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This is the first of a couple of chapters of how my grandmother instructed me on the ways of PLEASURING ladies. All people / charters in these stories are older than 18 and younger than 75. Any resemblance between real people and ones in these stories is just a coincidence.



List of charters for this chapter;



Grandmother Dee, age 63 (average build for a 62 year old lady with 42DD breasts)



Diane, grandmothers French friend, age 64 (slightly plump with 40 F breasts)



Anna, grandmothers German friend, age 61 (“Well put together” with 44 DD breasts)



Sheryl, Anna’s daughter, age 42 with a body to “die” for. Five foot tall with a 38D–23-32 body and a tan with NO tan lines.



As a reminder, Granny and her friends are “casual” NUDISTS and when they are in each other’s house, they run around naked and “letting it all hang down” as the wording goes about sexy old ladies and their pendulous breasts.




Chapter two



I woke up a couple hours after the “sex” session with those three sexy older gals to my body being washed gently with a warn washcloth.



I looked down to see Diane washing my legs and penis, with a bowl of hot water and a warm washcloth.



She smiled at me and said that I had slept for about two hours and she thought that I was rested enough to continue.



She said granny Dee and Anna were down stairs baking and she needed to be pleasured, as she was the only one of the three over sexed ladies that had not had the pleasure of feeling my hard cock in her moist warm pussy.



I turned on my side and took her hand that was washing me off and pulled her towards me and kissed her and she just melted into my arms.



I took the cloth from her hand and flipped it into the basin of water and pulled her on top of myself. She rolled to one side with her massive breasts pushed against my body. I took one of them in my hand and gently squeezed it and pinched her nipple.



She rose onto one arm and let those beauties hang in front of me. She took her hand and started to group for my now semi hard cock and took the precum and rubbed it all over it.



I took one of her nipples into my mouth and started to suck on it like a new born baby looking for warm milk.



She pulled on my cock and rolled on top of me and placed my cock between her legs and at the entrance to that moist love tunnel of hers.



I took a minute to cup breasts, pushing them together and kissing both her nipples. Thrust my hips upward, pushing the head of my cock just into the entrance to her “tunnel of love.” She lowered herself down onto my cock and with her love muscles, squeezed my cock and held it firmly in place for a minute or two before starting too slid up and down on it.



Her breast flopped around in my face as she rode my cock. She started to moan and then throw her head back and screamed a pleasurable scream of joy as she organized.



With that my balls tighten and I could feel my cum shot into her “tunnel of love.” I keep pumping into her for what felt like a life time until I had nothing left to deliver. She fell on top of me and lay there for the longest time as our juices ran out of her and onto the bed.



With her scream both Dee and Anna came into the room and sat down on either side of the bed and kissed us both and lay there with us.



Diane and I got up and went to take a shower and wash the “love juices” from our bodies as Dee and Anna returned to the kitchen to finish making lunch.



We walked into the kitchen holding hands and asked “what was smelling so good for lunch.”



Anna said that all she could still smell was the “smell of sex” though out the house.



Granny walked over to me and kissed me and said that, “that smell was one of the best smells that a house could have” as it had not smelled like that since last summer when I visited.



We all stood there naked and smiling at the thought of what the rest of the day would bring.



I walked over to the fridge and got cold soda out and offered ones to the gals. They all said that they would rather have a glass of wine and I agreed that I would also.



Granny went down to the wine cellar and brought a bottle of cranberry wine up for us to drink. It was pink and the color remained me of grannies nipples. All three of the ladies nipples were a different shade of pink. None of them were a dark color as a lot of the younger gals I had seen in pictures have.



We all enjoyed the meal and then went out onto the back porch to enjoy the afternoon sun. I was elected to apply sun screen (sun tan lotion as they called it back then) to the gals.



They all laid down on recliners and awaited my hands caressing their sexy bodies. One by one I got the process completed, even though each had to stroke my cock while I was “doing” them. By the time I was done with them my cock was throbbing so bad that I reached down and stroked it as they watched me send ropes of com into the brushes around the patio.



Anna stood up and walked over to me and got down on her knees and started to suck the cum off my penis that had gotten on it during my pumping. As she was licking my cock she took her hand and placing between my legs pushed her finger into my anus. She moved it around like a doctor does when checking a male patient which caused my penis to get hard right now. She looked up at me and with a devilish smile kept sucking on my cock.



Within two minutes I was shooting more cum down her throat and out the edges of her mouth.



The other two gals just cheered her on and with I was done exploding clapped and laughed with joy.



I collapsed onto a chair and sat there, my eyes closed enjoying the feeling of what had just happened.



We all tanned for a while till we heard the front door open and someone walk into the house calling out grannies name.



Anna called out to her daughter that we were all out on the back patio and to come join us after she got us another bottle of wine.



Sheryl walked out onto the patio and my cock sprang to live at the sight of her naked body.



She had stripped in the house and came walking out caring two bottles of wine and five glasses.



Anna stood up to assist her and introduced her to me.



Sheryl came over to me and kissed me while pressing her body into mine. I hugged her closer to me and pressed my cock into her leg. She kept kissing me all the while the three gals clapped. Anna said she knew her daughter would be impressed with me and my well developed “body.”



Sheryl let go of the kiss and stepped back and raised her hand and took my now more than semi hard cock in her hand and playfully shock it like you would shake hands and said “HELLO.”



Granny spoke up and asked how Sheryl had been as she had not seen her for a couple of month.



Sheryl said, “she was fine but HORNY AS HELL as she had broken up with her boyfriend and after what her mother had told her about me, needed some much over due loving.”



All grannies could say was that the two of us YOUNGUN could do whatever we wished as long as the three of them could watch.



