is lucky that I have both attributes!



The first few luncheon dates Jill mostly listened to her friends talk candidly about their sex lives. I think guys are pretty closed mouth, at least us married guys. The singles do some bragging, of course. But Jill was quite surprised by the details her friends related.



“Jim, you wouldn’t believe some of the conversation! Barb was going on and on about how quick her husband shoots, leaving her high and dry. Sounded like he doesn’t last more than a couple of minutes. Then he pisses her off by turning over and going to sleep.”



“What do your other friends say to that?”



“Well, some chimed in with similar comments. No one seemed nearly as frustrated as Barb. Pat told her she should get a dildo. Helen said she needed a lover on the side. That’s how the conversations were going.



“Two weeks ago Pat started talking about the size of cocks. Apparently her husband Bill has a six inch cock. She said it wasn’t as big as some of her prior boyfriends but he uses it well. And that it fit nicely in her butt. That started a whole round of conversation about anal sex.”



“And?”



“Well, Pat was the only one in the group other than me that had ever been fucked in the ass. And I didn’t say anything until later. The others were real curious. Pat gave a graphic description of how they went about it. Interesting subject, especially at lunch!”



“Did you learn anything?”



“Nope, they did it about the same way as when you use the dildo on me and when Bob fucked me in the ass that one time.”



That was a year ago when we enlisted Susan to take some nude photos of us. The photo shoot turned into a very erotic time with me fucking Susan and Bob fucking Jill in both her pussy and ass. Prior to that Jill and I had played only with a dildo since my cock was too big. Bob’s cock was smaller and she enjoyed the experience. We have some close-up photos of his cock in her ass. And other photos from that night.



“We need to keep trying with the larger dildo. Maybe I’ll be able to get mine in you.”



“I suppose. Pat’s vivid description of her anal fun did get me going.”



“By the way, your sister called. Wants you to call. They want to treat us to another vacation. What do you think?”



“I think they want to get you and me in bed with them. But you have been adamant about not sharing me with anyone. Even though it happened that one time.”



“True, but he slipped it in so quickly I couldn’t have stopped him. I was mad at him but eventually accepted it. Bob is your brother-in-law and somehow that made it different. Besides he had let me fuck Susan numerous times.”



Plans were made. They took us on a ten-day cruise last year for our honeymoon. This time Bob booked a stay in Belize. Private bungalow and nearby nude beach were deciding factors. Jill and Susan went shopping almost every day. New beach wear, new swim suits, and other tropical clothes. This resort was apparently pretty ritzy and the girls got some really classy evening wear. Bob and I were even fitted for rental tuxes.



Belize was an up and coming Caribbean country and our resort was quite new, with a series of bungalows, with each two bungalows sharing a small pool. Our bungalow had two spacious bedrooms and a large main area. Our cost was probably half the cost on one of the more popular islands.



The flight via Miami was only a couple of hours, but traveling always wears me out. So after unpacking we all decided on short naps. Waking up after an hour or so I started rubbing Jill.



“Ready to go already?”



“You bet. Let me eat your pussy.”



“OK, but I also want to suck you.”



We are not really too good at 69. I get too distracted while eating Jill and she has a tendency toward pauses in her sucking me. But we weren’t in a hurry and it was a very pleasurable start to our vacation.



“Fuck me.”



I was ready, her pussy was juicy. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit and pushed in almost all the way in one stroke. Then I backed out so just the head was in, barely spreading her lips. I fucked her with just the last two inches of my cock. She likes that and I do too. But I can only do it for a short time or I might cum way too early. I then started some deep strokes, going up to my balls, then back out. When I’m doing this Jill spreads her lips. Now I can pull my cock out completely on each stroke and back in without missing the spot.



Her pussy is very snug and makes my cock feel really good. Jill has been working on some pussy exercises. I push my cock in all the way and hold the position. She milks my cock with those fabulous pussy muscles. Without fail it will make me come. Before I shrink away I’ll do some fast thrusts so she can also climax. My cock is covered with a frothy mix of our juices as I pull out.



“Eat me.”



I was ready. She spread her legs wide apart. Her wet pink hole was open and leaking cum. Jill spread her lips apart and I started lapping my cum from her sticky pussy. I pushed my tongue into her wet hole. Jill let out a long groan as I licked up and down her slit. As I continued to suck more and more sperm and her juices came out. She squeezed her muscles and the last of my sperm landed on my tongue. She clamped her legs tightly around my head and came in a gush. I feasted on the extra juices.



“So good, so good. Show me.”



I stuck out my tongue to show her my cum. During the two years we have been married I have tasted my cum many, many times. Others might think the thought of eating cum too gross but it has become our favorite.



There was a knock on our bedroom door.



“What are you guys doing in there? Still sleeping?”



“No, Jim was just sucking the last of his cum from my pussy.”



“You guys, can’t waste a minute. Hurry up, we’re hungry.”



We had some fu-fu drinks in the bar, the drink type with umbrellas. Seemed the thing to do. Dinner was a casual affair, and afterward the four of us strolled along the beach. The moon was nearly full. Susan reminded us that this was the nude part of the beach and maybe we should take advantage. We quickly stripped down, bundled our clothes near a palm tree and continued our beach stroll hand in hand. A nude beach was a first for Jill and me.



