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This story was written in collaboration with Russvilleman. Thank you for your help editing my work.



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Chapter 1



I was shaken from my trance.



“Lick that come from my toes.” Diana’s voice had edge.



I had just shot a rather large load onto the oak floor of the bedroom and was basking in the afterglow of my release. She’d found my eyes with hers. Her eyes were dark. My heart clutched, just a little, and, I took notice of it.



“I wonder what Matthews feels like?” Diana stepped in it. She lifted from the floor ever so slightly on the balls of her feet. It squished between her toes.



“Don’t look down there, Matthew, look at me. You’re going to clean that up. That much protein is not good for wood, Matt. And there is a lot of protein down there, isn’t there, Matthew?” She’d never quite made a production of my name as she seemed to be striving to do this evening.



I smiled.



She did not return the smile.



Diana had alerted me over dinner earlier that she would be spicing things up a bit in the bedroom. I gave the alert short shrift. I was scanning the TV Guide for later. “Matt?”



“Sure, baby. I can’t wait.” Yep, there it was, back-to-back 3 Stooges at midnight . We’d be done by then. “Can’t wait, D.”



Now as she looked impassively down at me I tried to recall exactly what she’d said over dinner. Something about female dominance and cream pies. That she’d been doing some Internet surfing and the word, her word surfaced ‘determined.’ She looked determined now. She didn’t look like Diana. My Diana. No.



Diana was 5′ 2″ a bit over 100 lbs. Her thighs and calves perfection. Diana kept a tan and she never, ever failed to turn heads. Her bottom was round and proud—her breasts adorably small and pert. Her jet black hair had lit my heart the first time I laid eyes on her, and tonight, she donned a corset that was equally as black.



Diana was out of my league. I knew that. I’d never deluded myself otherwise.



Diana’s feet are size 6 1/2. She loves wearing strappy sandals and peep toes. She was wearing such footwear when I met her the prior summer. Her arches and delicately manicured toes had mesmerized me that afternoon. And she’d caught me. Diana was a sharpshooter.



“See something you like?” I was at once unraveled.



Her friend swooped in quickly. “He was staring at your feet. I think he likes you, Di.” Her voice shrill. I broke out in a thin sheen of perspiration.



I brazened it out. “As a matter a fact I do see something I really like.”



She paused her gait, the girl with the jet black hair stopped time in that instant. “Okay.” Her voice hinted at impatience. The clocks would restart any second.



Her friend blended off into the background.



It was just the girl and me. ‘Do it, Matt, it’s her.’ I implored myself.



“I think you have the most gorgeous legs I have ever seen.”



There was noise from her friend, but, it was incoherent now and mattered not.



“You and a dozen other guys here.” She squared her shoulders to me. Her voice had not re-started the clocks. “And you’re different. Why. Why would you be any different from the dozen?” Time threatened to restart.



‘Yeah, Matt, why?’ I challenged myself. Clarity came to me then. From where I’ve never been able to pinpoint.



“I’d make sure you were taken care and made to feel good each time we were together.”



Her friend was silenced forever.



“What, what did you say to me?” She came close then, her face near to mine. Her breath warm and sweet. And I thought I’d known and loved her even before that summer day.



Clarity held. “The way your mouth would open as your crisis arrived. Your breath would come in small gasps. Your muscles would tense. And I will take care of you.”



She searched my eyes then. And my soul beneath them. Time held. ‘Be still.’ I warned myself.



She touched my cheek then ever so gently with her finger tips. “My name is Diana.” She whispered—into my life.



And time was again.



Chapter 2



My baser instincts though in the intervening months had begun to tax our relationship. Clarity for most guys, me included is a fleeting thing. I’d been reckless and careless. I knew that.



Tonight though, Diana was trying to tell me something. She was talking to me. Only to me. I closed the TV Guide in my mind and I remembered the girl of last summer. She was still here. Only the boy from that summer had drifted away.



“Clean it up, Matthew. Now.”



“I’ll need some tissue, D.”



“No. Uh, uh. You’re going to clean that up with your tongue.” She was playing in it with her toes.



“You’re looking down again, Matthew. Look at me.”



“I don’t know, Diana. I, I, I,…”



“I do know, Matthew. On your knees.”



I sat there. I didn’t know what to do.



“I’m losing patience, Matthew. Either get on your knees now, or, you can go watch television for all I care.”



She’s seen me with that Guide. ‘Well, of course she’d seen you. You were sitting across the table from her an hour ago.’ I berated myself.



I went down to my knees at her feet. Though I remembered to keep eye contact with her.



“Go ahead. Both of us, Matthew. We both know you want to.” Her eyes were different. Better. I wanted to spend the rest of my life in those eyes.



“You’ll start with my right foot. Pick it up and lick it clean. Nobody, Matthew. Absolutely nobody will ever find out what you’re going to do tonight.”



I couldn’t move.



“I’m not a patient girl, Matthew. You know this. I won’t pick it up for you. You have to do that yourself, Matt. Time, Matthew. Time is running out.”



I leaned forward and took her right foot into my mouth engulfing her toes at once. My essence had grown cold on that wooden floor. It was sticky now. I was surprised by the taste of my goodness. I cleansed each part of her foot, finishing along the bottom with deep strokes of my tongue.



“That will do, Matthew.” Instead of placing her clean foot once again upon the floor she rested it on my left shoulder. Her foot smooth & warm. I knew instinctively I shouldn’t, but, I glanced immediately at her private treasures as they exposed.



“No, Matthew, no. Look at my feet. You still have work to do, Matthew.”



Chapter 3.



As I moved to take her left foot, she then placed her right foot upon the floor.



I repeated the process on her other foot, savoring my leavings before swallowing them.



I’d released not too long ago, and yet my cock was once again stiffening. Diana wanted my surrender. She’d wanted it that day last summer. I denied her then, trying to equalize us that afternoon. I would surrender now. This night, I would deny her nothing. She could take me. She could do anything she wanted to me. ‘Diana, Diana, Diana.’ I silently chanted to myself.



“How did you taste, Matthew?”



I was silent.



“That’s okay. I’ll find out for myself.” I heard her giggle. I think she did. I’ve never been sure though. I’ve wanted to ask, but, I was afraid she would tell me she hadn’t.



“You can sit on the edge of the bed again, Matt. C’mon, it’s okay.”



I did as I was told.



She stepped between my legs, parting my thighs widely.



She touched my shoulders with her finger tips. They were so smooth & warm. She firmly pushed me down onto the bed, and straddled my chest. “Let me taste you, Matthew. Close you eyes.” Diana licked the remaining traces of my essence from my lips, then with her tongue opened my mouth and kissed me. She was insistent and dominant in our kiss. I let her. I had surrendered. I hoped she knew.



She broke the kiss and straightened her body. She was high above me. I looked into her eyes, pleading for direction. The room closed in. Her gaze was steel.



“Okay.” I harkened back to that summer afternoon when she had had uttered that exact same word, in the exact same tone.



“Move around Matthew. Hang your head slightly off the edge of the bed here.” I started to move, but, quickly got discombobulated. My breathing was ragged.



“Just turn around and lay down flat.” Her voice firm with authority, so self assured and comforting. I immediately found my way.



“That’s the ticket, Matthew. My goodness, look at you. You’re all excited again.” I couldn’t see because my head was a little below mattress level, but, I felt like I was 6 feet long and of solid concrete.



“You’d better not come, Matthew. That would not be good. I’d have punish Matthew then.” Diana was talking in some kind of third person mode now. ‘I’ll never watch television again.’ I swore to myself.



“Now, I’m going to get into position. You’re not to touch, Matthew. You may look–&–lick–&– kiss–&–sniff, but, no touching. I’d have to punish Matthew if he touches.”



She straddled my face, settled on her knees just on the edge of the bed. Vertigo hit, but, I fought it tooth & nail. Her pussy was right there. ‘Go ahead, Matt, she said it was okay.’ I prompted myself.



I sniffed at it and it was sublime. It was so moist and clean. She was so beautiful. It was her honey pot and I’d been remiss. I’d never be remiss again. ‘Ever.’ I vowed silently to her and I both.



“That’s a good boy.” Her voice sweet, like a girl. My girl.



She gently wiggled her pucker onto my nose. “Did you want that, Matthew?” Her woman tone again.



“Diana, yes, please, yes.”



She giggled. The girl giggled. I heard it plain this time.



“Are you going to take care of me now, Matthew? You promised. Remember?”



The first promise I’d ever made her. I remembered. I would never forget again.



“I will take care of you.” My echo sounding from that summer, our summer.



I worked earnestly as she played joyously in my cock and balls.



Her body too soon was racked by orgasm as it tore thru like wild fire. She gripped my sack, screamed my name and convulsed violently above me. She wound down presently and collapsed onto my body.



Her weight was the most precious force I’d ever known.



4~~~~4



I closed my eyes then and existed in her scent. I returned to that summer day, to her sunglasses, and her tan, and her sandals, and to when time had stopped, only for us.



“You want this, don’t you, Matthew?” She whispered quietly as she lightly rubbed her index finger across the opening of my bottom.



I kept quiet. I wouldn’t answer. No. I wouldn’t.



She pierced me there. And she giggled. I know she did. She denied doing so afterward, but, I heard her clearly.



Slowly with that one finger she stroked in & out. Deeper each time until she bumped gently against my prostate.



“It’s so plump and spongy, Matthew. My finger bounces right off it.” She sounded so delightful. The swings in her attitude and voice inflection were driving me near insane.



Her breasts gently rubbed against my turgid cock. I was close to spending. Diana had told me ‘no.’ I’d listened and I would abide her decree.



She lifted a bit.



“Whenever you’re ready, Matthew,,,,,,,,,,,,,you have my permission.”



She grabbed on tightly to my ankles, lowered her pussy barely onto my cock and started gently rocking back & forth. Just the head was buried in her liquid warmth. In this position and by tilting her pelvis forward she was able to provide friction onto her clitoris with each and every pass. Vertigo hit me again, the blood struggling to pump into my dangling head.



I knew I shouldn’t.—I knew it would cause an immediate emergency crisis.—I knew it would end me. I struggled to raise my head so I could see her, to watch her, to bear witness to her gorgeous ass sliding back and forth. I was right—It was too much.—I was right—I went into immediate emergency crisis.—I was right—It ended me.



I didn’t care about the noise, I opened my mouth to loose everything that had emotionally happened to me in the past hour as my cock maniacally loosed inside Diana. She was way ahead of me, lifted off my erupting cock, exposing it to the elements and locked her lips on mine, silencing my scream of torment and release.



I opened my eyes after she released my tongue and lips. Her eyes were on fire, her jaw set firmly.



“You’ll need to clean me up now. Like you did my feet. C’mon, follow me.”



She helped me up from the edge of the bed. As the blood rushed back into my head, I felt at once woozy. She laid down, her head resting on her pillow as she brought her knees close to her small breasts.



“Don’t miss any, Matthew. Not a single drop. That’s you, Matthew. That’s you inside me. You’re so beautiful.” Diana’s eyes were glistening. They were bright and new. Diana was in a league all her own.



“Suck yourself from my body, Matthew. I need you to. I want you to.”



And I did.



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In silence Diana rose from my body, went into the bathroom and closed the door. I heard the lock engage.



I closed my eyes in fear that it was over. My face began to tighten as our melded essences began to dry. The scent embedded in my nostrils was unmistakable. And thankfully, unforgettable.



She threw the lock and the door opened.



“You don’t have to be afraid.” I heard her words. I could not move my head to face her.



“Look at me, Matthew. Now.” I had no other option. I was compelled.



Diana had attached a 7 inch strap on cock to her body. She was holding a vibrator in her right hand.



“Please, Diana.”



“All you have to say is ‘no,’ Matthew.”



“Please.”



“Just say ‘no,’ and it all goes away. You can go watch television then.”



“Diana.”



“Either say ‘no,’ or get up on all fours so I can fuck that ass. One, or the other, Matthew.”



I scrambled into position. I laid my head on her pillow. Her scent still on it. It reminded me of that summer. It was my eyes that now glistened.



I clenched my eyes tightly shut.



Diana pressed the vibrator against my lips. I bathed it with my spittle, preparing it for it’s eventual home.



She removed it presently and held it tight against my opening. I pushed back, I think involuntarily.



“Oh, yeah, you’re ready. Such a hot bottom, Matthew. You like to bend over, don’t you, Matthew?”



I kept my eyes closed and my mouth shut. I prayed she wouldn’t ask me again. And I prayed she would repeat the question, so I could screw up enough courage to answer her with the truth.



It was bigger than it had appeared in the bathroom doorway. My face clinched in pain as Diana worked it past my sphincter.



“That’s okay, baby, Diana is right here.” Her voice soft and comforting.



She went an inch more than held position while I adjusted to it’s girth.



I felt her move up toward me on the bed.



“You are mine to do with and use as I see fit.” Diana hissed. “Open your eyes.”



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In & out she moved the vibrator at a brisk pace. My eyes would open wide as she went deep, and I’d feel empty & forsaken as she would nearly extract it from my body.



I was starting to get into a rhythm that was going to lead me to orgasm when she pulled the vibrator from my body.



I was near panicked with an emptiness and a need of release.



“Please, Diana.” I cried aloud.



She slid a leg between mine and placed her other leg on top of my back. Pulling me slightly backward and down she eased the strap on into my now all too willing ass. The strap on, like the vibrator was bigger than I was anticipating.



“You may bite my pillow, Matthew. My cock is very wide across.” She softly laughed.



I took her advice as she started to fuck me good and proper. She started to lift her body off the bed. Her left foot was just about under my face. I kept my ass high in the air so she would be able to take advantage and then leaned down to suck on her toes. She gasped as she felt her toes in my warm, wet mouth.



“Oh my God, this is so hot.” She softly whispered. And she admitted so later.



She then started to jackhammer my bottom. I’d loosened up and was able to take the full length of her cock. I looked over my shoulder to watch her work me and found her with her eyes clenched shut and a fine layer of sweat glistening on her body. I once again bit her pillow, and immersed my nose in her scent as she worked my bottom till I felt the boiling below initiate.



“I’m going to come without you touching my dick.” I implored Diana. My Diana. No one else’s. Ever.



“A thick rope of semen launched out of my cock and landed on her calve that was lodged under my body. Strand after strand landed on the sheets. I could not & would not stop ejaculating, until finally they were just dry heaves and then nothing more. She eased her strap on out of my ass. I collapsed into the pool of all that is me on the sheets.



I felt her breath close to my face. It was hot and so fresh and so beautiful. I opened my eyes. My Diana had returned to me.



“Hey, you. You don’t get off that easy, youngster.” Her wicked smile upon her face.



“C’mon, come over here and eat me, you. Make me come. I am so very close it won’t take long to take care of me, Matthew.” She was talking to me again. And I would listen forever more.



I fluffed and turned over her pillow and then helped her lay her head upon it.



She unabashedly laid before me. My eyes welled at the sight. And I so hoped she wouldn’t notice. I crawled between her legs, removed the strap on and licked between her folds. She was so warm and so wet and so very good. Diana’s scent was intoxicating and I ventured to get lost in it. To never appear again anywhere on earth. I would just exist there in the center of her body. And never leave her again. She held my head steady and was insistent that I be forceful in my ministrations. Her orgasm came then, her crisis consuming her as I watched and bore witness to us. Not to her. Or, to me. But, to us. Us.



The last thing she saw before sleep came to her was my eyes. The summer before was in those eyes. The promise of that summer. Our summer. And Diana saw that.



I know she did.



The End.



- Fix8ion

Small note, I have realized that the last name of the lead character has changed a few times throughout the chapters. To correct this error and to keep things consistent, Cynthia’s last name from here on out will be what it was originally stated; Miss Watts. Also, I would like to apologize for the long delay for this part to the story; I just have not been able to focus on writing it the way I have wanted to. I hope you enjoy reading this next installment.