We looked at each other and with a smile took each other hand and walked back into the house and the family room with the three of them following.



We sat down on the sofa with the three of them pulling up chairs to enjoy the show. Granny had stopped at a closet and gotten a box out and handed Anna and Diane a dildo to keep themselves happy as they watched us.



Sheryl took my penis in her hand and started to stroke it all the time I was pinching and foundling her nipples and breasts.



I somewhat pulled away from her stroking my cock, and suggested that we be careful as the “OLD GAL’s” had been rough on me and I was a little sore.



Sheryl smiled at me and said she would hold off a while as we watched the “OLDIES” play with themselves and their dildos.



The thought of granny, Diane and Anna showing off for us got me so turned on that my cock started growing to a length that Sheryl had not seen before and with her seeing it’s long length and girth, she started licking her lips and inserting a finger in her “hole of love.”



Sheryl looked over at her mother and granny and said, “You did not tell me he was that big.”



She got up and with asked granny where her sewing kit was at as she wanted to measure my penis with a cloth sewing tape.



Granny told her it was in the den and pointed.



Sheryl came back with a tape and bent down in front of me to measure. Her breasts hung so low that they rubbed my knees. She took my penis and measured its length and told the gals, “10 ¾” rock hard.”



She them wrapped the tape around it and called out 6 ¼” in diameter.”



Granny’s eye’s get big and said that when she had done that last summer I was only 8″ x 4 ¾”. With that she said, I truly had got bigger over the school year.



The other gals agreed and said that was why they were so sore after me fucking them.



Sheryl said she did not know if she could handle me and her mother said back, “if I can take all of him, I know you can, just go slow and easy when you sit on him, do not let him be on top and force it, you control him entrance.”



Anna and Diane were playing with their nipples and stoking their dildos on the lips of their pussies as all this measuring was going on.



Granny was fingering herself and you could see her pussy lips were soaked with her love juices.



Anna was the first to slide her black dildo into herself and pushing it all the way in and pulling it out started to scream as she climaxed almost on the first stroke. Her nipples were so large they looked like “pink pearl” pencil easers sticking on the end of her large pink areolas.



Diane took about five minutes longer to finish herself off before slumping in the chair with exhaustion.



About an hour later Sheryl came over to me and sat down facing me and put a sleeping mask on my eyes and started kissing my ear lobe. She hung her breasts against me and took my soft cock in her have and applied a soothing lotion to it.



I started to get had instantly and she stood up and turned her back towards me. I said, “What gives” and granny said “just go with the flow and you will enjoy this manner of sex.”



Sheryl spread her legs and straddled my lap.



She lowered her butt onto me and reaching between her legs grabbed my cock and guided it into her “lubed” pussy.



She slid down on my massive penis, controlling it’s insertion as her mother had told her to do.



She then started moving up and down and going deeper with each squat. I took my hands and reaching around her took hold of her breasts and cupped them and pinched her nipples.



She pushed down on my cock and squished my balls into the sofa a couple of times as she finally got full penetration. I just keep playing with her nipples and kissing the back of her head. Al of a sudden I felt her finger stoking my cock on the upward strokes and her was also playing with her Cortes. She started moaning and pushing hard down on me and I could feel her cunt squeeze my cock till I shot a load into her that oozed out of her before she could seal the “tunnel of love” with her muscles.



When we finally parted and she took of the mask, I saw a camcorder in grannies hand and a smile on her face. (more on this part of the gals fun later in the chapters)



Diane just smiled and said that now they had another video to add to the collection. Anna added that it was the first with her daughter and a cock being used instead of just dildos.



They all agreed that we would have to watch it this evening after supper and with that Sheryl and I headed to the shower.



After a steak supper on the patio, I went in to watch a show on TV while the gals cleaned up the dishes.



The next thing I knew was granny waking me up and handing me a cup of hot chocolate. I looked at her in her “morning” apron and asked “what time was it.”



She said it was around ten I the morning. I had fallen asleep in the recliner and the gals all went home, as they understood I needed my rest.



She said that we were to go to visit another one of her friends around two this afternoon for a pool party and refreshments. So I should get going and get cleaned up and have some “breakfast”, as she raised her apron to expose that lovely shaved pussy.



I stood up and put my cup down and reached for and untied the apron string.



I pulled her towards me and gently pushed her into the recliner.



I got on my knees and spread her legs wide so my head fit between and my tongue darted into the “sweetest tasting pussy” on the planet.



Granny put her legs on the arm of the recliner and massaged the back of my head as I licked and sucked on her clitoris ever so gently. I spread her lips and inserted my tongue deeply into her “tunnel of love” and licked and sucked till her legs tighten around my head and she trembled with the over “CUMMING” of her first climax of the day.



My cock was rock hard at this time and pushing against the chair. I stood up and inserted my cock into her pussy and plunged all the way in on the first stroke as she was so wet. She held me there with her legs and slowly moved her hips around in a circular motion to rub the walls of her “love tunnel” against my cock. I pushed all the way in and exploded a load deep in her. When we both caught our breaths, we smiled at each other and headed to the bathroom to bath each other and get ready for the afternoon party.







MORE excitement in the next chapter.

“That fucking bastard!” I screamed at my computer as the Find My iPhone app confirmed my darkest suspicions. “That lying sonofabitch!”



“I’ll be working all night on that merger project and just be able to catch a couple of hours sleep at the office before my 9 a.m. meeting,” my husband had said so convincingly a few minutes ago. He didn’t know I had activated the GPS tracker on his iPhone. This was the third time this month he’d pulled this shit, but this time I had the new Find My iPhone app to see where he really was. How stupid did he think I was?