Along the way we twice met other couples who were fully clothed. We had to laugh at the penetrating looks and smiles that we received. Turning around, we headed back and put our clothes back on. The sexual temperature between us had risen perceptively.



Back at our bungalow, we stripped again and went into our little pool. Susan ask us if we ever thought about our cruise last year.



“Of course. Jim and I relive some of those moments. We have those pictures. Who could forget…”



Bob joined in, “Jill, I don’t mind telling you I was surprised that you let me fuck you. And even more so, to then fuck you in the ass.”



“If you recall, Bob, I was eating Susan’s pussy at the time.



“You shouldn’t have taken advantage of my distraction. I must admit, though, it really turned me on. And your ass fucking was a first for me. I remember every inch of your cock as it went in. Every inch! Jim uses a small dildo on me from time to time. He would dearly love to stick his cock in but it just won’t fit. You know, Susan, you couldn’t get it in either.”



“Yeah, no matter how hard I tried, only a couple of inches was all I could manage. Bob couldn’t either. I think we need to practice with the bigger dildo of yours.”



“I brought it with me. How about giving the boys something to drool over? With your help maybe I can get most of it in. It’s a little smaller than Jim’s cock.”



Jill went inside and found both dildos and lube.



“OK boys, let’s see how it goes.”



Jill laid on the lounge chair and spread her legs. Susan rubbed lube on her pussy and asshole. She started rubbing Jill’s pussy with one hand while working the lubed-up small dildo into her butt. Without much difficulty the dildo went all the way in.



“OK, now ready for the big one?”



“Yeah, but you have to go real slow. Stop when I tell you.”



Susan lubed up the bigger dildo and pressed the head on Jill’s asshole. She moved it in and out about a half-inch with a rotating motion.



“OK, you can go a little deeper.”



Over the next few minutes Jill took about half of the eight-inch dildo.



“That’s all I can take, Susan. But it really was feeling good.”



“Jim, would it be ok if Bob put his cock in my ass?”



I wasn’t at all keen on him fucking my wife’s pussy again but anal was, I suppose, ok.



Bob put some more lubrication on Jill’s little hole and easily slipped his finger in. Her ass was already opened by the dildo. He finger fucked her with one and then two fingers.



“OK, I’m ready.”



His cock hard as a rock, Bob got into position and lined up his cock. He pressed the head in just half an inch, then back out, then in about an inch. He held that position for a moment to let Jill get accustomed to his size.



“Go real slow! Just put the tip in for now. That’s better. OK you can go a little deeper.”



Bob eventually buried his 7″ cock and started slow stroking. Susan continued to rub Jill’s pussy and finger fucking her. The combination quickly brought Jill to a climax. I wished I had our camera but I suspect there will be other opportunities.



“Wow, that was even better than I remember from last year. Adding your fingers in my pussy pushed me over the top.”



“Our pleasure. Jim needs some relief, don’t you? Come over here and fuck me.”



Jill didn’t mind me playing with her sister. It had happened a number of times before Jill and I met. Like I remembered from those early sex ed sessions, Susan’s pussy was snug. I’m somewhat bigger than Bob. We quickly established a good rhythm. I was on top, doggy style, our favorite position.



“Go deep, Jim. That’s it. Slower. Now faster.”



I responded well to her direction and put on a bit of display for my wife. Jill joined in, playing with my balls. When she stuck a finger deep into my raised butt I came in a gush.



“Don’t forget, Jim, you need to eat my pussy now. Make me come.”



And eat it I did. Her pussy was gaping wide and some of my cum was visible. She got on top of me and let the first dollop of my cum to drip into my mouth. Then I stuck my tongue in and lapped up more that was oozing out. Jill clamped her legs around my head. It was hard to breath, she was pulling my mouth so tightly into her pussy. I had my entire mouth on her pussy. My face was covered with her juices. Jill cried out with her climax.



“Wow!” Jill exclaimed. “That was so sexy watching. Jim, you really like doing that don’t you? That is so decadent. If you ever let Bob fuck me again I want you to eat me just the same way. Maybe I’ll have you both cum in me so there will be lots to lap up. My girl friends are already panting to get your tongue. Shall I share you?”



The thought of eating Jill’s girl friends was one of my fantasies. Jill had shown them some photos we had taken, one of which was me eating her pussy after sex.



After a long day and some great sex we all hit the sack and slept like logs. The next couple of days went similarly. The only big change was that both Jill and Susan wanted to be DP’d with Bob in their ass and me in pussy. Naturally Bob and I had no objection, the biggest problem would be holding back until both girls had been fucked.



The first night we started with Susan. She got on top facing me and positioned my cock at her pussy. As she dropped down my cock slid in half way. A few more up and down hip movements and I was in. Bob straddled my legs and pressed his lubricated cock to her asshole. He slowly pushed, each stroke going a bit deeper. Susan started hip movements. We eventually got coordinated enough for both cocks to slide in and out.



“Bob, we need to stop. I’m close and we still need to DP Jill.”