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That next morning I did as I was told by Sage, and arrived at school naked. In fact that was a common theme for us, as I arrived naked each day for the next two weeks. Each day Sage would have me perform certain tasks, make sure to take plenty of pictures of me, and then usually minutes before the morning bell was about to ring would she provide me with the clothing I was to wear for the day. For the most part it was nothing overly provocative, but they each had their unique feature that would keep my on my toes and aroused throughout the day. Whether that it was no panties, a short skirt, flimsy open top, or a semi sheer piece, I always wore what Sage provided without any questions or hesitations. It also wasn’t uncommon for me to have a butt plug in for the day, and in fact I became accustomed to the feeling and was almost disappointed on the days Sage did not require it to be in. As for the weekends, let’s just say they were not boring.



After those two weeks our master/sub relationship progressed and became more defined, and Sage began to allow me to come dressed to school; but only under her strict dress code of which she provided for me the night before. We would still meet at school early and I was still to perform to her liking, but I for the most part remained clothed. The weekends where still as exciting as always, in the sense I never knew what was to be expected, and I slowly began to allow Sage to have complete control over my life. As it has been stated, I had already given over control to what I wear, and pretty much what I did with the majority of my days, but as our relationship grew I eventually gave over complete control of my finances, my work account information, and pretty much any other decision making role in my life.



Over the months leading towards holiday break, we seemed more connected to each other than ever; or at least I felt more connected to Sage. Even when I had a couple close calls, I never doubted my Mistress’ control or word. One in particular close call happened about a month before break, and of course occurred in my classroom. It was after school on a Friday, and Sage had requested I meet her at a book store for some rather exciting fun. She had also requested that I change into an outfit that she had left for me before leaving my classroom. As the final dismissal bell rang for the day, and my last student filed out the room, I closed the door behind them and retrieved the bag that contained the outfit I was to change into. I dumped its contents onto one of the student desks in the front row and was instantly aroused at what I saw. In front of me lay a pair of tight grey workout shorts, a white sports bra, my tennis shoes, my collar, and a normal sized black butt plug. Without a thought, I quickly stripped out of my work clothes and was lubing up my ass to get the plug into place. Once it was inside of me, I instinctively put on my collar and then pulled the shorts up into place. It took some effort because of how tight they were, but I eventually got them on. However, just as I did and was reaching for the bra, there was a quick knock at my door, followed by its opening up quickly after the knock.



I was stunned still as the teacher down the hall, Mrs. Bensky came inside my room unannounced. At first she did not notice the state of undress I was in, and I could do nothing more than just stand there shocked. Within seconds though she realized exactly what she had just walked in on, and apologized profusely before turning around and leaving. I was in a state of awe of what had just occurred; I was just walked in on while changing my clothes and I was topless. If she had been a few seconds sooner, she would have seen me completely nude or worse, bent over trying to put my butt plug into place. I was certainly lucky neither of those scenarios had occurred, for it would have been far harder to explain myself. Fortunately, the outfit that Sage had provided for me did allow for explanation. Understanding this fact, I shock myself out of the state of shock and got the bra and shoes on in a hurry. I gathered up the rest of my belongings and headed over to explain away the recent encounter to Mrs. Bensky.



I walked to her room and entered slowly, before greeting her with a somewhat friendly/awkward smile and an apology. She apologized as well, and asked why I was topless in my room. I explained to her that I was going for a run after school, and didn’t what to go all the way home to change since the trail I run is closer to the school. The workout attire fit this story perfectly, even if it was rather revealing and tight. The only piece that did not fit, and that was on display, was the collar, but fortunately Mrs. Bensky did not ask about it. Instead she seemed to accept the explanation, and even seemed to understand the situation. With some parting apologies, and a reminder from Mrs. Bensky that I might want to remember locking my door, I left to meet up with Sage.



That was probably the closest call of any during my time with Sage before the break, and instead of causing me to question what I was doing, it instead ignited me to do more; that afternoon at the bookstore certainly was much more exciting for me.



So, as the break approached closer, I was certainly pleased when Sage informed me over the phone, on a Wednesday evening, that since her parents were going to be out of the country for the holidays, she was booking us a week stay at a spa in the next town over during the break. I was ecstatic, and had to fight to hold back my excitement to Sage’s news. This is something I had been dreaming about since the moment I submitted to her; extended time alone with her, just the two of us. The only thing that bummed me out was that I would have to wait a week and a half to get to spend that time alone with my mistress. However, before I could get to down about that particular detail, Sage had another bit of news to share with me as well.



“Since this trip will obviously be a bit rewarding for you, seeing that you will get to spend a week alone with me your mistress, this next week and a half leading up to it will be a way for you to earn such a gift. Tomorrow, and for the remaining days until the break, you will be expected to show up to school as you previously had, naked. Is this understood my slut?”



“Yes, Mistress.”



“Very well, I will see you at the usual time and location, and do not worry about bringing clothes along; they will be provided for you. However, you are to wear the pair of shoes I had you buy two weekends ago. I this clear whore?”



“Yes, Mistress.”



She did not reply back, but instead hung up and the line went silent. I was filled with both excitement, and a bit of uneasiness from her statement that I would have to earn my time away with her. Had I not already shown my unbreakable commitment to Sage as my mistress? What would be different over this week and a half that would prove I was worthy of such a gift? These were the types of questions I continued to ask myself for the rest of the night, until I gave up trying to figure out my mistress’ ways, and simply got ready for bed.



Knowing that I would have to show up to school naked again wasn’t so bad, but it was a bit cooler now in the later months of the year and I was sure it would be even worse in the early hours of the morning. To help combat that issue, I decided on taking a shower the night before, so not to be cooled down by the water in the morning. After my shower, I gathered up my school stuff, and retrieved the shoes I was to wear the next day. They were of course heels, black leather ones, with a black criss cross zipper detail, and a heel height of 5 inches. They almost looked like something from a bondage film, and not something I would have ever worn to school before meeting Sage. However, just the idea of having to wear them at school had my pussy saturated with arousal, and I decided I better get to bed before I was up all night from sexual frustration.



The next morning I awoke, and got ready for the day by doing my hair and makeup, getting those rather sexy heels on. I grabbed my bag and keys on my way out to my car. However, before exiting the my room, I stopped to check out how I looked in the heels; it was the first time I had worn them since I bought them with Sage two weeks earlier. Simply stated, I looked drop dead sexy in the heels and nothing else. To be honest, I almost came just from the sight, and I knew Sage would be happy with them as well.



Now with added arousal and confidence, I hurried to my car and quickly made my way to the school. I was there, as usual, early and before Sage. I took no time to get to our usual meeting place at the back entrance to the school, and waited for my mistress to arrive. After five minutes she did, and was carrying a duffel bag with her. She did not say anything to me, but simply signaled for me to follow her. I did without a word, and she began leading the way to the front of the school. As I followed behind her, I realized just how sexy what she was wearing was. She had on a pair of tight, white yoga pants that perfectly formed to her plump rear end. They basically were like second skin on her, and even feel into the crease between her cheeks to emphasize the roundness of her ass. For a top, she wore a simple light cotton, blacked striped t-shirt that hung to just the top curve of her butt. As for shoes, she just had on a pair of black flip flops. I was transfixed with her ass however; I was sure she hadn’t any panties on, for if she did they were extremely tiny. The pants where nearly see through, and clung to her legs and ass so tight; it was as if she was not wearing pants.



By the time we reached the front of the school, I refocused on making sure to follow Sage’s every command. At the door we stopped, and she dropped the bag down in front of them. She still was silent when she bent over at the waist with her ass facing me to open the duffel. It was then that I confirmed she had not worn panties, as I could clearly see the outline of her lips as the fabric of the pants stretched over them. This only flooded my own sex further, and I had a harder time still trying to focus on what exactly Sage was doing. Almost oblivious to just how sexy she was being, and the effect it was having on me, Sage stood back up and had in her hands a small leather collar, and a large red, ball gag. She simply handed me the items without saying a word and return to the open bag. I, of course, instinctively knew to put the two items own and had them fastened by the time she again stood.



This time she had in her hands a pair of metal cuffs, her strap-on harness, a large black dildo that I had become accustomed to over the past months, and video camera. She silently indicated that I carry the duffel and to open the door. I did just that, and Sage led the way inside. Once inside and the door shut, she stopped us and began getting the harness and dildo into place between her legs. With it secured, she finally spoke to me for the first time.



“So, you have probably been wondering what exactly I will be having you do over this next week and a half to prove to me that you do deserve the trip I booked for us. Well, you will simply be doing task and activities, not much unlike we have previously done before, but now they will each get progressively harder, risky, degrading, humiliating, and insulting. Is this understood you dumb little teacher slut?”



With my eyes widened from what I was just told, I instinctively and submissively nodded my understanding of what she had said since I had the gag in my mouth.



“Great, because today we are starting out rather hard, so from here on out things will only get harder. What I want you to do is lead the way, as seductively submissive as possible, to the open air quad in the middle of the school, and then stop in front of the school’s namesake mural wall in the middle. I will be filming you as I follow to capture your submissive behavior. Once at the mural, I will toss you the cuffs which you will take and use to fasten yourself to the little rod iron fence in front of it. Do so in a way that you will be bent over at the waste with your back to me. Got it whore?”



I again nodded, and began to lead the way to the quad. Sage now carried the duffel as she followed behind and filmed. I did my best to look as sexy and submissive as possible. I made sure to sway my hips as I walked, and did my best to make the click of my heels on the hard tile as loud as possible. Every so often, I would look back at the camera, dough eyed, to add to the submissive feel, as well as to show off the large red gag lodged in my mouth and the trail of saliva that had begun to fall out from behind it. Sage just followed behind with the camera, not giving any directions or cue, but I did notice she was making sure to pan around every so often to take not that we were in fact in a school.



As I slowly continued to walk through my school, naked and gagged, we passed the lockers and it really began to dawn on me the levity of the moment. I, a teacher at the school, was completely naked except for whore heels, a collar, and a bright red gag, walking through the school as a student filmed the whole thing. Thankfully I trusted my mistress, and remembered that it was still rather early, so no one would be arriving anytime soon. It also helped that I was extremely aroused and was practically leave a trail of arousal on the floor as I walked.



We eventually reached the mural in the quad, and as previously stated, Sage tossed the cuffs over to me, and I quickly took to locking myself into the position she described. As I did, Sage began to circle back and forth around me, capturing the whole scene on film before finally stepping behind me in my bent over position. Without a word, she reached into the bag, retrieved some lube, and began applying some to the thick cock jutting out in front of her once she dropped the duffel off her shoulder. With the dildo thoroughly lubed, she applied some more to my asshole, and I realized what was about to occur. Sage was going to fuck my ass with, that large cock, in the middle of my school, while she filmed the whole thing. She was right, these tasks were going to be rather humiliating in nature, but that humiliation would only add to my arousal.



Soon I felt the rubber head of her black cock slip inside my eager little asshole, and slide its way deeper until it was fully lodged inside of me. Sage reached out with her hand that was not holding the camera, and pulled my head back by my hair. As she did, she began her rather relentless assault on my anal passage. The act went on for about three minutes, with Sage never saying a word, but simply reaming me with the dildo while pulling my head back and filming the entire event. She made to capture my face and its expressions as she worked me over; she also continued to capture the surroundings that indicated it was a school, and what school it was by zeroing in on the mural with the school’s name painted on it.



Once Sage was satisfied with her anal exploitation oh me, she filmed herself slowly sliding the intruder out and capturing my gaping hole as it finally vacated. She then came moved towards my head and unfastened the gag. My jaw was thankful to finally be allowed to rest, at least I thought it would it get to. Sage had other intentions, and soon pulled my head back once again by my hair. She then guided the now slimy, anal intruder towards my mouth. I needed no further guidance, as I obediently opened wide and allowed her to have access to my slutty mouth. She did not force it down my throat, but rather just had me suck it gently and lick it up; I figured since she was still filming she just wanted to capture me submissively savoring that taste of my own ass. So, I did just that, and soon the rubber member was soon clean as a whistle.



Sage, happy with my performance, pulled away and began to walk away while she continued to film as is she was leaving me behind. She went as far as actually going back into the school and letting a door shut. To be honest, I for a moment actually though she was truly leaving me behind. Fortunately, the door swung back open and Sage returned back to my side with a devilish grin on her face before speaking.



“You did very well slut, and I really enjoyed using you in such a depraved way while I filmed it. I think I might make it a reoccurring theme. Anyways, let’s get you unlocked, and over to your room.”



She did just that, and once inside my room she pulled out my clothes for the day and gave me further instructions.



“In this bag are the items you will be wearing today; you do not have to wear the collar as it does seem a bit out of place for a teacher. Also, we will be engaging in another task at lunch, and remember it will be more difficult, and riskier than what we just previously did. Enjoy your morning, and I will see you in class.”



With that, she turned and left me to get dressed before the morning bell rang. Unlike other times, the events of the morning gave me an ample amount of time to dress, and calm my nerves. However, my nerves would be calm once I opened the bag to see what I was expected to wear.



Inside, I found a pair of yoga pants that were just like the ones Sage was wearing, and a sleeveless collared, button down blouse that was made of light fabric and nearly sheer. I pulled on the pants, and because of how tight they were, and them being white, my arousal was almost immediately noticeable. Putting of that problem for the moment, I put on the blouse and was happy to find that it wasn’t as sheer as I originally thought; at least not the front of it for it had a somewhat tuxedo shirt quality to it. The back however was indeed sheer. It was also a relief to find that the bottom of the blouse scooped down in both the front and the back far enough to cover my wet pussy, and worked over ass.



I adjusted the clothing the best I could, and eventually came to terms with how I would look. As long as I didn’t move around the room to much, and kept behind my desk for the majority of the time, I would be fine; at least that is what I had to keep telling myself as I waited for the bell to ring and the day to get started. After such an eventful morning, I was fearful of what Sage had in store for the lunch time task. However, I would have to wait four long periods to find out, and I just hoped that my soaking wet pussy wouldn’t saturate more of the pants.



To be continued…

Megan rested for a moment, still recovering from her climax. After a bit, she stood and while making sure the butt plug was still deep inside me, closed the zipper in my panties. I was once again trapped in the silken caress of the purple panties, with my “pussy” filled. Megan kissed me gently on the lips while stroking my cheek. “Sleep well my pet, for tomorrow will come all too soon.” With that said, she left me and went to was now her bedroom. Obviously, with my ankles and wrists still bound to the posts of the bed, I had no option but to try and get some sleep. By this time my body had accepted the butt plug and there was no longer any discomfort, only a constant reminder of my submission to Megan.



As I drifted off to sleep, I realized that my submission was not a physical exercise, but a mental one. Obviously, I was physically much stronger than Megan and if I really didn’t want all this to happen, I could easily have stopped it. This left me with the conclusion that I was born to serve a woman in this manner. I reflected on how lucky I was that Megan discovered my secret. Obviously, she really enjoyed her dominance of me. My wife was now my Mistress, and to make things even better, a caring and gentle one. She had never done anything to me that caused anything more than momentary discomfort, and then only when absolutely necessary.



As I grew more drowsy, my thoughts moved to what was to happen the next day. I must confess to a slight feeling of anticipation mixed with a little dread. What would it be like to spread my legs and accept Megan’s strap-on dildo inside me? How much would it hurt? Would I start to enjoy the feeling of another person invading my most secret place? My reverie was cut short with the realization that my thoughts were those that had to have gone through the head of every girl ever confronted with the impending loss of her virginity. My last thought before drifting off was that I hoped I wouldn’t disappoint Megan when the time came.



Sunday morning came all too soon and I awoke a few minutes before Megan came into my room. She untied the ropes from the cuffs and allowed me to visit the bathroom instructing me, “I want you to remove the plug and wash it thoroughly. You may then relieve yourself. Let me know when you are finished.”



I hurried into the bathroom and to my consternation, the moment I pulled down my panties, the butt plug fell out! My body had adjusted to the point that unless I made a conscious effort to hold it in, it would slip out. I was about to put it back in before Megan could see that it wasn’t where it belonged when I noticed her standing in the open doorway.