The real question was what was I going to do about it? It’s one thing to know your husband is a cheating, lying bastard, it’s another thing to do something about it. My anger quickly gave way to defeatism. What does she have that I don’t have?



I stood up and looked at myself in the full-length mirror covering our closet door. Turning left and right as I slowly shed my clothes, I tried to be objective about my 34 year-old body. My breasts still looked good, pretty pert with no sag. My stomach was toned; I worked out at least four days a week and swam regularly. I ran my hands down my flat stomach and along my smooth hips.



Adjusting the closet door so the mirror faced the floor to ceiling window that covered most of one wall of our bedroom, I checked out my backside. With the drapes opened, the window glass reflected almost like another mirror. Nice firm ass, no sign of sag there either. I slapped my bare ass cheek for emphasis. So what the fuck was it?



My husband’s co-worker was very pretty and she was ten years younger than I am but I always thought I had kept him satisfied. I gave him regular blowjobs and I was pretty good at it if I do say so myself. Up until recently, our sex had always been adventurous, almost aerobic. So why was he fucking that slut?



I let out a long sigh. This was getting me nowhere. Maybe a swim would clear my brain. I slipped on my lavender, silk robe and walked downstairs. Exiting through the sliding glass door off the family room, I was surprised by how hard the door slammed behind me. Maybe I was tenser than I thought.



Standing next to the pool in the cool night air, I dropped my robe and looked around. Our neighbor’s house wasn’t far away but I thought it unlikely he would be looking out at this time of night. I dove in, letting the water rush around me and caress my bare skin. I tried to forget about what my husband and his young slut were doing as I swam a few fast laps. When I felt the tension starting to leave my shoulders, I flipped onto my back and floated leisurely around letting my body completely relax. Fuck him!



Swimming usually helped but I couldn’t quite get the image of those two cheaters out of my mind or the helplessness I felt trying to determine what to do about it. If I confronted him was I willing to throw away twelve years of marriage? If I didn’t confront him was I willing to live with myself as the pathetic little wife who just accepted her husband’s infidelity? I finally gave up and climbed out of the pool. Grabbing my robe I tried to push the door open but it wouldn’t budge.



“What the fuck!” I cried, pulling on the handle. Shit. It must have locked when I slammed it shut. I almost laughed at the absurdity of standing naked in my back yard while my husband was across town fucking his whore. “Here I am world,” I wanted to shout. “Fuck me over some more”.



Now what? I knew the rest of the doors were locked. We had talked about a keyless entry for our garage but had never gotten around to it. There was a light on next door but I was naked as a jaybird. Well, almost. I slipped the silk robe on, pulling it tightly around me. It didn’t have a tie so I held it closed as I traversed the short sidewalk that connected our side yards. Feeling totally foolish and embarrassed, I shivered as I rang Ron’s back doorbell.



We don’t know our neighbor very well except to say hello on the driveway now and then. If it was a shock for him to find a wet, half naked woman on his doorstep, he didn’t show it.



“Hello, Mrs. Ascott,” Ron said politely as if I stopped by like this regularly.



“Hi Ron, call me Beth,” I said, wondering what he was thinking.



“Okay, Beth,” he smiled. “What can I do for you?”



“I locked myself out of my house,” I said as he held the door open for me and I saw him starring at my breasts. I didn’t have to look down to know what the night air had done to my nipples and I knew my wet skin would make the silk almost transparent.



I blushed even more when I realized that Ron was only wearing a pair of sweat pants that hung enticingly low on his hips. His black chest rippled with muscles that deepened the color of my already flush face.



“How… um… I mean…” Ron was stammering as I dripped water on his kitchen floor and pulled the robe tightly around me. He couldn’t keep his eyes off my breasts and I have to admit I found it reassuring after my husband’s self-esteem crushing lies earlier in the evening.



“I was swimming and somehow the sliding glass door got locked. I’m sorry to bother you but I didn’t know what to do. Maybe I could call a locksmith or something,” I blurted out all in one breath.



“Of course, come in,” he said, ushering me into the living room. “I’ll get you a towel,” he added. I watched him walk out of the room, almost voyeuristically observing his well-defined back muscles as he moved.



I have never fantasized about interracial sex but Ron’s naked torso was having an effect on me. Maybe it was because I was sitting there almost naked or because I was still reeling from my husband’s infidelity but I felt the familiar twinges of arousal between my naked thighs. Stop it! I admonished myself until I watched him walk back into the kitchen with a noticeable bulge in the front of his sweatpants. At least I still had that effect on someone even if it wasn’t my husband.



Ron handed me the towel but I was at odds about how to dry off while keeping my robe pulled around me. He seemed to sense my discomfort and suggested I go upstairs to dry off. He didn’t try to hide his scrutiny of my near naked rear-end as I ascended the stairs.



“There are some t-shirts in the second drawer down,” he called after me. “Help yourself. I’ll go see about your door. Sliding glass doors don’t always latch all the way,” he added.



I went into his very masculine bedroom, all dark colors with a huge dark blue or black comforter on his king-sized bed. Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror over Ron’s dresser I was shocked to see that my robe was almost completely transparent. No wonder Ron couldn’t keep his eyes off my breasts. My nipples and areolas were as much on display as if I had been naked. The bottom half of my robe wasn’t as wet and the material wasn’t adhering to my skin so you could barely see a hint of my light colored pubic hair through the silk robe. At least that was something.