Over Susan’s objections we pulled out. Jill mounted me and Bob worked his cock into her ass. Jill mimicked Susan’s hip movements.



“How’s the view back there?”



From his position Bob could watch our cocks go into her.



“Jill sure has a sexy ass. Looks great with my cock in it. I’ll bet her pussy feels good.”



“Sure does. Tight. I also feel your cock when you push in.”



Bob and I didn’t last much longer and came at about the same time. Jill was not there yet.



“Susan, quick, take a picture.”



Cum was dripping from both of Jill’s open holes as we pulled out.



“Jill, you have really been fucked. Wait until you guys see these photos.”



Unfortunately pulling out as we did we left Jill high and dry. So Susan ate my cum from her sister’s pussy and brought her to climax.



The next night we reversed and Susan received our loads and Jill then cleaned up Susan.



As it got closer to the weekend the nude beach became more crowded. Jill and I would get there about 10 AM when there were still some deck chairs and big umbrellas available. Stripping off our suits we would spend the next several hours watch the parade go by. Some older couples, not many couples our age, but quite a few single guys and girls, usually in small groups.



It was fun to compare notes about the physical attributes of the beach walkers. Jill naturally focused on cocks. I checked out the breasts and pussies. A couple of black guys, probably locals, strolled by several times checking out Jill. And she did likewise. Their cocks weren’t hard but still hung down quite a ways. Both were uncircumcised, the first that Jill had ever seen.



“I wonder how big they get, they’re already so big.”



“Well you know what they say about black guys and their cocks?”



“No, what?”



“That they’re really hung. Nine inch, ten, whatever. You interested?”



“Of course not but it’s really hard not to notice how big they are.”



“Well, you know there are showers and growers.”



“What’s that?”



“Showers are cocks that are pretty big while flaccid. Showing off as it were. So as big as their cocks look they might not get a whole lot bigger. On the other hand if they are growers they start small but grow a bunch.”



“And what are you?”



“I think I’m more toward the shower type, maybe 6 inches or so flaccid, expanding to that 8 1/2 inches you like. But in diameter I might be more grower since I go from about one-inch diameter to well over two inches.”



“That’s why I like how you bulge in your swim suit, especially when I tease you. I notice how other women check you out. Your cock has a perfect combination of length and fatness. It really fills me up.”



“We better talk about something else otherwise my ‘growing’ might start right here.”



I took a short nap and woke up with voices close at hand. Our two black voyeurs were back, standing in front of Jill. She was at eye level with their cocks and made more eye contact there than at their faces. The conversation was fairly mundane, where we were from, were they locals (yes), and so forth. Seeing I was now awake, introductions were made. William and George worked in nearby restaurants and had a day off. They were originally from Haiti and came to Belize for better jobs.



I couldn’t hardly believe it when my shy wife just came out and asked them about their uncircumcised cocks.



“Does it hurt when your cocks get so hard? What do you have to do?”



William, the more brazen of the pair, said “Let me show you” and proceeded to start stroking his long cock. Not to be upstaged George did likewise. We were sitting fairly close to the far edge of the beach and they were facing us. So not much risk of being noticed.



Both cocks started out already about seven inches but now were achieving some impressive size. The foreskins pulled back, the heads emerged. Both cocks were now standing impressively at attention.



“Jim, I can’t believe these cocks. They must be ten inches or more!”



“Mine is ten inches, George’s is maybe a bit longer.”



“Yep, mine is longer than William’s. Want to touch it?”



I could tell she wanted to. “Go ahead, Jill. If you don’t you’ll always wonder what it felt like.”



Up until now she had only seen my cock and more recently Bob’s. So I wasn’t surprised by her curiosity. Especially give that the cocks were black, huge, and uncut.



Jill reached out and lightly touched George’s cock. He moved a bit closer to Jill, and she leaned forward from her chair. Now she could rub the head and stroke the entire shaft.



“Look, Jim. I can put both of my hands on it. There are a couple of inches to go.”



My wife’s dainty white hands on this massive pole looked unbelievable. She moved one hand to his low-hanging balls while continuing to stroke his cock. It must have been quite a turn-on as well for him. After only a couple of minutes he started coming. Four or five big spurts shot on to my wife’s hand. She rubbed some of the cum onto his cock and gave it several more strokes.



“Wow, that was a lot of cum. William, now your turn.”



Jill still had cum from George on her hand. “Look, William, I’m putting your friend’s cum on your cock. Does it feel good?”



Jill stroked his cock while she talked dirty. “I want you to come. I want to taste it.” That thought caused poor William to explode into Jill’s hands. She leaned over and kissed the head of his cock. “Mm, tastes good!”



“Missy, you are the sexiest woman I have ever met. Your husband is most lucky. Thank you.”



They quickly backed away, their cocks starting to droop back down. Jill was rather embarrassed that she actually jerked them off. I told her that nothing really bad happened and that if necessary I would have put a stop to it.



That evening when we met up with Susan and Bob I related the incident to them. After a couple of drinks Jill became rather expansive about two guys and their uncircumcised cocks. She now had four cocks to compare with neither Bob nor I coming close in size to the two black ones.

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