She noticed my look of consternation as I vainly attempted to put the plug back. “I rather thought something like that would happen. You poor girl! It’s obviously too small for you now. Finish going to the bathroom. When you are finished, I want you to remove your pretty lingerie and join me in your room. There is no need to put the plug back in. I have something else in mind.”



It took but a few minutes to complete my morning toilet and I presented myself to Megan as instructed. She was sitting on my bed with a package at her side. “Come here girl and stand in front of me, facing away,” she commanded.



I did as she instructed, slightly nervous about what might be in the package at her side. “



Now bend over with your legs spread as far apart as you can manage and grab your ankles. Since you have obviously outgrown last night’s toy, I’m going to have to use another type to prepare you for your deflowering.”



I assumed the proscribed position and soon felt the cool moistness of the lubricating gel being applied to my backside. Megan took a moment or two to explore my pussy with her fingers, massaging my prostrate until I was erect.



She reached around me to feel my erection. “Would you look at that?” she exclaimed. “The minute I start to play with her pussy, her clit gets all hard and excited. It’s almost as though she’s starting to associate having her pussy filled with sexual fulfillment. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, eventually all girls do. You’re going to love what I’m about to do to you. This will feel so good. You’re may never want me to take it out.”



I felt a slight pressure at my opening and relaxed, allowing Megan to insert her new toy inside me. Because I had just spent the last eight hours with the old plug inside me, this one went in with no difficulty whatsoever. To my surprise, it was much smaller than the previous one and I wondered what Mistress had in mind. If I had problems with the last one, wouldn’t a smaller one create even more of a dilemma for me?



I needn’t have worried! I heard a strange sound, like the one a blood pressure cuff makes when it’s being inflated. With each repetition of this sound, the plug in my “pussy” grew a little larger. Just as I was about to tell her that I was getting uncomfortable, Megan stopped pumping and closed the valve at the base of the plug. “There you are my pet. You are now in the final phase of being stretched and prepared for your deflowering. If you start to feel as though it is about to slip out and needs to be larger, you are to tell me and I will see to it. If everything goes right, when I take your cherry all you’ll feel is the pleasure of being made love to by your Mistress. I think today will be an easy one for both of us. I’m going to fore-go your morning exercise regimen. I want you well rested for tonight. Besides, I want to allow my anticipation to grow as well. It’s not every night I get to take a girl’s virginity.”



She walked from the room, calling back to me as she left, “I want you to put on your pale blue baby doll nightie and join me in the kitchen. I’m going to make us a good breakfast and then we’ll relax a little.”



When she left the room, I stood and while marveling at how good it felt to be so filled, slipped the baby doll nightie over my head. Once again as the slippery fabric caressed my body, my “clit” began to grow. This was even more evident when I pulled the gossamer like panties up my legs and over my privates. I slipped my feet into a pair of white slippers and went down to join my Mistress.



As I entered the kitchen, she looked up at me and smiled her approval. “Very good my pet, you are excited aren’t you? I know how much you have to be anticipating tonight. Sit down now and eat the breakfast I’ve prepared for you.”



I sat at the indicated place. Megan had prepared some sliced fruit and a bowl of cereal for me. I thanked her and ate, savoring the flavor of each mouthful. My enjoyment was somewhat impaired by the unrelenting pressure of the butt plug. Sitting had exacerbated the feeling of being completely filled and stretched. Megan noticed me squirming a little as I tried in vain to find a way to sit that alleviated my discomfort.



“You will get used to it my pet. I don’t want you to hurt yourself though, so I think when you’re finished with your meal and have cleared the table, you had better lie down for a while. You may join me in the living room and I’ll make sure you’re comfortable before I go out for a little while. I have to do some more shopping in preparation for tonight. While I’m gone, you are to do nothing but rest and think about what is about to happen in your life.”



I finished the last of my cereal and quickly set about clearing the table. Once everything was spotless, I went into the living room to be with Megan. She was already dressed and ready to go out, one hand behind her back.



She smiled at me and said, “I know you want to behave while I’m gone, so I have something here that will help you. Pull your panties down a little and I’ll show it to you.”



Once I had my panties down, she moved her hand from behind her back, showing me the latest device in my torment. It was a metal cock sheath with a strap designed to lock it in place. Megan reached down and slipped the sheath over my cock before fastening the strap around the base of my genitals. Next she produced a tiny brass padlock and fastened it to the miniature hasp in the strap.



“There, my pet, now you won’t be tempted to play with your clit while your Mistress is gone. As you can see, you will still be able to use the bathroom, but there’s no way you can play with yourself, the sheath will protect my interests in that matter. In fact, I will demonstrate what will happen if you do attempt to diddle with yourself.”



She swooped down on the head of my cock, sucking it into her mouth. She ran her tongue over the head, flicking the tip against the underside of the glands. In just a few seconds, my cock was growing, trying to escape the confines of the sleeve. The larger it got, the more uncomfortable I became, until the pain caused it to deflate on its own accord. Satisfied that I had learned the lesson she was giving, Megan stopped and grinned up at me. “You see, if you attempt to play with your clittie, all you’re going to accomplish is to frustrate yourself. You will have to behave while I’m gone. If you’re a good girl, I will give you a present when I return. There’s just one more thing I have to attend to before I leave. As long as your panties are down, I may as well inspect your plug. Turn around and spread your legs so Mistress can make sure you’re properly plugged and inflated to the proper amount.”



I felt her tug at the base of the plug, checking to see that it was not about to come out. “That’s wonderful,” she exclaimed. “There has been no air escaping at all. It goes to show that when you buy a quality product, it really pays off.”



Satisfied that I was prepared for her absence, she pulled my panties back in place and turned to leave. “There’s plenty of mineral water in the refrigerator if you get thirsty and the remote for the television is in the drawer of the coffee table. I want you to relax while I’m gone, so feel free to make yourself at home.”



She kissed me on the cheek and left me to my own devices. I took a moment to examine the sheath around my clit and found it was as sturdy as I had first feared. There would be no hanky panky while Megan was gone. I contented myself with doing just as she had instructed and sat down to watch a little television. There was only one problem. I found that the only thing I could do was watch a tape Megan had left in the VCR. Every time I tried to change to regular television, I got an error message stating that option was not available. Obviously, Megan had intended me to watch the tape, so I got comfortable and pressed the play button.



As the tape played it became readily apparent that it was about the feminization of an unwilling male. The title of the video was “Forever in Panties.” The whole thing was taking place in an office setting. The man was an executive and the woman his secretary. The message was quite clear now. Megan was giving me a preview of things to come.



I watched with rapt fascination as the woman in the tape inflicted her will on her unwilling subject. The premise was that she had found a pair of lacy red panties and a magazine showing men dressed in their lacies. He had thought it secure in the top drawer of his desk, but had forgotten to lock it just one time. That was all it had taken for his secret to come out. She explained in no uncertain terms that unless he danced to her tune, the whole company would find out about what she referred to as “his dirty little secret.” This woman used none of the subtlety Megan had used in my journey into satin and lace. She pulled a bra, garter belt and stockings to match his panties from her purse and made him strip and put them on. Once he had completed this task to her satisfaction, she made him put on a pair of heels and model the lingerie for her. She instructed him in the proper way to swing his hips in an exaggeration of the typical runway model’s walk. Once she was bored with this, she reached again into her capacious purse and pulled out four pairs of handcuffs, the kind you can buy at a novelty store. She made him lay face down on his own desk and fastened his ankles and wrists to the legs. He was now spread-eagle, open and vulnerable to whatever she wanted to do. She walked around to where his head was and raised her skirt to show him that she had taken off her panties just before confronting him with her blackmail scheme. The camera zoomed in for a close up of her brunette pussy, framed perfectly by her mint green garter straps. She grasped his head with both hands and shoved her pussy hard against his mouth, forcing him to give her oral attention until she came, bathing his tongue with her oils.



If this slave thought she was finished abusing him, he was sadly mistaken. She used her previously worn green panties to gag him with, forcing them into his mouth before securing them with his own belt. She then pulled a dildo and strap on harness from her bag and after stepping into it, walked to where his ass was laying at the edge of the desk. He tried in vain to close his legs, but the cuffs prevented it. She slipped a finger first into a jar of petroleum jelly, then into his nether hole, coating it thoroughly. Sensing what was to come, he tried to protest, to ask for mercy but the panties in his mouth precluded anything but a muffled moan. She continued coating both his ass and the dildo protruding obscenely from her groin. When she was satisfied he was ready, she slowly positioned the dildo at his hole and thrust herself inside him with one smooth motion. This shot was taken in such a manner as to show his face as she entered him. The look of pain and surprise on his face was not contrived. I was sure he really was suffering, his ass screaming from the unwelcome invasion. She paid no heed to his pain, continuing to stroke herself in and out until the friction of the dildo against her pussy drove her into the throes of another shattering climax.



Not until then did she relent, pulling the dildo from his ass. She reached beneath him and finding his cock, teased him about how hard it was. She wondered aloud how could his cock stay so hard if he didn’t like what she had done to him. She removed the belt holding her panties in his mouth and using them on his cock, stroked and teased him, urging him to fill her panties with his semen. The hapless male was in no position to argue and his body betrayed him yet again, spurting his male essence into the silky folds of the panties wrapped around his cock. The video ended with the secretary handing him a fresh set of lingerie and commanding him to put them on. She let him know that this was not to be just a one time affair, in fact far from it. He was hers now and his life was to be spent “Forever in Panties.”



Watching the video had the predictable effect on my cock, and the restraint of the sheath had made me quite uncomfortable, not uncomfortable to shut the video off, just enough to constantly remind me that I was restrained in the most effective manner possible. I knew it would not be possible to attain any sort of relief while in the cock restraint, so I didn’t bother trying. The combination of the harness on my maleness and the constant pressure of the inflated butt plug coupled with thoughts of what Megan was going to do that evening and the effects of the video, made me as aroused as I had ever been in my life. To be that excited and at the same be denied the ability to relieve the pressure building in my loins was sweet torment indeed. I found myself looking forward to Megan’s return. I was ready to accept anything if only she would allow me some relief from the pressure building in my balls.



I went to the entertainment center to remove the tape and noticed a stack of books and magazines piled on the built in bookshelf. Curious, I picked them up and started reading the titles.



It immediately became apparent that Megan had been planning my submission for some time. Virtually every title had something to do with women putting their men in panties. Some were obviously works of fiction, others more along the lines of a “how to” manual. It was one of the latter that caught my eye and I pulled it down and began to browse through it. It was titled “How to Petticoat your Man”. The author took you step by step, all the way from identifying a likely prospect for feminization to the finer points of impressing on your new slave how enjoyable living in panties could be. While the author went to great lengths to impress the reader with the idea that men are here only to serve women, she also was quick to point out that at some point the slave should be allowed his own sexual release. It was also pointed out that at least initially, any form of release must be combined with either some form of bondage or humiliating situation, preferably both. A prospective Mistress was instructed to create a task/reward situation, associating obedience with intense pleasure.



At no point was a slave allowed to climax unless he was wearing lingerie. Furthermore, a Mistress must make sure he was denied the ability to “take matters in his own hands”. The only time he would be allowed the pleasure of release was when he was with his Mistress and under her control. The author suggested the exact same harness I was now wearing. This left me with no doubts as to where Megan was getting most of her information. I intended to read further in an attempt to find out what other sorts of training I could expect when I heard the sound of Megan’s car pulling into the driveway. I quickly put the book back and went back to the couch. I had barely settled there when the door opened and Megan strode in.



Glancing at the bookshelf, she commented, “I see some of my books are not where they were when I left. Were you doing a little light reading my pet?”



“Yes, a little,” I admitted. “I wanted to get some idea as to what sorts of things might be in store for me.”



“If our relationship is to flourish, you will have to leave that in my hands. You will have to learn to trust me and my judgement as to what is an appropriate training regimen.” Changing the subject, she continued, “I trust you watched the video I left for you before you started snooping in my library?”



“Once I discovered that there was no choice,” I replied. “I felt sorry for the man in that film, his Mistress wasn’t anywhere as gentle with him as you’ve been with me.”



“That was the primary purpose for my wanting you to see it. I want you to appreciate how easy you have it. Most women in my position don’t give a damn about their sissies. In fact, a lot of them only enjoy themselves when their slave is in pain.” She reached down and stroked my cheek, continuing, “You are fortunate that I would rather seduce you into your frillies than beat you into wearing them. I want us to share the pleasure of your submission. That can only occur if you are a willing participant in our playtime. I wanted to wait until later to take you to my bed, but I’m too worked up. It’s time to begin your final preparations. I want you to go up to the bathroom and remove all your lingerie. I will join you there in minute to remove your plug and clit protector.”



With no small amount of trepidation, I climbed the stairs and set about removing my nightie. I had barely closed the lid on the laundry hamper when Megan came in carrying a large rubber bag with a hose and nozzle attached.



“It’s time for your next lesson in feminine hygiene. I want you to be able to fully enjoy the feeling as I take you for the first time. Now that the plug has done its work, the final preparation will be to give your pussy a good douche.”



She put the bag down and used a small key to unlock the sheath from my cock. Next, she had me bend over and spread my legs while she deflated and removed the plug in my ass.



“Now, I want you to get down on your hands and knees and rest your shoulders on the floor,” she said as she began to fill the bag.

What I wrote in my paper was what I felt then: I like girls, I’m not attracted to boys; also that I want to be dominated (I’m very submissive) but I could never give up control. I’m too willful. That is the information that got to Mikaela, the T.A. for my psychology class. I didn’t know it then but Professor Branning was making her grade all the papers while he taught the classes, and gave the students the impression that he would be the only one reading those things. I knew who Mikaela was but at the time I thought she was a male. I’d seen her conferring with Dr Branning at his desk before and after classes. She had short brown hair, thick glasses; she dressed like a boy, moved like one, and even talked like one you’d agree if you ever heard her. If you didn’t look too closely you wouldn’t notice her generous hips in her tight black jeans or her apple breasts in her black cotton jacket. At the time I had no reason to believe I needed to know anything about her (there were always random people milling around the professor) so her appearance completely fooled me. She however had learned something about me.



The papers were submitted anonymously, but with my handwriting all over mine it didn’t take her long to figure out who wrote the things I’d written. Being really smart probably didn’t slow her down either. Still when I got a request in my mailbox to meet her at the student theater at a time when all the actors, professors and crew would have gone, I was completely in the dark to what was going on. I thought at worst it could be some college prank and I was feeling up for adventure that night so I went anyway, hoping that Security wouldn’t find me and throw me out before I found out what was happening. The front door was the kind you need a key to open from the outside, but it was held open by a leaning broom. I sensed that this was for me, and I let it slam shut behind me when I’d entered the building so that no one else could follow. This was when I realized we’d be totally alone, my mysterious messenger and me.



She was standing amidst some furniture on the stage. I recognized her instantly and also received the shock that she was female. When she noticed me in there she turned to the dark seats, and asked, “Tom, is that you?”



“Yes, yes it’s me. I don’t think we’ve met…”



“Yeah, sorry. I guess this seems pretty dramatic.” I laughed at that. “Would you come up here on the stage with me, please?”



I crept through the aisles to the side of the stage and climbed the small steps there, then walked over to her at center stage in the light. We were standing between a big bed and a tall mirror. She was wearing her usual dark jacket, dark jeans, dark hiking boots, and a green sweater. She eyed me through her glasses with great pleasure that put me at ease. Her hair was just too short to be tousled, and there was no mistaking her presence which was one of pure masculinity. We were the same height and after sizing her up I had the impression that I was stronger than she was, but she watched me back like an equal. She introduced herself and we shook hands. Then she got to business in her honest manner.



“Tom, I want you to know first of all that we’re alone here, and there’s no chance whatsoever we’ll be disturbed. I’m in charge of this theater now, and I’ve seen to that.”



“Okay. I thought you were a Psych major.”



“I’m doing a double major, and I hope to go into psychiatry after that.”



“Impressive. And admirable.” She nodded her appreciation.



“Tom, you don’t mind me calling you that do you? I know we just met. Tom, I’m the one who read your paper for Dr Branning about gender identity.”



“Oh,” I said.