As I dropped the robe and started toweling off, my pussy twitched again at the idea of me standing naked in my neighbor’s bedroom. In a very weird way it felt like an erotic adventure. I found his t-shirt drawer and slipped on an extra-long, V-neck shirt. Ron is well over six feet tall so the shirt hung almost mid-thigh length on me and rested nicely against my breasts. It displayed a little more cleavage than I usually like but I was beyond being modest at this point. He had already gotten an eyeful.



Properly attired, well almost, I nosily walked around his bedroom, looking at his things. I breathed in the masculine scent of him that hung in the air like an aphrodisiac. I was admiring a pair of bookends on his dresser when I saw movement through his window. Moving closer, I watched Ron step into my backyard and disappear behind the house. I could see part of the pool from here and the entire side of my house. I noticed the light was still on in my bedroom window. Shit. I looked more closely and could see everything in my bedroom as clear as day. That meant…



I hurried out of his bedroom, turned left and ran to the next room down the hall. This was some kind of exercise room but I was only interested in the window. Just as I feared, this room had a clear view of my backyard including the pool. Ron could have been watching me. My heart was beating rapidly as I assessed the damage. He wouldn’t have been able to see much from up here. Taking a step back, I froze. On a small table next to the window was a pair of binoculars. Shit.



I picked them up and put them to my eyes as I moved slowly back to the window. There he was, working on my sliding glass door like he was standing right in front of me. Okay, he not only could have been watching me, I was pretty certain he had been watching me. I wondered how long this had been going on.



As I was trying to assimilate this new information, I saw Ron coming back from my house. I focused the binoculars on his six-pack abs and it was like I could touch them. Was he doing that while I was floating on my back in the pool? Hmm.



I couldn’t believe how hard my heart was pounding or how excited my pussy was that my sexy black neighbor had been checking me out. What the fuck was wrong with me? I couldn’t keep my husband from straying but my voyeuristic neighbor aroused me. I put the binoculars back where I found them, grabbed my robe from Ron’s bedroom and was at the bottom of the stairs when he came in the back door.



“I got it opened, Mrs. Ascott,” Ron said as he looked up at me, standing there in one of his t-shirts. “That looks better on you than it ever would on me,” he smiled as he set a long screwdriver on the table.



“I doubt that,” I answered boldly. He stared at me for a second and I wondered if my nipples were showing again but I didn’t dare look down. I watched his lips curl into a half smile as if he could read my mind.



“Thank you,” I said stepping towards the door. “I better be going.” I was standing right next to him and my heart was pounding as I imagined him watching me get ready for bed.



“Anytime,” he said in such a way that it could mean whatever I wanted it to.



“You’re a lifesaver, Ron,” I said, leaning up and chastely kissing his cheek.



“Like a knight in shining armor,” he joked.



“Well, a knight in sweatpants,” I said, laughing as I tapped my finger against his bare chest. Fuck! It was like touching solid steel. I wondered if his bulge was that hard. Stop it!



“Rescuing naked damsels is my specialty,” he said, wrapping his large, dark hand around mine. “Call me if you need anything,” he smiled, saying anything like it could be a broken cabinet hinge or a night of sexual bliss. I pulled my hand away and rushed out the door.



What a night! My husband was still fucking his young slut of a co-worker and I was staring out my window, wondering whether I wanted to pull the curtains closed. Standing in the middle of my bedroom, still wearing Ron’s t-shirt, I pictured him watching me. Are you there with your binoculars? Do you want to see me naked? Do you want to come over? Stop it! Where did that come from?



Well, why not? It isn’t like I’d be the only one in this marriage who was unfaithful and that was an awfully large bulge. He’s watching me anyway. He’s already seen me naked, why shouldn’t I see him. I wanted to take his t-shirt off and press my breasts against the window. I wished the t-shirt smelled like him instead of like a dryer sheet.



I grabbed the phone and scrolled through our contact list. A few months ago we had a neighborhood watch meeting where they had us input each other’s phone numbers in case of emergency. Well, wasn’t this ache in my heart, not to mention the itch between my legs, somewhat of an emergency? I took a deep breath and pressed call.



“Hi Beth,” he answered.



“Hi Ron,” I said lamely.



“Did you forget something?” he asked, sounding somewhat amused.



“I was… um… wondering if you wanted to come over and get your t-shirt,” I said, knowing this wasn’t about the t-shirt.



“Why don’t you bring it back to me?” he asked calmly.



“My husband won’t be home tonight if that’s what you’re worried about,” I said, getting bolder as I stepped closer to the window.



“That’s not it,” he said quietly. “I just think it’s polite to return things you borrow, don’t you?”



“You want me to bring it to you?” I asked, thinking about his bedroom and his king-sized bed.



“Don’t you usually return things you borrow?” he asked, avoiding my question.



“Yes,” I answered starting to pull the t-shirt over my head as I stared out the window.



“Don’t take it off,” he said quickly. “Bring it back like that.”



“You are watching.” I said, letting the t-shirt drop back into place.



“Oh, yes,” he breathed into the phone.



“You were watching me earlier, in the pool.” It was a statement rather than a question.



“I like your breast stroke,” he said quietly.



“I was floating on my back,” I corrected him.



“Exactly,” he said so coolly that I felt my nipples tauten.



“What do you do when you watch me?” I asked.



“What do you think I do?” he answered offhandedly, filling my brain with visions of him stroking his large bulge. I took a deep breath and changed the subject.



“What would I wear home if I bring it to you like this?” I asked teasingly.



“Don’t worry about that,” he answered coolly. “I could loan you another one if you want.” he added with a hint of seduction in his voice.



“What would you do if I brought it over?” I asked quietly.



“What would you want me to do?” he answered, again side-stepping the question.



“Do you always turn back questions instead of answering them directly,” I asked with a sigh.



“Only when I don’t know the exact answer,” he said calmly.