“You should know you can trust me completely.”



“Alright. Is this an official visit?”



“That part’s tricky. I’m not licensed as anything as yet, and there’s really no way I could know it was you who wrote those sentiments, except of course I do know it was you. I figured it out.”



“Smart.” At that, she smiled.



“We’re just two college students who I feel have similar interests, and that’s the only way I should advise you to see this.”



“Right, but we could be a trio if I mention this to Branning.”



“I think you should listen to what I have to say.” Her voice was smooth and low with authority and humor. I marveled at her confidence as she spoke. I don’t know if I was attracted to her, exactly. If I was, it wasn’t in the usual way that I wanted a girl. When she motioned for me to sit on the bed, I shrugged and obliged her happily.



“Tom, do you know anything about psychodrama?”



With that she began to explain what she’d brought me there for. After reading my paper, she told me, she’d come to the conclusion that she knew precisely what I needed. As it turned out, it coincided perfectly with what she needed. To make a long story short, without either of us really knowing the other at all, she’d brought me down there to perform a sexual act with her.



“It’s expected that you’ll agree. We can help each other, it’s obvious. What do you say?”



“I still don’t understand why it has to be here.”



“You want to be used by a girl, but you won’t let yourself go through with it. On this stage, you’re not you, you’re free of inhibitions. I need to be somebody else to do what I want, which is to take you. Mikaela the woman can’t do it, but with a script, which I’ve prepared already, and which you won’t need to see, I can function adequately.”



“You seem pretty capable without it.” This compliment, she ignored.



“It’s not that simple. I promise we’re completely alone and this building is private. You have all the facts, now. I need a yes or no.” With that I was certain if I’d replied in the negative, she’d simply walk away and never mention another word about the evening to anybody, nor admit she knew about it if anyone ever asked her. That would be the end of it. I knew though that she was coercing me, perhaps despite my better judgment, and there was a strange sort of truth in what she’d said. Also there was something graceful and exciting about her. I couldn’t refuse.



We agreed to each take a different side of the stage to get ready. While I was disrobing I felt the temperature of the air go up and I assumed she’d done it with a thermostat. I was back on stage first, back in the light. A quick nervous glance to the seats told me the place was still empty. In my boxers only, and with one hand clutching my other arm at my side, I sat down on the bed and waited for her.



She finally appeared smiling triumphantly, almost sneering really, with a bottle of lube in her left hand. She strutted out slowly in feet covered only by thick white tube socks with blue stripes, pulled way up to her knees. Her pale legs were simultaneously boyish and female, it’s hard to describe. She wore a white t-shirt and still had her glasses on. Over a pair of white boy’s briefs she wore a strap-on dildo harness with a large dick and balls the color of her skin. A little imagination made the penis appear to extend from the hole on the front of her undies, and the white bands holding it in place seemed to form a securely fastened jock strap around her hips. Her transformation complete, she was fully male now in both mind and body.



Mikaela stood by the bed, squeezed some lube into her hand, and dropped the bottle. The thud echoed ominously. With both hands she enthusiastically coated the shaft she was wearing, which seemed to pulse and spasm under the house lights. She smiled down at me, friendly and somehow very square. Aside from the fact that she was a girl who was about to fuck a man in the ass, there was really nothing eccentric about her personality. Clapping once and scraping the spittle off her lips with her teeth she commanded me to put my hands on the bed and present my rear to her. I obeyed her again without question.



“Let’s see what’s in here.” While squatting, she dragged down my flannel shorts at both sides. Then she changed the speed of her movements to carefully remove them from each leg at floor level. She constantly alternated like that between urgency and clinical precision. In the mirror she looked assured and sporty as she stood up.



I heard her take a deep breath, savoring the moment. I felt her hands on my hips, clamping like claws and kneading. I adjusted the position of my own hands to more pleasingly display my ass to her. Before I even felt anything, she had lunged forward with her hands locked on my pelvis, entering me, suspending her shoulders above my back, and giving a long soft moan. I felt the cock like a fist inside me, and froze. She had frozen, too. For a moment I wondered if she had lost consciousness. Then the stockinged feet on either side of mine shuffled slightly, barely audibly, and a quick breath passed into her mouth followed by a ragged sigh. The penis pressed terribly, as my own timidly stirred to life. She’ll make a great doctor, I thought, remembering a shot I’d once received while distracted from my fear of needles my a conspiring nurse.



Without further hesitation, she began rocking forward heavily about once per second, keeping the shaft buried all the way inside me to let it finish stretching me out. The bed squeaked in time with each lunge. Blood was rushing into my head and with what was happening I feared I might pass out, or freak out, but she kept fucking steadily, finally allowing the phallus to slip out a little each time she moved in reverse, so she could press it in again with every forward lurch. I sensed her looking down at it, taking in the sight as I was taking in the weight, and with a quick glance to the mirror which she’d placed there for this reason I saw myself being fucked in the ass by a star athlete. My reaction to that was to let my head sway below my shoulders lifelessly, and to concentrate on the sensation. It hurt but I enjoyed knowing it was pleasing her, and that was better than physical pleasure. My cock was now completely erect, and pointing at my face. She had straightened her spine and her long legs, and was leisurely swaying to and fro with her hands swinging my hips in opposite time with her own.



Again I caught sight of the mirror, and saw a simulation of gay sex: the white tube socks and white shirt mixing with her smart haircut and bright, serious face; the tyrannical, indulgent lapping of the long cock in and out of me; the veined length sliding menacingly; the consistent maleness of the image of the two of us together; the absolute surrender of my eagerly exposed ass to her; the bed shuddering; the strength and height of her trim frame as she worked; the relentless repetition of her sexy hips moving in, in, in, in, in. I watched as she leaned forward and slid her left hand under my left shoulder, and then I took my eyes off the mirror and leaned back at her as she grabbed my stiff dick with her right hand and began pumping it with insistent tenderness. Still she carefully drove her beautiful cotton-lined ass cheeks forward to run me through me with the latex baton, her aim perfect and her motion smooth as both of her hands immobilized me. I began crying out each time she forcefully pushed into me, and she withdrew her hands and straightened her back again.



With her hands on my waist she walked us both forward like two people in a horse costume. My knees came in contact with the bed and slid onto it. Her cock held inside me easily, she followed me up onto the mattress so that we were both completely off of the floor. Roughly, her hand bent me down by the back of my neck, and then both were gripping my hips again. Her lean white thighs rubbing warmly against mine, she began thrusting dynamically to orgasm. If I weren’t approaching the throes of my own explosion, I might have watched the mirror in shock as she lost control. The animal locomotion of anal sex grew in speed and power, and in yet another way -through sheer physical vigor, this time- I watched her transform herself into a boy. Intent only on the pursuit of her pleasure through the haze of lights and the odor of her moistening gym clothes, she railed me determinedly, her eyes pointed down to watch the dick piston in and out with increasing frequency.



“Ah! Ah!! Ah!!!” she cried as it happened, but I came off a moment before she could, and as I bucked and spurted I sent the dick that was lodged inside me churning back into the frothing mound in her Y-fronts, reverse-dildoing her until spasms seized her and her head flew back open-mouthed to send choked screams up into the night. She collapsed on top of me and sent the storm of vibration returning through the dildo to my ass, where it shook the strength from my limbs and sent me onto my belly, and her along with me. Still floundering as though electrocuted we became a tangled mass of limbs and sensations, cries and gasps escaping us for entire minutes afterward like bubbles of prehistoric gas breaking on the surface of a tar pool.



The next time we did it we kissed as lovers and let our hands explore every soft, shapely curve and rounded plane of each other’s bodies (maneuvering knowingly around our erect cocks) with a sudden and irrevocable familiarity between us. We took turns penetrating each other’s asses for hours, but despite the new intimacy that was guiding us she never slackened nor slowed her thrusts when she was nailing me. I tried to give as good as I got but she was a true artist with the strap-on.



Toward the end of the night, I was a mess and so was the bed, and I was sprawled on it. I watched her standing in profile as she beamed that bright smile down at me again, one of her socks bunched around her ankle, the glow of her rigors making her sweat glisten, her hand lubing up the rod for the finale.



“Feel good?” she asked.



“I didn’t know I could be this happy,” I said, anticipating her reentry.



“Next time, you see, we won’t need the theater.”



She climbed up onto my back, and directed the head of the dick to my asshole. With her fists on the mattress at my shoulders, she rolled her hips forward to slide the thick cock inside me once more. She shivered momentarily with excitement, and started pumping raucously so that the worn out bed creaked loudly yet again.

I got this message from Mikaela:



‘Tom, it’s Mike. I spoke to Ray, she said everything went really well for you. I’m just calling to add my congratulations. I’m sure you’ll be having lots of fun in the future. Oh, on a totally unrelated note, I’ve taken to jacking off in the shower since your last visit. I come every time. Have you ever noticed how much my harness looks like a jock strap? I have. I stand in front of the mirror before toweling off, admiring my taut, wet body, wishing there were somebody in front of me I could penetrate with my rock-hard cock. I’m going jogging now. Pleasant dreams!’



Having lots of fun was certainly on my mind after my last encounter with Ray, but my old submissiveness kept me from finding any, though the opportunities seemed to be everywhere. I guessed which women were Mikaela’s friends without asking them. When I’d go to the coffee shop where we’d last met, the hippie girl with the braids (a real health nut) always did a double take at me from behind the counter, and grinned knowingly, and maybe maliciously. At the library, one of the university’s Swim heroes worked a desk. She was a hot butch Amazon who kept her eyes on her monitor and keyboard when answering questions. I thought I saw her pause when reading my name aloud. As she handed me a book, I tried to take it from her, but found it stuck in her vise-like hand. I looked up at her and found her staring icily through me. Then she released the book and I dropped it. Before I could say something two hurried people got in line behind me and her eyes were back down to her screen. Standing on a crowded bus I felt two fingers pressing on my pants over my asshole, but I remained motionless for fear of making a scene. The massaging became a painful probing, and when the bell rang the only person behind me, a girl in a white dress with long blond hair parted in the middle, slung her big purse over her shoulder and jumped off. However many of these incidents were the results of paranoia and how many were perverted flirtation I couldn’t know, but I was sure that unless one of these women showed Mikaela’s initiative nothing would come of any of it.



It was at a fast food place that I met the girl who would carry me over the threshold. I was squirting ketchup onto my fries at the self-serve bar when I felt a hand creep onto my shoulder, and then the arm it was attached to come to rest behind my neck. Having been manhandled so much recently and never being sure where Mikaela would show up, I couldn’t react with any surprise. When I turned though I didn’t recognize the young woman standing there in such a chummy pose with me.



“Your name is Tom, isn’t it?” Her thumb and forefinger were now kneading insistently where my shoulder met my neck.



“Yes, that’s right.”



“I’m Candy. We have friends in common.” She reached over, took one of my fries from the tray, and bit off a piece. All of a sudden it was like I was being shaken down by a mobster for protection money. “We have to chat. Why don’t you come with me? I’ll drive you to my apartment, where we can have privacy.”



“I just ordered.”



“Forget the food. I’ll feed you. Come with me.” With that I realized it was better to comply.



Candy’s apartment was in a duplex secluded in the woods far uptown. The inside was its own world, the kind of silent place where you can forget anything except the furniture and appliances around you exist. The woman herself was large and dynamic, and she fit in the rooms the way a bear fits in a cave. Her actions and movements were too well-planned and too quick for me to get any impression of her beyond the superficial. She had on a green army jacket, a red and black striped sweater, tight blue jeans, and sneakers. Her hair was wild, thick, dark, and to her shoulders. When she spoke it was curtly, with her head tilted up so she could peer down at me, and there was the ghost of a snarl in her upper lip. Her manner made it very clear our meeting had not officially begun, nor would it until she was good and ready.



“You know what to do,” she said, and disappeared around a corner. I heard the weak slam of a flimsy door.



I have absolutely no idea what to do, I thought, standing in her kitchenette. Fortunately about two minutes later I heard the door swing open on its creaky hinges, and Candy yell to me, “Tom, get in here!”



I followed her path down the tiny hallway and rounded the corner to find her sitting on the edge of a king-sized mattress. The sheets were green and they cast an eerie halo along the white walls, which were too close to everything they contained. It was nauseatingly claustrophobic. There were the nightstand with its lamp and clock, the bed, the woman, and me, and it felt like we were the last two people on the face of the earth. She had her right knee bent at the mattress edge and her bare left leg extended to the floor between us. Both hands held the cock she had on by their thumbs and forefingers. It was a cleanly smooth marble knob, a healthy seven inches long, the same shade of purple as the form-fitting tank top she wore. In the poorly heated room she had sprouted goosebumps on her pale limbs. She caressed the dick’s length as if her fingers were smoothing away folds of skin on its surface, like the folds of excess fabric on her torso below her restricted, average-sized breasts. Then she pointed the rod as if it would emit an invisible ray that might stun me.



“There are a lot of women interested to meet you, Tom. You have a reputation for being quite the entertainer. Though I notice you’re still dressed.”



“I wasn’t sure exactly what was going on.”



“Maybe you’re too modest. Are you going to disappoint all of these ladies? Starting with me?” With that she turned her other shoulder to me, and scooted back onto the bed, still meeting my gaze. As she reclined, she spoke. “I think I can dissuade them for you, if you fail to please me. They only have Mikaela’s word about you, after all, and Ray doesn’t speak about her clients very freely. I hate a lot of fuss, when there’s nothing to get excited about. I despise empty talk.”



It was then that I saw her most clearly, as she stretched out in profile before me. Her head was at my left, its brilliant black hair splayed out over the end of the mattress, and her legs lay to my right. Her back was arched, ever so slightly. Her right arm was bent a little, and the fingers hung over the side of the bed, as if dangling in a stream of running water. Her left hand made sure the cock was perfectly vertical. With her left leg bent to show me her inner thigh and the right leg resting straightly before me, I suddenly realized what kind of shape she was in. All along her there were tiny bruises, and some not so small, and her right knee, though healed, had obviously been badly skinned. This was a very active woman, I realized. Yet where Mikaela’s strength was hidden by her leanness, and Ray’s limbs were thick but soft, Candy was thoroughly solid, from her long heavy thighs to the great width of her trunk. In repose like the statue of a god, wearing only the purple cock and tank top, and the black padded band around her waist, she looked like a refugee from a futuristic tribe of savages. She completely intimidated me.



“I’m a bit of an ogre,” she sighed.



Remembering everything Ray had taught me, I rallied my confidence, and began to disrobe. Her eyebrows rose, and she turned her resting head to me.



“Is he going to play with me, after all?”



I sneered.



“I think you’ll find me up to your challenge.” As my pants and underwear came off, my own cock proved this to be true.



“Welcome aboard,” she drawled, her eyes no longer on mine but focused on my crotch. A flicker of indecision at last betrayed her. I stood naked, defiant.



“Where do you want me?”



With frightening speed she sat upon the edge of the bed, knees together and feet apart on the floor, toes pointed in, her hands on her thighs in front of the ready dick.



“Oh, everywhere.”



Five minutes later I was bending over with my hands on the fronts of my thighs, and she was standing behind me with her feet wide apart, gripping my hips like grim death. It came like fist blows, literally the amount of force someone would use for punching an enemy, a little faster than one beat per second.



“Let me know if this tickles,” she taunted. In order to impress her I had foregone lubrication, using instead a mental trick Ray had taught me for relaxing and self-moistening my body. Though I was getting sick from being violently shaken up and down by the detonations in my rear, I was able to watch the alarm clock on her bedside table. I tried to tell myself at first that this was an initiation rite, or a test, and I just had to endure it for a bit. At minute 12 it was obvious, even if that were true, that this woman would love to tell her friends she had wrecked my guts before they had a shot at me. She was that kind of fuck; virile, and proud of it. She saw herself as a bull.



At minute 40 she spoke to me again.



“Getting tired, Tom?”



“When are you going to start?”



“I wonder if you’re pregnant yet.”