“You don’t know what you’d do to me?” I asked.



“Not until you’ve told me what you want,” he answered like it was the most natural thing in the world for me to tell him how to seduce me. Maybe it was because I didn’t respond or maybe he could see my anxiety through his binoculars but he switched to a more direct invitation.



“Why don’t you come over and we can discuss it while I retrieve my property?” he said, his voice sounding almost an octave lower than it did earlier. When I didn’t answer he added without a hint of menace. “You can always just borrow it again and go home.”



“Okay.” I put down the phone and checked my hair in the mirror before I remembered he was still watching. I shrugged at the window before hurrying down the stairs.



I tried not to think about what I was doing as I hopped across the sidewalk and saw him standing at his back door waiting for me. His muscular black chest looked like it had a slight sheen as the porch light reflected off of it.



“Thanks for returning this so promptly,” he smiled as he offered me a glass of wine that was already poured. We locked eyes and sipped wine as we stood toe to toe in his living room.



“Why are you here?” he asked, running his finger down the side of my cheek and sending an electric pulse throughout my body.



“My husband is fucking his coworker across town,” I answered without any forethought while I pondered if this was my only reason for being here.



“So this is what? Revenge?” he asked with a hint of amusement as he took a sip of his wine.



“I don’t know… well, yeah, I guess it’s sort of revenge and sort of evening the score,” I answered before taking a bigger sip of wine. He just nodded like he understood.



“What do you like?” he asked as he set both of our glasses down on an end table and lifted the hem of his t-shirt. I let him pull it over my head before I answered.



“What do you mean?” I felt so vulnerable and quite aroused standing there naked. He brushed the side of my breast with his fingers. The color contrast between his black fingers and my pale breast was surprisingly erotic.



“Do you like to be in control or out of control?” he elaborated as his fingers lightly caressed the sides of my breasts.



“I don’t want to be in control tonight,” I answered honestly, enjoying his gentle touch.



“How out of control do you want to be?” he asked, barely squeezing my breasts, hefting them in his huge hands. I’ve never had anyone ask me questions like this while exploring my naked flesh in such a sensual way. Fuck! I could feel myself getting wet already.



“What are my choices?” I asked, uncertain where this line of questioning was going but enjoying his overt assessment of my exposed breasts.



“Restrained, out of control?” he asked with his eyebrows raised. As if to emphasize his question, he gently encircled my wrists with his fingers and pulled my arms high over my head.



“I’ve never done that,” I answered, quivering excitedly at the thought.



“Well, let’s take it slowly and see what you like,” he smiled. Keeping my arms over my head, he bent his mouth to my taut nipples and started licking, sucking and nibbling on my sensitive buds. I could already feel myself losing control. What was I doing? I closed my eyes and just let myself enjoy the erotic sensations of his talented mouth. Just when I thought I wouldn’t be able to stand like that any longer, he released my wrists and scooped me up in his powerful arms.



“Let’s take this into the bedroom, Mrs. Alcott,” he smiled as he carried me up the stairs. My feet were draped over one arm while his other arm encircled my shoulders. My cheek rested against his well-built chest and I couldn’t resist flicking my tongue against his dark skin.



“Mmmm,” he whispered. “This is going to be fun, isn’t it?”



He placed me gently in the center of his large bed and I sunk down into the soft dark comforter. While I was still settling onto his bed he pulled my hand to his lips and lightly kissed my palm several times. It was so deliciously unexpected that I didn’t notice he had secured my wrist until he let go and I tried to pull my arm back. By then he was moving around the bed and repeating the action with my other hand. There was a soft leather cuff already attached to the headboard and my arms were now stretched out towards the top corners of his bed.



“You just happen to have handcuffs attached to your bedposts?” I asked as he smoothly massaged my foot while surreptitiously attaching a cuff to my ankle. He shrugged as he carefully pulled my other leg towards the last cuff. I was now spread-eagle on his bed, unable to move while he stood at the foot of the bed surveying his handiwork.



“Apparently I’m not the first woman you’ve had in your bed like this,” I said, trying to sound calmer than I felt. He just shrugged again and I watched the corners of his mouth move slightly like he was amused about something.



“Do you feel out of control?” he asked as he stepped over to a computer that was sitting on a corner table.



“I feel restrained,” I answered, almost challenging him to do more. It might seem funny that I wasn’t scared to be handcuffed to my neighbor’s bed when I hardly knew him and no one was aware I was here but there was something in his manner that invoked an implausible trust.



“Look at the ceiling,” he said as he tapped a couple of keys on the keyboard. What I had thought was a dark skylight suddenly burst to life as an extra large video monitor mounted in the ceiling and I was looking at my naked body stretched out on his bed.



Holy fuck! My eyes bounced back and forth between Ron and the monitor as he waited for my reaction. I didn’t know what to think or how to react. There was obviously a camera in the ceiling pointing right down at me.



“Have you ever watched yourself have an orgasm?” he asked quietly as he crawled onto the bed next to me. I shook my head.



“Nothing like this,” I answered. “Ken and I experimented with it a couple of times but we videoed our love making and watched it later.”



“With one stationary camera, I imagine,” Ron said as he ran his fingers across my pubic mound.



“Isn’t that stationary?” I asked, nodding at the ceiling.

“Yes, but it’s not the only one, watch this.” He held up his hand and showed me a small electronic gadget that fit on his finger like a ring. Pressing a button on a remote he had brought with him, he nodded towards the ceiling. When I looked up, I saw a close-up of my splayed open pussy. What the fuck!



“This is a wireless mini-cam,” he said. “You’ll be amazed at how erotic it is to watch yourself climax.” Before I could take it all in, his hand moved closer and the entire monitor was filled with my pussy — up close and personal, as they say.