Pound, pound, pound: she worked toward the goal of splitting me in half. After another ten minutes, she withdrew by curving her back so that her ass rose, with her weight entirely on the balls of her feet. It was as though she wouldn’t deign to use her hands to remove me. I turned pleasantly to face her with the look of tranquility I had with Ray, letting my silence ask for me what she was thinking. She was visibly flustered because I hadn’t begged for mercy. I smiled.



“Get on your belly,” she ordered, pointing at the bed. I politely obeyed.



Climbing up behind me, she kneed my legs apart so that my rear was elevated. Her thighs pressed against mine. Once the cock was inserted she put a fist on the bed at either side of my midsection, and began to slide into me, more with full body lunges than by the force of her hips. I took it with quiet grace for several minutes. This was just a prelude to her main attack, I was sure.



Predictably, she straightened up, and got into position. Her knees stayed apart but her feet touched each other at the toes. Both of her hands fell on my lower back, just above my ass. The style of insertion changed from a lazy flop with a slight downward pitch to an eager horizontal drive. It was all done with her hips then; with her arms, legs, and erect spine framing the swing. Her speed and regularity increased dramatically, but her manner was still cautious and preparatory. It would only be a matter of time, maybe thirty or forty more pumps, with her looking around the room like an alarmed cat, before she was set to open up on me.



Then it began. Thrusts became more methodical, more tentative, more like an exhibition. Hair which had hung loosely over me from her bowed head was thrown back. Her hands moved back to my hips, and the palms came away, leaving only her fingers to relax on my body, marking my location without making an effort to restrain me. Twice her hips slammed forward as if out of her control, but she instantly regained her rhythm both times. The technique remained the same, but she committed herself to a climax.



Sensing the shift in her attitude, I envisioned the golden flower Ray had shown me. By concentrating on it I would, I hoped, be able to weather Candy’s assault.



Pretending to maintain her former casualness, she gradually raised the power of the stroking so the dick was slammed into my ass with mesmerizing precision. The bed started shaking, and Candy’s gestures became more animated, from the clutching of her fingers to the rocking of her head. Greater enthusiasm permeated her banging, making the churning of her hips appear to be a full-body activity. Again her tempo gained, her breathing became audible, and her shoulders were drawn back another inch. She let her hands come away from me so her strong arms could dangle at her sides like an ape’s, with her pelvis still boring steadily upon me, and her eyes surveying the room like an animal its territory. When she tired of twisting about to inspect her surroundings, she replaced her fingers on my hips and continued at a breakneck pace. Her hold on my backside tightened and she incorporated me into her work by moving me alternately against her and apart from her. The action condensed into still shorter, harder movements. Flying into me then with no more doubts nor anything to stop her, she made for the finish line. Her hands leaped up and returned in a simultaneous slap that reverberated in the cramped chamber. The strap-on pounded. She slapped my cheeks again, and laughed at her boldness. Her attack was mercilessly efficient. At that point her speed increased so that she actually became a blur.



Knowing the killing blow was about to be delivered, I visualized the cosmic bloom to still my mind.



She went on that way another minute, and then did her worst. In that same posture of bent knees, toes pointed in, and hands clinging to my flesh, she leaned forward and slammed her hips into me with all the brute strength in her mighty form, at the rate of one wail per second, the slapping against my ass of the circular area around the cock’s base being the only sound in the world. It was more bestial than human, an act of pure, celebratory dominance. Waves of motion descending from her shoulders whipped her crotch at my rear end, I don’t know how many times. Though I didn’t lose consciousness, time ceased to have any meaning for me.



When she felt her triumph was absolute, she moved her hands to my waist, slowed, and leaned back again. Her arms once more came away from me, and with her eyes on the cock she ground down her thrusting to a halt. I turned to smile at her over my shoulder, and when she saw she’d failed to break me, her happiness waned. She pulled out and sat back on her ankles with her mouth open in confusion, and I rolled over to sit up. I faced her, with my arm resting on a raised knee. There was quiet for several long moments. Finally, she shrugged in resignation.



“Well, I’ve got two more hours before my shift starts,” she said, “and I’m going to spend them fucking your ass raw.”



She was as good as her word.



When I got out of her car at my apartment, I was thrilled to discover my body free from aches like the ones Mikaela had given to me. Ray’s methods all worked, I noted. Instead of driving off immediately, Candy got out as well, and walked up to me to put a hand on my shoulder as she had at the burger place. She drew me to her and kissed me with passionate tenderness.



“You get a good report card,” she said. “I guess you are just shy, after all. You can expect a lot of offers from now on.” She smiled, walked back around the vehicle, and waved farewell as she got in to depart. Then she was gone, as quickly as she’d appeared.



Once inside I collapsed on my bed, with the intent of sleeping for a year. As I drifted off, I remembered Mikaela’s smutty message to me, and how I went wild at the sound of it, but calling her would have to wait until I’d recovered.

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I lie on the bed, naked, watching my wife getting changed. She is turning side to side as she is looking herself over in the mirror. Our eyes lock in the reflection. A small smile crinkles her sensual lips at the corners.



“You know I adore you more than anything in the world right?” she says.



“And I love you more than you will ever understand” I respond in our usual battle of love supremacy.



Her eyes turn back to her image in the mirror. She turns sideways again, admiring what she sees. Absently she slides her hands up from her belly and then over her breasts, pausing for a moment. Her hands, as if on their own, starts to massage her large breasts. She suddenly stops herself, as if embarrassed by her self-admiration and turns around to look at me.



“This is the last time I am going to ask you this you know. You’re sure you’re comfortable with me doing this?”



I look down at my cock, protruding straight into the air, dripping pre-cum down the shaft. Looking back at her, then at my penis again, I reply with a slight nod to my manhood.



“Does this answer your question”?”



“Alright then. Fantasy about to be fulfilled baby. I have given you enough chances to back out.”



My heart rate starts to increase. I am surprised by my own excitement. I can barely contain myself. “Thank you Mistress, I await your orders”.



“Ok then. I am going out to go meet Mark. You haven’t met him, yet, but I have spoken to him on the phone and his voice is so sexy. As you are aware, I am going out tonight to suck his cock and, hopefully, fuck him. I give you permission to look at our conversation on my phone. Go on then. Read it.”



I lean over to her side of the bed and open her phone. The text box was deliberately left open at the top of the conversation and I am able to start reading right at the beginning. It starts off cordially at first then quickly turns hot; very hot. Somewhere after the first conversation Tori told him that she liked the thought of being a “booty call” and how it made her fell all sexy and slutty. She made it abundantly clear in her texts that he could call her any time and she would make herself available to please him. She was so shy when I met her 15 years ago and now I am reading about how she likes to be used for a booty call. I was so hard my dick was actually hurting.



I was so enthralled by the texts that I did not notice my sexy wife intently watching me. Looking up with a lustful look on my face I watch as Tori walks over to me. She leans down, dragging a couple fingers through the small pool of precum on my stomach before bringing her fingers to my lips. She rubs some of the slippery sweet tasting cum over my open mouth before sliding her fingers past my lips and into my mouth. Slowly she starts moving her fingers in and out like she is simulating a dripping cock.



“Suck on this you sweet little bitch of mine. You like that don’t you? I bet you wish this was a real cock dripping over your lips. Come on then, suck that cum off my fingers. Lick and suck this cock like you are a cum hungry little whore.”



I have begged her to talk dirty for some time but she always says she was embarrassed and felt she sounded stupid. I even pointed her towards several online videos to show her what I like. She obviously got over her phobia. I’m a bit shocked by her level of dirty talk but extremely turned on as she is saying everything I hoped and prayed she would say to me one day. All I can do is close my eyes, let my imagination roam and quietly moan in sexual pleasure. She slides her fingers out of my mouth, trails her fingernails down my body and then milks another pool of precum from my dripping cock. She dangles her dripping fingers in front of me. I stick out my tongue and run it up and down her fingers, licking up every drop.



“Good girl”.



She walks back to getting ready and after clearing my head I go back to reading their conversation. Her words are descriptive and the images are easily imagined in my mind. Tori starts going into great detail about how she plans on sucking his cock to the point of explosion and then climbing on top of his lap to slide his nice long penis into her. She begs for her nipples to be sucked and played with as she slides up and down on his beautiful cock. She tells him she wants to be used, to be his sexual release and she is excited beyond words to be able to please him. I scroll down and I see the attached picture. It’s of his dick. My god it’s a nice. It must easily be 8″; not too long, definitely not too short and just the right thickness with a large head. I can see why she is so excited.



I look up and Tori is standing there watching me, waiting for me to finish. She’s wearing a trench coat and has left it unbuttoned to show off her sexy corsette and what appears to be crotchless panties. After I get a good eyeful she buttons it up and ties the sash tight. She stands back to give me the entire show. She has very high “come fuck me” black high heels on, black nylons and her trenchcoat just barely covers her crotchless panties. I know what she is wearing underneath the coat but anyone looking at her would think she was just wearing a short skirt covered by the coat and that she was on the way to a nightclub.



She smiles at my non-veral approval. She walks over to me, leans down and gives me a kiss while putting something in my hand. I look down and it is a butt plug. My heart beats faster, my dick, somehow impossible, grows harder.



“Slide this into that sweet ass of yours the second I leave this house. I want you to slide it all the way in. Once in, you leave it there and don’t dare remove it until I get home. Meanwhile, you open your phone, track my phone and watch me driving to my fuck date. I demand you never take your eyes off that phone the entire time I am gone. You are to visualise what I am doing at all times. Imagine all the things I am doing to Mark. You and I have talked about this and you know what I am going to do to him; and him to me. I am going to give myself to him completely. I want to know you are watching me. Do you understand?”



This is everything I dreamed about. My hot wife fucking some young stud with a huge dick. I feel I might have a heart attack I am so excited. I just nod in excitement. I am unable to speak. I suddenly feel her hand wrap around my neck and lift up, choking me.



“I asked you a question. I demand an answer when I ask you a question” she releases her grip.



“Yes my Queen, I fully understand what you will be doing. I understand I am to sit here with this butt plug inside me in anticipation of you returning home. I promise to watch you on my phone and imagine you pleasuring this man with your mouth and sweet pussy as you play with his beautiful cock and body. “



“That’s better. Don’t disappoint me again. “



With that she turns and walks to the door. If it was allowed, I would have cum right then and there.



Chapter 2



I hear the front door close and as commanded I turn on my phone and start tracking her. I then reach for the lube and liberally lube up the butt plug. It is one of those progressive ones where it starts thin and gets wider the deeper you go. I have never had one this big before and slowly I start inserting it. The tip slides in easily enough but as it gets wider I start to wonder if I will ever get it all the way in. I tell myself I can’t disappoint her so I slowly slide it in deeper and deeper. I never take my eyes off the phone as I follow Tori leaving the house and drive to her booty call date.



Slowly, inch by inch, I slide it deeper and deeper into my ass. It takes several minutes of constant work on my part. I suddenly see Tori’s car stop on my phone. I had been concentrating so hard on getting the plug in my ass that I wasn’t watching where she was going. She isn’t far away, probably only 10 minutes from the house. I zoom out on the map and look at where she is. I know the spot. She must have organised this on purpose because she knows I know where she is. It is a nice secluded place, just off the main road, completely hidden by trees and shrubs. This allows anyone to do whatever they want; undisturbed and in complete privacy.



My dick is throbbing. The hornier I get the more relaxed my ass gets and I start to slide the plug in to the end. I feel the tapered end and my ass closes around it; holding it in place. It’s in place now and the longer it stays there the better it feels. My god it feels good. I can’t help but rotate a bit on it and feel the pressure against my prostate.



I watch the phones screen and stare at the motionless car symbol. My mind races as I imagine what she is doing. I can only assume he was waiting and she got out and walked to his vehicle since it is a bigger 4×4 and has more to play. I imagine her climbing into the vehicle and letting him admire her for a few minutes. She made it very clear in her text messages she wasn’t there for idle chit chat. She wanted to please him. She wanted to have sex. She didn’t even want him to talk. She only wanted to take him and for him to take and use her for his own sexual pleasure. My ass grinds down on the plug a bit more as I watch in silence.



After about 20 minutes the car symbol starts to move again. That was quick. Too quick. Did she chicken out? Did he not show up? Were plans changed? I refresh the phone constantly and track her travels back home. After what seems like no time at all I see the headlights of her car glide over the bedroom curtain blinds. I wait in anticipation and hope that I don’t have this plug filling my ass and pushing me to unbelievable levels of horniness just to have her walk in all upset and say it was cancelled. I hear the car door open and close, then the telltale clicking of high heels on the concrete driveway before the front door opens.



Chapter Three



I am lying on the bed as she commanded. I hear her walking down the hallway and watch as the bedroom door opens. She is wearing a smile and her hair is a mess. What a relief.



“that was quick” I say, almost breathlessly.



“what can I say, I must be that good. He came pretty quickly.” She purrs. “Move over and let me lie down”.



I did as she commanded. “Please go into detail and tell me everything”



“Sit at my feet and I will tell you everything.”



I quickly shuffle down to her feel and look up her legs to her crotch. She is not wearing her underwear anymore and her bald crotch is pretty red. It might have been a short time but she must have had a good fucking and loved it because not only is she red but her pussy lips are still all swollen and engorged. What a beautiful sight. The time was short but he must have given her a really good hard fucking.



“I arrived to find him there waiting. I am sure you know where we met” she didn’t wait for me to answer “and I got out and walked up to his car. As I climbed in I could see he liked what I was wearing. He leaned forward without a word and undid my jacket right away before he sat back to take in the effort I put in for him; and I obviously liked that and it was obvious he liked what he saw.



After what seemed liked forever, I couldn’t take us just staring at each other. I leaned towards him and we started to kiss. Slowly at first, then with more passion. His hands quickly moved to my breasts and I remember leaning in further so as to push them into his big hands. I felt so horny and slutty; and I liked it. Instinctively my hand went to his crotch. I have never met this man in person and here I was letting him grope me. And I was groping him and man, he has a BIG cock.” she paused for a second as if remembering it and locking it in her memory.



“After what seemed like forever, I couldn’t wait any longer so I undid his pants. I got that beautiful cock out while we were getting hot and horny with the kissing. As soon as it was out he pushed me head down and I eagerly and hungrily took him into my mouth to please him. He was soon grunting and thrusting pretty quickly. I thought he might come right away so I had to slow him down. He slid both his hands through my hair to hold my head. He then started fucking my mouth, and you know how much I love to be used like that. “



I could only grunt a response for I feared if I moved I might cum.



“After a few minutes of that I sat up and just watched my hand slide up and down on his cock. It was a magnificent cock. I mean, it was the perfect cock for me. Circumcised, long and fat and very good looking. Like a bigger version of your gorgeous cock. I just couldn’t stop staring at it but after a minute or two of it in my hand I had no control and I let go so I could just climb on top of him. I took hold of his cock again and guided it to my very very, VERY, moist pussy. Slowly, I slid down on him. I felt the head as he entered me and I felt every inch of him going deeper and deeper into me as I slowly, oh ever so slowly, slid all the way down to his balls. No penis that big has ever been inside me. I almost came right there. “



I did not realize but I was so enthralled that I was absently holding my breath and I had to remind myself to breath. Tori smiled.



“Speaking of cuming, I want you to lick my pussy right now while I finish telling you what happened. You want me to tell you what to do don’t you? Treat you like my whore? Then come on bitch, get down there and please me. You wanted me in control? You are going to get it. Now lick my pussy and taste his cock.”



I practically dived between her legs and started eagerly licking. She must have really enjoyed the new found control and power because she was so wet. I knew she would get off on it. I just had to push her to do it. I flick my tongue over her hard clit.



She runs her hand over my head as she continues her story. “I was ontop of him and fucking that nice cock of his. Can you taste his cock? Don’t answer, just keep licking. He felt so incredible inside me so I started to slide myself up and down the entire length of him. All the way up, then slowly all the way down until he was completely inside me again. I just kept repeating this slow ride. He leaned forward, pulled out my breats and started sucking my nipples as he said he would in the messages. This was indeed pushing me over to the point of pure slut mode. You know what that’s like. So I started moaning, grabbed his head and held it to my nipple. I was now riding him harder, and faster, and he must have liked it because in no time at all…he came”.



With that she gave a bit of a grunt and pushed down and before I knew it, my mouth was filling with something wet. I thought she was cumming from the story telling but I quickly realized what she said. He had cum. Inside her pussy, the one I was licking. And she was feeding me his cum. Her hands held my face to her dripping pussy.



“Eat his cum. You know you have wanted this for a long time. You wanted to be a cum eating slut girl so here you go. Eat his cum. Eat it all you whore. You want to be like those girls in the porno movies, eating all that cum, being treated like a slut and used like a cum whore? Here’s your chance bitch. Show me how much you like it”



She grabs the back of my head and pushes it deeper into her very moist pussy. The taste is amazing. A mixture of her sweet and succulent pussy and the slippery goo of another man’s cum. I hungrily lap it all and keep lapping, trying to make sure I don’t miss anything. My tongue reaching inside her pussy as deep as it can go.



“That’s right. I can see you like it don’t you? My little cum slut, eating all that cum. Lap it up like the cum whore you are. Drink it you slut. Clean my pussy of his cum.” Her voice is getting deeper and deeper and she is pushing my face so far into her pussy I can barely breathe. She doesn’t care about my pleasure anymore, only her own pleasure and that pushes me even further into my own bliss. I enjoy being her bitch. My fantasy of her being in charge and me being a used bitch is coming to life. It’s everything I had hoped for. I keep licking her wet pussy even though I am sure I sucked and licked all of his cum from her. I try breathing while sticking my tongue as far into her as it can go. I crave more cum. I want more.



Tori arches her back, the tell tale sign she is coming, and I now taste her cum. After nearly 30 seconds she finally releases my head and falls backwards onto the bed. Panting. Sweat forming on her face and body. She never comes that quickly. I lie there with my mouth hovering over her pussy for a couple minutes until her breathing slows.



“Good job bitch. You are going to be rewarded for pleasing me. Wait here”



I watch as she gets up and walks into the closet. I know what she is getting and I can’t wait. My next fantasy is about to be fulfilled.



Chapter 4



Tori emerged with the trench coat closed and just stands in the doorway of the walkin robe.



“Kneel in front of me slut. Get into position NOW”



I quickly get up and kneel in front of her. Anticipation runs through my veins like a drug.



“Every good slut needs to know how to suck cock don’t they? I bet you are a good cock sucker aren’t you?”



With that she opens her coat and out pops a very realistic looking penis. I lean in to prove to her what a dirty girl I really am. I rub the soft penis all over face and lips. Licking it completely before sliding it past my lips.



“Show me what a good cock sucker you are. That’s it. Suck my cock. Come on, show me how you like to suck cock. Show me. That’s it. Gag on it. Show me what you like. “



I can’t believe it. This is better than my fantasy. God this is hot. I am really enjoying sucking on her cock.



“that’s it bitch…ooooo…that’s it..see, you do know how to suck cock don’t you?”



I carry on proving to her how good I am. Pleasing her. Bobbing my head up and down on her cock. Slurping away, pushing it deep into my mouth. Her hands running through my hair as she pumps her cock into my mouth. I now know what she goes through when I am doing this to her. The roles are reversed. She is definitely the dirty talking male towering over me while and I am the cocksucking girl, submissively on my knees in front of this cock, hungrily sliding my mouth up and down its soft shaft as I prove what a good whore I can be.



“Enough of that. Get up, bend over. I am going to fuck you good. You better have prepared yourself for me”



I bend over and she gives her approval. Sliding the but plug out of my ass she puts the strapon to the entrance of my ass and pushes it in. As it enters I turn instantly into horny mode. The feel of her penis entering me and rubbing against my prostate is an unbelievable feeling. I can’t believe how good it feels. I am almost squeeling with joy as I push myself back onto her cock. Pushing it deeper into me.



“mmmm, you like that don’t you? Oooo..thats a good girl. Taking this cock in your male pussy. mmmm..thats it. Hows that feel eh? You like getting fucked in the ass don’t ya?”



I start to jerk my hard cock. I don’t know how those guys in the pegging movies can be soft because I am rock hard. She grabs my hips and starts to really push into me.



“how’s that feel? You like that? You like a cock up your ass don’t you?”



“YES. I love your cock up my ass. It feels so good. Please don’t stop”



She gives my ass a good slap. Showing me she is in charge. She spanks my ass again, harder and it feels great. I want her to spank me again but she stops. I wonder if I should ask for her to continue but my mind is a swirling blindness of pleasure and I doubt I could form a coherent sentence. She leans forward, grabs the hair on the back of my head and pulls my head up. She slides her other hand down to my throat and grabs it. Choking me. Taking me in her control. Proving to me she is in charge. She strengthens her grip around my neck and pushes deeper into me. I can barely breathe. I can feel my face turning red. Using her hands on my throat she pulls me back onto her cock so that she is all the way inside me. God damn it I love it.

I’m writing this for the sake of the Order, so that should a threat like the one depicted emerge again, we may have some means of recognizing and defeating it. This account is factual to the extent possible, with sensitive information changed or omitted insofar as doing so would not alter the overall meaning. I appear as a character below, so further data about the setting or background may be obtained with appropriate permissions from my personal file, as necessary.











Margaret moved from the coast to attend university, and we became roommates by chance. Only I had a car, a beat-up hatchback, and it was after we’d been out shopping that Russell caught his first glimpse of her. We pulled into the drive and she emerged from the passenger side in black knee-high boots and tight black jeans, with a black cotton jacket zipped up to almost completely conceal a form-fitting white t-shirt. Her dark hair was thick and curly, falling past her shoulders. I could certainly understand his attraction, which was instantaneous. It was also clear why he showed no interest in me, as I was shorter, wore thick glasses and had bangs in my stringy brown hair, which otherwise fell straight down my back. She strode beside him inspecting the awe-struck teenager as if he were some colorful variety of insect, while I bundled the groceries to my chest and kicked the door closed on my side.



“I’m Russ,” he stammered helplessly. “Do I know you?” She chuckled at his impertinence, and raised an eyebrow as she mentally undressed him.



“No, I’d remember meeting you, Russ. I’m Margaret. That’s my roommate over there, Samantha.” I raised my head in acknowledgement as I tried to unlock the entrance to our building with my arms full of plastic bags. “Do you want to ask if we go to your college? Maybe you’ve seen us around campus,” she said. I couldn’t stand watching her toy with him, so I happily went inside.



“Do you?”



“Do me?”



“I mean, do you go to my college?” She grinned wide at him like a snake about to bite.



“Yeah,” she said, peering through him. She liked his boyish good looks and wild, mid-length hair. Her stare fell again upon the t-shirt and jeans he wore. “Maybe we’ll bump into each other again,” she said, but he didn’t hear her.



When she entered the kitchen I had put all the food away.



“That wasn’t nice,” I said.



“What? He’s cute.”



“You shouldn’t lead him on.” She took a deep breath as she removed her jacket and stretched her arms.



“Oh, he has potential.”



“Would Tammy think so?” She leveled cool eyes at me when I mentioned her girlfriend.



“Samantha, I don’t read your special books, and I trust you know when to respect my boundaries, as well.” I bowed my head momentarily in apology, and she relaxed again. “I’m going to shower,” she purred, and effortlessly took the stairs two at a time to the second floor.



“Make it a cold one,” I muttered. As I turned past the window above the sink I saw Russ on the sidewalk, trying to stand as if he weren’t loitering.



The next time they met, Margaret had removed her jacket and traded her white tee for a black one, but his clothes hadn’t changed. She was bagging the last leaves from the lawn, and was aglow from her labors. He again resembled an ornament that had fallen off her and lacked any purpose until replaced.



“Oh, hey, Margaret. Hey.”



“Hey,” she replied, skillfully restraining a laugh.



“Doing some yard work, huh?” She nodded, and waved away some wasps.



“Just wrapping up.”



“Cool. I was thinking, there’s this band playing downtown tonight, and they’re not very good, but…”



“Russ, listen,” she said, holding up a hand to silence him. “You’re nice, but ask somebody else to see this show with you. I don’t go to clubs anymore.”



“Oh, well, we don’t have to see them. If you want to stay in and catch a movie…” The laugh at last escaped her.



“I’m a lesbian. You do know what that is?”



“Yeah, I’ve heard that one before.”



“I’m flattered by the offer.”



“Well, so what?”



“Sorry?”



“I know lots of people who are bi, it doesn’t mean anything. We can still hook up.” She crossed her arms.



“What if I said I don’t want to?”



“Why not?”



“I told you.”



“Yeah, and I said it doesn’t matter.”



“Really? If you were getting hit on by a guy, you’d be okay with it?”



“What? No,” he laughed, “it’s different with chicks. Society’s more accepting of what girls do.”



“Is it?” she asked icily.



“Yeah, I have manly pride to worry about. I have to consider how I’m seen.”



“I guess women never have to fret about that.” He shrugged. She effected a wry smile. “Okay,” she said, brushing her hands clean on her hips. “We can kick back, and enjoy some videos tonight.”



“Alright.”



“Come by around eight.”



“Will do,” he said, departing with a wink.



“Yes,” she said, “that’s right.”



A freak cold front kept people off the moonlit streets. In the apartment, white curtains spilled their eerie glow into empty corridors, which were silent until his knocking. When Margaret didn’t answer the door, he tried the knob.



“Hello?” he asked, craning his head in. He walked into the kitchen, and shut the door behind him, shaking off the freezing air. “Margaret?”



“Here,” she whispered. He saw her at the hallway portal, and she held out her hand to him. Bewitched, he took it and followed her into the dark. She looked at him twice as they moved quietly down the corridor. When they’d entered my soundproof study, she turned to face him.



Suddenly overcome by youthful enthusiasm, he tore off his coat and began grabbing at her. She endured his efforts with humor, but didn’t reciprocate. He kissed her mouth, pulled her solid form to him by her waist, and rubbed his groin up at hers. Subtly, she started assisting his groping hands by putting her own atop them, and manipulating his fondling to make it more acceptable to her. When his fingers cupped her breast, she molded and slowed their squeezing. As he kneaded her ass, she reinforced his grip to make it ache pleasingly. The hold on her cheeks that he took to gently chew her lips, she transferred to her neck and tightened to a strangle. Her continual cooperation thwarted his efforts to conquer her until he realized she was merely using him to play with herself. Eventually he broke away in disgust.



“What the hell are you doing?”



“What’s the matter? I thought you wanted me.”



“This isn’t right.”



“I’m letting you put your hands all over me. Doesn’t it turn you on? Maybe you’re a sissy. Is that the problem?”



“No.”



“No? You don’t please me. I won’t oblige you. All that leaves is testing your claim that no man can have you.”



“What? What are you talking about?”



“I’m being dirty,” she said, and took a deep breath. “Do you like it?” She then recited a spell stolen from one of our texts, which I have replaced with the following inert verse. “The fertilizing lightning fell from heaven, and animated the clay, which then crawled. Coming home, the beasts forsake legs, and only climb the tree by coiling around.”



At once she groaned and a bulge swelled in the crotch of her dark jeans. Her mouth dropped open, and her head rolled languidly atop her neck in a reverie of pleasure. Beneath her glazed eyes, the growth insistently rose by inches, making her hips buck and audibly straining the fabric that contained it until the button popped off her pants. Russ shirked as it barely missed his head, but he was immobilized by the sight of the proud stalk blossoming from Margaret’s loudly unzipping fly. Its length slowly fell until horizontal, as if to point at him accusingly. She gasped. From seemingly nowhere, she had conjured a realistic rubber penis to her pubis. “Come to me,” she growled.



“No way!” he yelled, and scrambled into a run from her. She patiently trailed him.



“Look at me, Russ. I want to show you something.”



“I’ve seen it.” He was trapped at a locked door. She slowed to a halt five feet from him.



“Watch, now.” Resting her palms flat on her sides, she transferred her weight to one leg, and then gradually to the other, again and again, until her shoulders tilted in opposite time with her hips, and her breasts rocked to the left and right before him in slow motion. He tried to speak, but couldn’t. “You’ll let me have it, won’t you?” she asked breathlessly. “You’ll let me slip my dick inside.”



“No.”



“Succumb to me.” Her hands slid to the shaft’s base so that her thumb tips touched beneath her navel. She gave her hips a quick, forward jerk followed by two more, sending the dick bobbing, and he was mesmerized. A smirk crept onto her face at how easily she’d caught him, and she seized the cock to wave it rapidly, shattering his fascination. Realizing he was lost, he slumped. As her lusty gaze bore down on him he grew heavier, and dropped to his knees at her feet in agony. Victorious, she regained her composure with a sigh.



“When you’re one of two lovers, both of whom have dicks, Russ, you seem to fold rather quickly,” she mused, “provided the other has wiles as compelling as mine. Would all men be as compliant in your situation, I wonder?” She put her hands on her hips, and balanced a booted heel on his thigh. “How about I give you a taste of the limitless energy women need to do all your cooking and cleaning, big boy?”



Twenty minutes later, she was clutching his hips through black driving gloves, and with her attention far in the distance and her torso flawlessly erect, she mechanically sent pounds from her pelvis into his naked, bent-over form. The shiny leather cylinders sheathing her calves were generously spaced, allowing the lambda of her thighs and buttocks to rocket at his disintegrating ass repeatedly and with perfect regularity. Bang bang bang it came, totally destroying all traces of his resistance to her, and his only thought during the barrage was admiration of her physical ability and stamina. She continued the assault with brutal efficiency, and not a twinge of pity. At nine o’clock, a bell rang and the strap-on fucking concluded.



“Right on time,” she said, glancing at a wall clock. Holding his butt still, she stepped back and out of him, removed her hands, and walked briskly but casually to the door. He continued to lean on the ottoman as he had while she was taking him.



When she returned it was with a spectacled girl who had a blond ponytail, and was dressed in bell bottomed slacks, an orange leather coat, and a thick, wool turtleneck sweater.



“Russ, this is my girlfriend, Tammy. Don’t get up. Wait, I told you I’m gay, didn’t I? I think I did.”



“Hi, Russ,” the young woman said, and began disrobing.



“Tammy likes it rough and in the ass. You’re going to give it to her. It’s a little token of my gratitude for your endurance. That’s sweet of me, don’t you agree?”



“Yes,” he whispered. The new addition had stripped to a full-body, black latex cat suit, and had removed her glasses and hair tie.



“Here?” she asked Margaret. The brunette nodded, and Tammy bent over the antique couch. With a contortionist’s dexterity she reached between her legs to her lower back and pulled a hidden zipper open to her crotch, fully exposing her anus to Russ. Then she turned a pout at him. “Penetrate me.”



“She’d better scream,” Margaret said. The boy summoned what little strength he had left and staggered over to Tammy’s rear. An erection came quickly to him, and he slid painfully into her dry cavity. She snorted.



“He’s not very big.” Russ pumped her listlessly. In only a moment, Margaret’s dick was ravaging his asshole, and her chiseled, cotton-covered abdomen and hard, denim-bound legs were pressing on him.



“No,” he moaned, still confusedly trying to fuck Tammy.



“Don’t tell me you didn’t see this coming,” the woman in black scoffed, and demonstrated her mastery of the two bodies with a series of powerful thrusts. The blond exploded in delighted laughter. “Welcome to our club.”



“Yes, welcome,” the girl echoed, and Russ ejaculated inside her.



I arrived on the scene early next morning to find a moving truck departing. Margaret was loading dry cleaning into the back of Tammy’s car, which was filled with small boxes.



“Where have you been, at some séance?”



“It was an all-night study session.”



“Oh, I’ve had one of my own.”



“What’s going on?”



“I’m moving out,” Margaret said. “Sorry. I guess you’ll have to scratch to find my half of the rent this month.”



“Why? Where are you going?”



“I’m joining Tammy’s sorority. I’ll be living in their house, now.”



“That’s mine,” I said, noticing an old book through the window of the car. Margaret reached in and extracted it.