“If you have all of this,” I nodded to the monitor, the computer and the handcuffs. “Why were you watching me?” I wasn’t sure what I thought about seeing myself displayed on a large screen like this.



“Because you’re so beautiful,” he said, looking me in the eye. “And you were, seemingly unattainable,” he smiled. “You know that you always want what you can’t have.” With that he nodded to the monitor.



“See this little bead of moisture right here,” he asked, bringing the camera closer so my labia completely filled the screen. Sure enough, there was a lone bead of moisture seeping out.



“This is just the first drop of a coming flood,” he said confidently as his other hand moved into the scene and his finger picked the moisture drop off while barely touching me. Fuck! That very slight touch sent a tremor through my body as if he had plunged his fingers right into me.



“Mmm,” he murmured, touching his finger to his tongue. “Feeling out of control yet?” he asked as I stared at the video screen and watched him spread my cunt lips apart. I gasped at his touch as well as the oversized video of the inside of my vagina.



I’m not a prude and I’ve watched my fair share of porn videos but nothing prepared me for the near out of body experience this was providing. It was doubly arousing to feel and watch as his fingers explored my vagina.



“Mmmm,” he said. “More juice already.” He was right; my pussy was bubbling up an impressive amount of liquid as I was helplessly watching him scoop it out and taste it.



“Want some?” he asked bringing two wet fingers to my mouth. I’ve sucked my husband off after we’ve had sex so I’m not afraid of tasting myself but I’ve never had it fed to me like this.



“Come on,” he said, locking eyes with me as he pressed his fingers to my lips. “You’re going to taste a lot more of it before the night is over.” I sucked his fingers into my mouth while staring at him defiantly. When I looked back at the monitor all I saw were two large black fingers sliding in and out between my pale lips. What an erotic sight! Fuck! He’s barely touched me and I’m creaming all over myself.



“You’ll want to keep your eyes on the monitor for this next part,” he said, clearly enjoying himself. I watched as he wet his fingers around the inside edges of my juicy hole and then dripped the natural lubricant onto my hooded clitoris. Fuck!



With his right hand on my thigh to steady the camera, he used two fingers of his other hand to lightly caress my clit.



“Oh God!” I gasped, trying to pull my knees up but couldn’t because of the restraints. I glanced at his face but he was intently focused on what he was doing, trying to hold the camera still while he used two fingers to stimulate my clit. That would have felt good no matter what but you can’t imagine what it was like to watch it happen to you.



Damn! My juices were flowing and I watched my ass muscles twitching on the big screen as he set a slow steady rhythm on my protruding clit. His dark fingers provided an erotic contrast to my very pink love button.



“Fuck! Don’t stop,” I pleaded as I strained against my bonds and watched my pussy generating enough lubricant to fuck for a week. I couldn’t move. He controlled everything with just two fingers.



“I have no intention of stopping,” he smiled. “I want you to watch your first orgasm of the night.” He dipped his fingers for more lubricant and increased the pace, rubbing faster but not harder on my hypersensitive clit. He knew exactly what to do and my body responded intensely to his virtuosic touch. My pussy lips were splayed open and frothing gratuitous amounts of juice as his fingers moved deftly across my swollen clit.



“Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck!” I tried to arch my back and push against his fingers but my legs were spread too wide. I saw my wet cunt lips quivering as I felt the pressure build.



“Come on,” he whispered encouragingly, to my pussy or maybe to me, I couldn’t tell which. “Just let it come.” I watched my ass muscles clench and my pussy contract as my climax rapidly approached.



“Ohhhhhhhhhh! Yeaaaahhhhh!” I screamed as my orgasm ripped through my body and my pussy spewed forth a flood of fresh cream. I was shaking and panting, spiraling my head from side to side.



“Don’t stop watching,” Ron admonished me and I flipped my eyes back to the big screen just in time to see my pussy lips visibly trembling from the intensity of my orgasm. “Have you ever seen anything like that?” he whispered reverently. Never! Fuck! If this is what he does to me with just two fingers what is the rest of the night going to be like.



I didn’t have long to ponder that question because Ron was kneeling between my legs and lowering his head to my drenched pussy. Looking up, I was surprised to see the stationary camera was again filling the screen with my entire body. I watched as Ron’s head moved closer to its target and I was again struck by the dramatic contrast between his black skin and the almost pale whiteness of mine.



“Fuck! I haven’t even caught my breath, Ron,” I moaned as his tongue flicked out and lapped at the freely flowing nectar inside my quivering pussy. I couldn’t believe I was at his mercy again so quickly. The view on the monitor was stimulating in itself but the feel of his tongue on my recently climaxed pussy was incredible.



I love oral sex and my husband eats me to orgasm regularly but this was something else entirely. Whether it was because Ken and I usually start our evening with oral sex and I was still coming down from my last orgasm or if Ron was doing something different with his tongue, I don’t know but he was making my whole body tremble, not just my pussy.



I wanted to arch against him and grab the back of his head but all I could do was lie there and watch. Well, that’s not all I could do, I was also churning up juices like crazy and the wet, slurping sounds coming from between my legs was an additional turn-on. This orgasm was building even faster than the last one and I was about to cry out when Ron pulled his tongue away from my pussy and crawled up my body.



“I was getting close,” I whined just before he pushed his pussy soaked tongue in my mouth and swirled it around.



“You taste so fucking good,” he breathed, breaking the kiss and staring into my eyes. “I just thought you should know how damn good you taste,” he added before sliding back down and resuming his oral onslaught of my over-heated pussy. Fuck! The taste in my mouth was an additional stimulant that unexpectedly drove me to even higher levels of arousal as Ron continued his tongue’s dominance of my smoldering pussy.



“What are you doing to me?” I cried as he licked, nibbled, bit and thoroughly molested my horny pussy.



“Are you out of control yet,” he asked, as he took a breath before renewing his expert attack on my liquefied cunt. Fuck! I was out of control when he carried me up the stairs. This was beyond out of control.



“Before the night is over, you won’t have a single brain cell that isn’t focused on your intense carnal pleasures,” Ron said, as he took another deep breath and began making good on his promise.



I came so fucking hard that I thought I would tear the bedposts off. Ron was doing things with his mouth that I can’t begin to describe. His tongue was inside me, and then he was sucking my clit, and then biting my labia, then back to my clit. At times it felt like he was doing all those things at once and my pussy exploded in a swampy flood of juices that Ron continued to suck out of me long after my orgasm had subsided.



“Stop… stop… Ron…” I panted as his tongue snaked deeply inside my palpitating pussy. My heart was pounding and my chest was heaving as I tried to catch my breath but he wouldn’t let up. Pulling at my restraints, I saw my sweat-soaked body writhing under his continued machinations. My naked breasts, sprouting hard, elongated nipples were jostling from side to side as I tried in vain to move my cunt away from his hungry mouth.



I collapsed on the bed, fighting to catch my breath and trying to ignore Ron’s incorrigible tongue-lashing. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, I felt that familiar ache in my abdomen. Fuck me! He’s getting me going again! I started moving with him instead of away from him and suddenly he was pleasuring me instead of exasperating me. Goddamn! Is there no end to my orgasmic indulgence? Can he really bring me to another climax so quickly?



The answer was a resounding yes! Him and that goddamn tongue of his easily overpowered my drenched pussy and sent ecstatic signals pulsating throughout my body. My nipples were particularly receptive to these new pleasure waves and longed to be touched and sucked as they tightened up even more than before. The woman on the monitor was out of control. It was like I was watching someone else’s aching nipples straining for attention as Ron’s head bobbed up and down between her legs.



“Fuck me, Ron,” I begged, my voice barely working and my words coming out in short gasps. “I need you to fuck me, now.” I didn’t know if he could hear me but if he did, he didn’t respond. He just kept chewing on my sopping cunt, driving me farther and farther into a deranged state of extreme blissfulness.



“Oh God! I’m fucking cumming again,” I cried. My body was beyond my control and the orgasm shook me senseless, racking my whole being with such gushing tremors that I was nearly convulsing against my constraints. Somewhere in my semi-conscious state, I felt Ron’s body move over mine and once again he pushed his flavorful tongue into my mouth only this time he also pushed his massive cock into my splayed open cunt.



My still spasming pussy stretched around his girth and I strained against my ankle cuffs, trying to pull my knees up, to no avail.



“You are insatiable,” Ron whispered as he broke the kiss and smiled at me. “Are we out of control yet?” he asked again and I just rolled my eyes at him. At least I think I did, even my eyes didn’t feel like they were mine to control.



He started to slowly glide in and out of me and I wondered where I would find the strength to respond to his powerful strokes. After his intense finger and oral stimulations, he was surprisingly patient and gentle as he leisurely rocked his massive cock in and out of my saturated pussy. As the orgasm-induced fog cleared from my brain, I realized he was finally giving me a chance to catch my breath, albeit with a huge cock inside of me as a major distraction.



“You feel better than anyone I’ve ever known,” he said tenderly as he lightly brushed his lips against mine.



“You make me feel better than anyone ever has,” I answered, licking my lips and waiting for more kisses. But instead of kisses, Ron had something else in mind. Just as I was starting to respond to his glorious cock, he withdrew it and crawled forward again, this time placing his knees on either side of my chest and his wet cockhead against my lips.



“I told you that you’d get more chances to taste your saucy flavor, didn’t I?” He smiled as he slid his pussy-flavored cock into my mouth.



“Oh yeah, baby,” Ron moaned as I swirled my tongue around his beautiful black cockhead. “Look at the monitor,” he commanded when I briefly closed my eyes to savor the feeling of his rock solid cock penetrating my warm mouth. Opening my eyes, I saw my pink lips stretched around his thick black cock as he slowly fed me another two inches. My tongue flicked the underside as I sucked his thick monstrous cock.



“Man, that feels nice,” Ron said as I rocked my head as best I could, letting him fuck my mouth as I watched it on the monitor. “I almost want to stay like this and cum in your mouth,” he sighed. “Almost.” Pulling his cock out, he adroitly slid all the way down my body until his head was between my legs again. Sucking my clit into his mouth he quickly flicked his tongue across it.



“Holy shit!!!” I cried, but his mouth was gone as rapidly as it had appeared and he was sucking my aching nipples. “Yes! Oh God, yes!” I moaned at the overdue pleasure afforded my neglected breasts but that didn’t last long either. His face was over mine and his cock was back inside my enflamed pussy, rhythmically pumping in and out before I could savor any of the pleasure his mouth had been giving me.



“What the fuck are you?” I asked but he shoved his tongue into my mouth instead of answering me. Now we were really fucking!



He stopped twice more to feed his cock into my mouth, each time abandoning my aching pussy when it was right on the verge of orgasm. I moaned as I sucked him, yearning for him to finish what he’d started. The third time he stopped literally seconds before my ultimate release. I struggled as much as I could, twisting and screaming that if he put that anywhere near my mouth I would bit it off.