“It’s nothing special,” she said, examining the volume. “You can keep it.” She dropped the tome on the grass. “All the really juicy stuff has been moved out already.”



“You’re stealing from me? My books?”



“You don’t know what to do with them.” She drew close to me. “This thing is real, Samantha. It’s power. I’ve used it.”



“What have you been doing?”



“While you’re locked in your room at night learning how to finger yourself, I’ve been figuring things out. I’ve subjugated two people.”



“Who?”



“What does it matter? The first of many. Join our group. Help me spread this knowledge to women who can profit from it. Stop hoarding it with those biddies.” I laughed in her face.



“Start some dyke army to enslave the men? As ridiculous as it sounds, that’s been tried before. It didn’t end well.”



“No, you don’t see. We’ll forge a new sexuality, the irresistibility of the feminine combined with the aggressiveness of the male, something greater than both.” Tammy honked the horn angrily.



“You have no idea what you’re doing. You’ll fail.” She smiled at me.



“It’s begun,” she said, and got in the car. “Someday, you’ll wish you’d followed me.”



They drove away.







My misplaced trust caused one of the greatest security breaches we’ve ever suffered. It has been my mission to put right what happened, but evidence of the spread of Margaret’s characteristic practices has grown wildly in recent years, and our archives overflow with reports concerning her notorious sorority. I continue to struggle nevertheless to recover our pilfered materials, and teach healthy, harmonious doctrines wherever they’re received. I maintain also that in the right circumstances even a manifestation of the Goddess is possible, and such an occurrence would vindicate those who believe that whatever Margaret’s wishes, her actions are merely part of a larger design of providence, and thus, in some way, for the best.

I recently had shoulder surgery. It’s no fun, very painful, but I’m happy to have it done so I can get back to training, keeping myself in shape to fuck my wife better. The surgery required some Physical Therapy. I went to a facility for athletes in the hope that I would get strenuous rehab that would get me stronger quicker.



All of the PTs there are in shape and lean. One of the therapists, Gabbi, is an Intern and has to work another job to make ends meet. She played soccer in college. She’s very thin except for one exception. She has very big tits. I don’t think there is any question she has been augmented. To add to the big tits, she wears relatively tight polo shirts. Her stomach is very flat so that makes her tits look even bigger.



One day she was telling a fellow therapist her store at the mall has a special all night sale and she was worried about how tired she would be for PT work the following day. I asked where she worked and she said, “Victoria Secret”.



I wanted to ask if she got a discount on bras, panties and stockings, but that would have been too personal. My wife and I went to dinner near her mall and decided to stop into VS. It just happened to be night she was working. I introduced my wife to her. The three of us talked briefly.



We decided to buy a pair of matching hot pink panties. As luck or maybe bad luck would have it the PT rotated from the floor to the register as we paid. She checked the panties as all good clerks do and saw one was a large and one was a medium. She said, “These panties are not the same size. Is that what you want?” My wife and I both said yes at the same time and then the PT/clerk, my wife and I laughed.



The next visit to the PT my wife went with me. We had something else to do in the area. As I was going through my strength training routine Gabbi approached my wife. After some pleasant conversation Gabbi said, “Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”



My wife said, “Of course not. Ask anything you want.”



Gabbi told my wife she noticed that my legs were shaved on my first visit. She assumed that was for my biking and triathlons. Then she added that I have to take my shirt off for ultrasound on my shoulder and she noticed the area around my nipples is shaved clean. Her question was, “Does your husband shave anything else?”



Jessie was very open. She told her I shaved my private areas too so lovemaking is more enjoyable. Gabbi smiled and asked, “Why did you buy both large and medium panties on Saturday.”



Jessie very calmly said, “Jason and I both really enjoy it when he wears panties. It supercharges our sex life.”



She simply said, “That’s what I thought.” She returned to my rehab.



Jessie told me about the conversation when my rehab was complete. I thought it was neat, but no big deal.



As we prepared to leave the facility Gabbi ran up to us in the parking lot and said, “Here’s my business card. I wrote my cell phone on the back. Can you call me? I’m a little embarrassed, but would love to continue our conversation.” She handed the card to Jessie and she ran back inside.



Jessie said, “That girl is so nice. I’ll call her tonight. I hope this doesn’t turn real weird.”



Jessie called her that night. They talked for an hour or so. She hung up and said, “Gabbi wants to meet for lunch one day next week and she asked if you could be there. Are you in?”



I said, “I guess. What’s this about?”



Jessie simply said that Gabbi was very sexual and wanted to experiment. Her boyfriend was very conservative. She wanted to talk about sex and get some ideas.



The day came to meet. Jessie and I were at our table when Gabbi arrived. She was stunning. She had on heels, stockings, a short mini skirt and a white see-through blouse with a very sexy lace bra under it for her massive tits. She had make-up on and she looked much more glamorous than on the job where she wore no make-up. Her hair was perfect.



She sat down and thanked us for meeting her. We talked over lunch about sex. No subject was off limits. I paid the bill for all of us and we were ready to leave. Gabbi said, “Please don’t take this the wrong way. Can I join the two of you for sex? As long as my PT employer doesn’t know I’d love to join you.”



Jessie said, “You want to watch us?”



Gabbi said, “Oh no way. I want to fuck both of you. Please think about it.”



Jessie said, “Well Jason and I have to discuss this, but I can say this right now. I’d love to fuck you with my strapon. I’d also love to play with those big tits of yours. “



Then I said, “Jessie you walk with Gabbi to her car and drive over to our car. We can talk when you two arrive.”



Gabbi pulled in next to me. With both of them there I said, “Jessie you know how much I love you. If this is something you want to do I’m in. Just to be honest I am concerned about HIV. We really don’t know Gabbi. I also do not want to risk a problem at the university with my job as a professor”



Gabbi said, “I work in the medical profession. I do not have HIV. I am clean and healthy. If it worries you use a condom. If we all have a good time and this continues I’ll get tested and give you the results. I won’t say anything to anyone without your permission so the university will never know.”



I looked at Jessie. She wanted this so I said, “When are you suggesting we get together?”



Gabbi said, “I have a few things in my bag in the car; adult toys, change of clothes, extra panties. I’m ready right now if the two of you are. I also have a gift for both of you. Here’s a bottle of your favorite lube. Jessie mentioned it on the phone, but even better here are matching limited edition high waist retro panties with detachable garters and white lace top stockings.”



Jessie said, “Let’s go to our house. I’ll drive. Jason you ride with Gabbi.”



Gabbi handed the gifts to Jessie and we all got in cars.



We drove to our house. I talked to Gabbi the whole way. She was a really nice girl. She was like any young 23 year old girl, except she had this enormous sex drive. Finally she said to me, “I’m not sure why I have the sex drive I have. I’ve been sexually active since high school. I’ve dated a few guys. One of them had a pretty big cock. For some reason I just wanted that hard cock in my mouth, hands and pussy. It was all I could think about.”



Then she added, “For some reason I really love hard cock. I want to see and play with yours. I’ve wanted to fuck you since I saw you shaved your nipples.”



I said, “I guess it’s lucky for me that I keep my nipples clean for Jessie to pleasure. My cock isn’t big, but I know how to use it, thanks to Jessie creativity.”



Gabbi said, “I’ll help her pleasure you as soon as we get to your house. I promise you will enjoy yourself more than you know.”



I said, “Is there anything in particular you want to do?”



She said, “I’ve never fucked a man in the ass. Jessie talked about that on the phone and that is the reason I came to lunch looking so sexy. I was hoping you would be interested. I went to the adult store and bought a strapon for today hoping you would let me fuck you.”



I said, “I love it when Jessie fucks my ass. If that’s what you want I’m sure I can accommodate you. How big is your cock?”



Gabbi said, “I didn’t know what to buy so I said what the heck and bought a 9 inch flesh colored one. It feels real. I love wearing it and practiced thrusting a couple times.”



I replied, “Oh wow, that’s a lot of cock.”



She said, “I just love hard cock and am so excited to wear it. I hope you enjoy it.”



We drove into the driveway. Jessie was already in the house. We walked in the front door. Jessie was already standing there in our gift panties from VS and from Gabbi, a sexy lace bra, the high waist retro panties with detachable garters and the white lace top stockings. She was also wearing her strapon with the big black cock. She handed me the matching panties and a garter belt and stockings. Then she said, “Let’s both look good for Gabbi in her gifts. Change your clothes.”



I walked to the living room took off my clothes and dressed right in front of the girls. Gabbi said, “I’ve never seen a man wear panties, garter belt and lace top stockings. You really look hot. I want your ass so bad. I also want your cum in my mouth.”



I have to admit that the gifts from Gabbi got me real hard when I slipped them on. I bought panties for myself and Jessie has bought panties for me, but to have a very attractive 23 year old buy me panties was a real ego boost. That was transferred to my cock and I was both hard and eager to start the three way play. I really wanted to perform well today.



I said, “We have one ground rule. I am 67 years old and cannot get a second hard on the same day. We have to save my cum until the very end or the party is over for me. I can use my tongue on both of you, but once I cum my fucking is over for the day.”



Gabbi said, “OK that’s new to me, but I can do my best to keep you hard until the time comes for you to cum.”



Jessie said, “If the two of you don’t mind I’m fucking Gabbi right now.”



It looked so sexy to see Jessie fucking Gabbi at age 23. She took Gabbi from behind and I walked in front of her. Gabbi sucked my cock while she took Jessie’s. Then Jessie put Gabbi on the bed on her back. I started sucking Gabbi’s nipples while Jessie fucked her and worked her clit. It wasn’t long and Gabbi’s body went stiff and she exploded with orgasm. Jessie said, “Relax, I’m sure you have another orgasm in you.” Gabbi explode with not one but two more orgasms.



Then she said, “I can’t believe I had three orgasms. I usually have none or one with my boyfriend.”



I thanked Gabbi for the blow job, but said, “I want to fuck your mouth. Kneel down in front of me.”



Gabbi kneeled in front of me and opened her mouth. Her lips were wet and beautiful. I put my hands on the back of her head. She quickly got the idea and moved her hands away from my cock and placed them on my panty covered ass. I slowly started holding her head still as I thrust my cock in and out of her mouth. She started pulling my ass toward her harder and harder each time I stroked her mouth.



Jessie walked behind me and reached around to play with my nipples. She was twisting and pulling my nipples. The double pleasure of fucking Gabbi’s pretty mouth and having my nipples pleasured was more than I could take. I stopped and said, “Jessie, your turn to take two cocks.”



Jessie said, “Gabbi, I hope you are ready because this is just the beginning. Now put your strapon on and fuck my pussy. Jason, you fuck my ass.” Jessie was getting addicted to DP. She loved it whenever she could get it.



Jessie moved into the position to take two cocks. This was not new to me so I lubed my cock real good and slipped it in to Jessie’s ass. She said, “I love your nine inch cock Gabbi. Jason, stroke my ass a little harder. It feels so good to have two cocks in me. I’m going to play with my clit. I am so ready to orgasm.”



Jessie exploded quickly. Then she said, “Let me squirt on Gabbi. I’ll ride Jason cowgirl style and get my clit going so I can give Gabbi my nectar in volume.”



In a matter of minutes Jessie squirted all over Gabbi’s face. I said, “I want some of your squirt.”



Gabbi leaned over and kissed me with Jessie’s juice all over her face and in her mouth. Gabbi got on the bed and Jessie rode her cock. She squirted again and this time I got to drink her nectar.



There was a lull in the wild sex. Gabbi said, “This is amazing. I don’t want to be greedy, but I have never fucked a man. Can I fuck Jason?”



Jessie said, “Give it to him, but be gentle until he asks for more. He has never had nine inches before.”



I bent over the bed. Jessie lubed my ass and Gabbi’s cock real good. She touched the head of her cock to my ass hole and I said, “This is going to be special. Give me all of it, but go slow.”



Gabbi had practiced so she was able to slowly give me her cock. When her panties hit my ass and I had the nine inches in me it felt so good. I said, “I’m OK Gabbi. You can pound my ass as much as you want.”



Gabbi grabbed my hips. I was thrusting back at her with my ass. The nine inches was perfect. Gabbi smacked my ass over and over. Eventually, Gabbi was really thrusting and I heard her say, “I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Oh my god this is so fucking good.” Then she let out a scream followed by a sigh.”



The three of us rested on the bed. I said, “Girls my cock is still hard. I want to cum. Do either of you have any ideas?”



Gabbi said, “I’ve never taken two cocks before. Can the two of you fuck me?”



Jessie and I filled both Gabbi’s ass and pussy with pleasure. She was screaming, “More, more. Give me more cock. Fuck me like your mean it.”



Jessie said, “Let’s give Gabbi a gift. Gabbi you get the cum, but you have to share it in your mouth with Jason and me. How do you want it?”



She said, “Can Jason fuck me missionary style? I’ll lay on the edge of the bed and he can stand on the edge. I’ll put my legs over his shoulders and Jessie you can pleasure my tits.”



I fucked Gabbi for a while. Eventually, I felt a load coming. I said to Jessie and Gabbi, “I feel my cum. It’s a big load.” “



Jessie said, “Pull out and cum on Gabbi’s big tits.



I pulled out and stroked my cock and had a big load on Gabbi’s tits with a little hitting her chin. Jessie rubbed the cum on Gabbi’s tits. Then Jessie and I licked the cum off of Gabbi tits and Jessie’shands. We kissed Gabbi and each other passionately.



Gabbi said, “Let me be sure I got all of your cum.” She sucked my cock clean.



Jessie said, “You are welcome to stay the night Gabbi.”



She replied, “I think I’ll go fuck my boyfriend and show him my new toys. I hope you will invite me back again soon.”



Jessie and I replied in unison, “We will invite you back.”



Gabbi said, “I’m going to change panties for my boyfriend. I have a pair for him, too. He’s never worn panties. I hope I can convince him to wear panties tonight.”



I said, “Rub them all over his body and then just ask him to try them on after he is real excited.”



Gabbi left and Jessie said, “We better go to the adult store today. I love that nine in cock. Let’s buy a big black nine inch cock for our strapon harness.”



I said, “I want a nine inch cock too. Let’s go buy one. The next PT visit should be interesting.”

“Luxury Condominiums” the sign said, and for once the reality lived up to the marketing. I never regretted buying in Miramar Lakes with its spacious rooms, manicured lawns and friendly neighbors.



My friendly next-door neighbor is Steve, a charming middle-aged man with three daughters. Unfortunately Steve came out a few years after his divorce, so we were destined to remain just friends. But it was a good friendship for us both. We visited back and forth constantly and had dinner together at least once a week. His older girls laughingly call me Aunt Trudy.



Anyway, after 10 years of marriage and a recent divorce, I wasn’t looking for a new relationship.



Steve’s older daughters were married with young families, but Amanda was still living at home. The youngest by eight years, she was petite, pretty and volatile. A college student, she did fine in school, but troubled him by falling into one disastrous relationship after another. She would go crazy about a new guy, focus all her attention on him, then blow up when she found the guy wasn’t 100% focused on her. She would come storming home in tears, cursing the guy she had cooed over just days before.



Amanda sometimes vented to me because I’m close to her family, but not IN her family … and I’m nearby. My affection for Amanda has grown as I watched her try to figure out life and love. And I’ve spent hours listening while she dissected her failed relationships in graphic detail.



That’s how I learned Amanda had … not just a guy problem … but a sex problem.



“How long does sex take?” she asked one day out of the blue. I laughed and blushed a little.



“All I can tell you is, the shortest sex I ever had was five minutes. And the longest was six hours.”



“Six HOURS!” she blurted. “How is that possible?”



“Well when two people have been apart for a month, and they’re both horny and have a house to themselves … you can go a looong time!”



“But you didn’t … screw the whole time, right?”



“Oh god no … we kissed a lot and played around, talked about fantasies, napped and used a strap-on for the first time.”



“Wait … a DILDO!!”



I nodded. She looked at me wide-eyed with disbelief.



“You’re not talking about a guy, right? Another GIRL!!”



I nodded again.



“Don’t let the Nordstrom’s wardrobe fool you, Amanda, I wasn’t ALWAYS a boring old lady pushing 40!”