He just smiled and positioned himself over my chest, squeezing my full breasts around his slippery cock and tit fucked me while he teased my nipples with his fingers. My pussy was on fire but I was mesmerized by the sight of his big black cock sliding up and down between my comparatively colorless breasts while he pinched and twisted my nipples, stretching them out almost painfully before letting them spring back into place more fully aroused than before.



“Ron,” I begged. “I need you to fuck me.”



“I am fucking you, Beth,” he smiled as he released my breasts and slid back down my sweat-soaked body to suck my throbbing clit into his mouth.



“Ohhhh yeah!” I cried but he stopped short of giving me the climax I so desperately needed.



“You’re not out of control enough yet,” he laughed and he slowly crawled up my torso.



“Not out of control enough?” I nearly shrieked. “How fucking out of control do I have to be?” I felt as out of control as I had ever been and my body was screaming for another orgasm when he plunged his cock back into my soggy cunt.



“Yes! Yes! Yessss!” I cried, tears streaming down my cheeks. My body felt like one big liquefied pussy as Ron jackhammered his massive cock into me over and over, driving me to such an unbelievable crescendo that I thought I might pass out.



I watched his well-defined back muscles rippling from his exertion and I ached to dig my fingers into them and claw his back raw. I was nearly delirious but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the monitor and the view of his well-formed black ass rapidly clenching and unclenching as he thrust into me again and again.



Handcuffed, spread-eagle on his bed, I was completely out of control and at his mercy as he pummeled me with his enormously thick cock. I wanted to arch my back and cling to his muscular shoulders and climax with my arms and legs wrapped around his body.



“Pleeeeeese!” I begged and pleaded between gasps of unparalleled pleasure. He was pounding me so hard that I didn’t even notice he had released my hand constraints until I was pulling against them and my arms slapped against his shoulder. Yes!



He barely missed a stroke as he tugged at my ankle constraints as well. I still had the cuffs around my ankles and wrists but there must have been some kind of quick release on the tethers. Pulling my knees up, I started bucking my ass off the bed in sync with his rhythmic pounding. I wrapped my arms around him, holding on for dear life as my nails dug into his strong back and my pussy grasped for that elusive pinnacle of pleasure.



“OHHHHH FUUUUK!” I screamed as my orgasm exploded and my body shook with earthquake level tremors. Fuck! I was convulsing uncontrollably as I clung to his muscular frame with both my legs and my arms wrapped around him.



Ron had slammed his cock into me at the first sign of my orgasm and, with his hands squeezing my ass cheeks, kept himself completely immersed in my spasming pussy throughout my prolonged climax. I was still quivering when he settled us back onto the bed and I finally opened my eyes. I almost smiled at the video monitor’s view of my pale white limbs wrapped around this dark stallion of a man.



Ron kissed me very gently and for the first time my hands held him tightly against me as they tentatively explored the topography of his solid flesh. Fuck! I had lost count of how many orgasms I had when Ron started moving inside of me again. What? I pulled my head back and looked at him.



“You didn’t cum?” I asked incredulously.



“I have a lot of self-control and stamina,” he smiled. “Besides, this was about fucking your brains out, remember?”



“You certainly have… um… are,” I panted as he picked up the pace and was again driving the hardest muscle in his body into my battered pussy.



This time I wasn’t a helpless recipient but a full-fledged partner in a frenetic sex dance that had us sweating and gyrating across his bed. Driven by each other’s pleasure, we crushed our chests together and ground our pelvises like we were merging into one being. I planted my feet on his mattress and humped feverishly against his rhythmic thrashing, clenching my nearly pulverized pussy muscles around his pistoning girth. I rolled my hips as he withdrew and then slammed back as he plunged forward.



“Ohhhhh! Ron!” I cried as he took one last lunging stroke and drove us both over the crest.



“AAARRRGGHHHH!” he moaned and grunted as he jerkily deposited load after load of built up cum into my already soggy pussy. I was so far beyond mere pleasure that I can barely describe how completely melted and formless my pussy felt. It was like my whole body had turned into a creamy gelatin whose sole purpose was to send euphoric messages to my brain. My heart was rapidly stomping out a world beat rhythm and I was literally breathless.



Ron’s climax slowed to an occasional spasm and he collapsed on top of me with his spent cock filling my tired pussy. I was exhausted but my hands were making up for lost time exploring his beautiful body. I was combing my fingers through his short cushiony hair and tracing the muscles on his back as we caught our breath.



“Wow,” I whispered unable to put into words how I was feeling.



“Likewise,” he answered. “You were more than I had ever imagined.”



“I didn’t do anything but lie here restrained,” I retorted. “How was I more?”



“Oh Beth,” he shook his head. “The lustful responsiveness of your body for one thing and your unexpected trust to let me do all of this… and your beauty… your husband is a fucking idiot.”



I didn’t have a response for that so I just kissed him, a long, slow, sensuous kiss. I caressed the back of his neck as I delivered a full-on tongue assault on his mouth. We crushed our lips together as our tongues danced between each other’s mouth. The kiss lasted until I felt his cock recovering and I almost choked.



“You’re kidding!” I exclaimed as I broke the kiss.



“Hey, I’ve only cum once,” he lightly shrugged. “That’s not exactly demonstrative of high stamina.” Ohmygod! He was right. I was going to get fucked again. Damn! I almost wondered if I would survive it.



“Wait,” I said. “I want to be on top this time.”



“Trying to get some control back?” he asked teasingly. Maybe he was right but that wasn’t what I was thinking about. I had been staring at his back on the monitor and I wanted a chance to watch his chest and six-pack abs.



“Unwrap your arms and legs from around me,” he said quietly. I did as he asked and he lifted me up and flipped us over without taking his cock out of my juicy hole. A girl could get used to that kind of strength.

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