“You’re not boring!” she protested, although until that moment I’ll bet she thought I was straight as a ruler, and about as interesting. She fell silent and stared at the ceiling while her preconceptions shifted, then, “But you were married to a guy for 10 years! Are you bi?”



“I’m basically straight,” I replied, “but for awhile in my 20s I was totally into girls, especially one girl. It felt right to be with that person at that time.”



“What happened? How did it end?”



“There was no big ending, if that’s what you mean. Our relationship just stopped developing and we went in other directions. We’re still close, but she lives on the other side of the country.”



Amanda fell silent for awhile, then, “How about the five-minute sex?”



“That was in college,” I said laughing. “My boyfriend and I hadn’t seen each other all summer, so I rushed over to his apartment the minute he got back to town. I wore this cute little dress for him, but I could have been wearing a flour sack for all he cared. I was on my back on the couch about a minute after I walked through the door. Talk about ‘WHAM, BAM!’ In five minutes he was finished and I had to wait until Round 2 to have my fun!”



She was silent for awhile, brooding.



“That sounds like my sex life in a nutshell. Five minutes and done!”



“Oh, darling, that’s too bad! But that’s what young guys are like, you know. It’s not that they don’t want you to feel good, they just don’t know how to get you there. And their egos won’t let them admit it.”



I thought Amanda might avoid me after learning I hadn’t walked the straight and narrow my whole life. But I was soon back to listening to her problems, and giving unheeded advice.



My talk with Amanda got me thinking about the glory days of my 20s when I learned so much about my wants and needs. For one thing … when sleeping with a man, I found that I like him to drive the bus. But when making love with girls, I found that *I* like to steer.



A few weeks later Steve mentioned that Amanda was head-over-heels with a new guy, and I waited for the usual crash.



I didn’t have to wait long.



I was reading in my bedroom one afternoon when Amanda came stomping through my door (without knocking) and marched in, her sweet face set in an angry mask. I sighed and closed my book while she kicked off her sandals and plopped down on the pillows against my headboard. She stared at the ceiling.



I could tell she’d gotten dressed up for somebody … her long, auburn hair was styled and her outfit designed to show off her gymnast’s body; a tight little top displaying her small breasts and a tiny skirt emphasizing her beautifully smooth thighs.



I got up and sat on the bed beside her.



“Hey, sweetie, are you okay?” I asked, patting her cute ass.



“I don’t wanna talk about it,” she muttered



“Let me guess … it’s about that boy you’ve been seeing.”



“Okay, yes,” she blurted, “He’s been lying to me and sleeping with half the girls at school. Are you happy now?



“Of course I’m not happy,” I said, scooting up beside her. “I can’t be happy seeing you so upset. And I’m not gonna say I told you so. It’s just that when you’ve seen as much as I have, you know these guys ……….. and this one had ‘player’ written all over him. That’s not a bad thing as long as you know what you’re getting into and you can treat it like a good time.



“But I wanted more than a good time,” she complained. “Instead I’m just another hole for him to stick it in.”



I sighed and stared at her. Then, despite her angry pout, I suddenly visualized her sprawled out naked, quivering through an orgasm! I shook my head to clear my thoughts. Getting turned on wouldn’t help me reason with Amanda.



“You know Amanda, just because he’s sleeping with other women doesn’t mean he doesn’t like you.”



“Now you’re defending him?” she protested. “God! Make up your mind!”



“This is what I’m talking about … your lack of experience. You’re so young something like this seems so huge! After you’ve experienced more and been out there more in the world you’ll understand that these things have their place and … and guys like him even have their place as long as you don’t try to make it a grand romance each time. The grand romance tends to come later.”



“What do you mean as I experience more? Half the women I know are bitter! Experience didn’t do much for them!” Amanda complained.



I thought for a second, wondering if I dared push Amanda out of her comfort zone.



“Maybe that’s because they haven’t learned they need to take care of themselves more … and they don’t need men for everything.”



“We need them for … well … sex.”



“Sweetheart,” I laughed. “Women can do that just fine alone … or with each other.”



“Not really. At least not all the way,” she muttered, staring at her hands in her lap.



“That’s what I mean about being naive,” I said, stroking her arm. “Women can do that as well.”



“Excuuuuse me?” she said, watching my hand warily.



“I was right about him and I’m right about this,” I said forcefully, using a finger to turn her face to me. “You have a lot to learn, young lady and I think you should start now.”



“I don’t really understand,” she grimaced, looking down, and in that moment I knew I wanted to make love to this little beauty … if she’d let me … and teach her how wonderful lovemaking can be. Then she’d never again settle for being somebody’s quick fuck.



“You don’t have to understand it all at once. But what you DO need to understand is that sometimes THIS (I tapped her chest over her heart) gets in the way of THIS (I tapped her forehead).” Caressing her arm again, I said, “And sometimes you just have to listen to your body and know that it’s gonna be okay.”



“It’s okay to be uncomfortable,” I continued, stroking her arm gently, enjoying her soft skin. “It’s okay to be nervous,” stroking her firm thigh below her tiny skirt. “And it’s really normal to be scared. All that’s okay. But nothing bad is gonna happen.”



She sighed, still staring down at her hands.



“You’re gonna feel silly,” I said, lightly kissing the point of her shoulder just below the strap of her top. “And you’re going to feel really unsure,” kissing again. “And then at some point … you won’t,” kissing the top of her shoulder just an inch from her neck.



Then I scooted closer, leaned in and kissed the side of her neck, just below her perfect little ear. She giggled and her mouth curved into a smile.



“Giggling is okay,” I whispered, and lifting her hair aside I kissed the back of her neck, softly, three times. She made a tiny, protesting noise, but I took her chin in my hand, leaned forward, nibbled at her ear lobe then bit down lightly.



She laughed once, and shivered.



“Laughing’s okay,” I whispered, and lifting her hand I kissed the backs of her fingers, turned her hand over and kissed her palm. She made a sound halfway between a giggle and a sigh. I kissed her just behind the ear.



“I .. I don’t know … I don’t know,” she said, pulling away slightly.



“You don’t have to know. What does your body say?” stroking her arm gently.



“I don’t KNOW!”



She leaned away from me, but I took her hair again, lifted it and kissed the back of her neck, sucking lightly.



“If you pay attention you might feel a tingle,” and again I kissed her ear, but this time I bit her lightly and slid my tongue along behind my teeth. I felt her shudder. So I dipped the tip of my tongue into her ear and she shook again. My hand stroked her leg and her hands pushed restlessly against her thighs.



“Goosebumps?” I whispered, then, “It’s just pleasure.” She pulled away slightly, avoiding my gaze. But I took her chin again and turned her face to me.



“I’ll make you a promise,” I said, looking into her eyes. “Nothing bad is gonna happen. Cross my heart,” as I stroked her leg.



“Okaaaay,” she whispered uncertainly, her eyes now locked on mine.



“Have you ever kissed a girl before?”



“A long time ago,” she whispered, looking away.



Then I tilted Amanda’s face to mine with a finger and kissed her lightly on the lips. She stayed motionless, her eyes closed. So I kissed her lips again, lightly. Then I leaned around and kissed her ear again. Then back to her lips, my open hand resting lightly on her warm throat.



Again I kissed her lips and this time felt a slight movement in response. So I kissed her again and again there was the slightest response.



“I … I … I don’t know,” she protested, leaning away, but not very far.



“I think you do know,” I said, stroking her soft shoulder. “Have I ever lied to you before?”



“No,” she whispered, looking up at me shyly.



“Have I ever steered you wrong before?” I asked, caressing her hair.



“No.”



“I know,” I said, gripping a handful of Amanda’s hair and pulling her gently closer to me. “It’s so hard sometimes to admit that someone might have a point.”



I kissed her ear again lightly.



“But you see the secret is, I’ve been your age, and you’ve never been my age.”



She made a small protesting sound, but I leaned in and kissed her ear again, then turned her face to me and kissed her lips. This time I pressed harder and her lips opened slightly. I dipped the tip of my tongue quickly between her lips, then retreated. Again I moved my mouth to her ear and my tongue stroked her there, drawing a gasp. And again I kissed her neck, licking her a little. She gave another tiny gasp. Drawing back slightly I whispered …



“Now … what does your body say?”



“I .. I don’t know,” she said tentatively, leaning away and covering her face with her hands. She pulled her knees up almost to her small chest.



“I think you DO know,” I said firmly. “Look at me.”



I pulled her towards me, took her face between my hands and delivered a forceful kiss, pushing my tongue between her passive lips and tasting her sweet mouth for the first time. I released her and she made a tiny noise, between and grunt and a squeak.



“Sort of scary?” I asked softly. “But not a bad scary?”



“No,” she admitted, “not bad” … then “I’m so confused!”



“You’re confused because this boy just totally fucked you over. And you’re a little horny. Boys SUCK!” she giggled.



I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her back onto the pillows, leaned in and kissed her hard on the lips, darting my tongue briefly into her mouth. I pulled back and smiled at her.



“We’ll make a deal. You don’t have to do anything to me. I’ll do it all to you. Okay? So it’s all about you.”



She gazed at me uncertainly, a small smile coming and going from her face. But she also touched me, briefly and lightly, on the bare skin just below my throat. I smiled, hoping that meant she was willing.



“It’s all about feeling okay, being nice to your body, eh?” I said, caressing her leg from her soft thigh down to her smooth calf.



“Okay?” she said, a question, glancing quickly up into my eyes.



“Okay,” I replied, “It’s just a little pleasure,” and I leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Actually it’s a lot of pleasure, but we won’t tell anybody.”



Then I kissed her and kissed her … on her lips and neck, then back to her lips, kissing deeper and slower while one hand caressed her neck. I leaned back and rose to my knees.



“C’mere,” I commanded, “On your knees,” pulling her up until we were kneeling face to face on the bed.



I took both her arms above the elbow and held them firmly, controlling her. She’s a good six inches shorter than me, but she raised her face so I could kiss her again, deeply, while I held her arms behind her. Her tongue responded, wrestling slowly with mine inside her sweet, wet mouth.



“You don’t have to do anything to me,” I whispered, kissing her again and again, “if you don’t want to.”



My tongue was deep in her mouth … exploring, tasting … and finally she was kissing me back, her tongue cautiously testing my lips, dipping slightly into my mouth. I sucked on her tongue and it retreated, but then it was back and I invited her in, sucking lightly, willing her tongue to wrestle with mine and explore my mouth. She moaned and I moaned with her. My whole body felt hot and there was a definite moistening between my legs. I couldn’t WAIT to make her come!



“Can I get a giggle?” I said, kissing her with one hand behind her neck and the other sliding down to cup her ass. She has the prettiest butt, full and firm. I leaned her slightly backward with the force of my kiss, while stroking her ass. And now she was kissing me back, mouth to mouth and tongue to tongue. And for the first time I felt Amanda’s hands on me, tentatively brushing my breast, then cautiously stroking my side.



“I know … it seems weird the first time,” I whispered



Again I held her with one hand behind her neck and the other on her ass, pulling her hips against mine, kissing and kissing, her soft lips and wet mouth responding to my every move. Her hands slid from my shoulders down my arms. Our kisses alternated between deeply searching and playful pecks and she gave a disappointed moan when I briefly pulled back. I moaned, myself, at times, excited that I would soon taste every part of Amanda.



We were in full make-out mode, now, kissing deeply without hesitation. I was getting seriously hot and she was, too. Pressed tightly together, I could feel her small breasts pressing against my larger ones. My nipples felt tight and sensitive and just thinking about her nipples made me groan with anticipation.



Sliding my hands down, I took hold of the bottom edge of her camisole top and slid it up, baring her waist. Our faces were inches apart, our eyes locked while I pulled her top up, and she raised her arms so I could lift it off her. She was letting me undress her!



I tossed her top away and looked down at the sweet little bra she wore, cupping her small, round breasts. My mouth watered when I thought of how she’d moan when I suckled those beauties. I kissed her deeply again while squeezing her ass with both hands, then firmly pushed her onto her back on the bed.



In one motion I took the waistband of her tiny skirt and pulled it down her legs. Not only did she not object, she lifted her legs and turned them to the side so I could pull off her skirt and throw it aside. Her tiny white panties matched her lacy bra.



“You really dressed up nice for him, didn’t you? That silly boy.”



I laid down on top of Amanda and kissed her deeply, Frenching her hard while my hands held her head. I could feel her legs flanking my waist and her hands tentatively stroking the sides of my breasts while her tongue tangled with mine.



Breaking our kiss, I rose up slightly and pulled one of her bra cups down to expose her breast. A wave of heat rushed through my body as I saw her small, pale breast topped by a small, dark nipple like a Hershey’s kiss. My mouth took possession of that nipple, sucking hard from the first and her gasp was followed by a deep moan of arousal.



I raised up, took off my reading glasses and put them on the nightstand.



“I won’t need those anymore,” I declared and leaned over her again, sucking her stiff little nipple into my mouth and nipping it lightly with my teeth. She gasped and her body jerked and she briefly pulled away before changing her mind and arching her back, offering her breast to me. I sucked her hard, then pulled off her other bra cup and switched my mouth to that nipple, sucking hard from the start.



“OH!” she gasped, and her hands lightly caressed my head. I kept suckling and she whimpered. Impatiently I forced my hands behind her back, unhooked her bra and threw it aside.



I pushed her legs wide and laid on top of her, barely in control by now, hungry for every inch of her, eager for her moans and sighs. I kissed her hard and unrelenting, letting her know she was mine, driving my tongue deep into her mouth. Her mouth opened eagerly, her tongue meeting mine.



“Mmph! Umph!” she grunted, welcoming my oral assault. My hand reached back to stroke her leg, enjoying the firm smoothness and eager to have it wrapped around me.



Rising up I pressed her thighs apart and scooted down until my face was over her V. I could feel the heat rising from her pussy and smell her arousal. Her panties were so sheer I could easily see her plump, bare pussy lips and the neatly trimmed patch of pubes covering her mound.



I opened my mouth and pressed it down over her pussy, blowing my warm breath against her and breathing in her musk of wetness and arousal. She sighed briefly, then I lifted my face away from her crotch and replaced my mouth with my hand, pressing against her damp mound.



“I know, I’m a terrible tease,” I smiled up at her, and she stared back and thrust her hips up slightly.



I was thrilled by Amanda’s responses. Whether inhibited or insensitive … some girls barely react when caressed. But Amanda had a whole symphony of responses to my touch, ranging from tiny, surprised squeaks to loud gasps to full-throated moans. And it wasn’t just the sounds she made. Her hips rose when she expected me to touch her pussy and her legs gripped and squeezed. She arched her back to present her breasts and her hungry mouth pursued mine whenever they were near each other.



And she watched! I looked up to see her wide-eyed, watching me suck her nipples, watching me kiss the inside of her thigh, watching me mouth her crotch. Seeing me do things to her seemed to arouse her as much as my touch on her sensitive skin. Sometimes she started to moan before I even touched her, anticipating the feel of my fingers and mouth!

I rubbed my open hand over her panty-covered crotch, pressing against her plump outer lips until they spread open and I could feel the heat and moisture from her open pussy.



Again I mouthed her pussy through the sheer fabric of her panties, licking and nibbling as her juices soaked through.



I looked up from between her thighs and met her eyes.



“You have a VERY pretty pussy!” I said, and she gasped, staring, then I pulled her panties down and off. Now she was completely nude though I was still fully dressed.



Wanting more of her kisses I slid up beside her and kissed her deeply while my hand covered her bare pussy and slowly rubbed up and down. She groaned and whimpered into my mouth as our tongues tangled. My fingertips slid gently up and down her wet slit and her legs fell wide open, giving me complete access.



“Certain things boys don’t know very much about,” I said, rubbing her clit lightly as her hips rocked upward.



We kissed long and kissed deeply as my left hand held her head and my right teased her pussy. I knew I could do anything to her and she would only get more aroused. Again I felt her hand on my breast, cupping and lifting the heavy orb, feeling what another woman’s breast was like.



“That’s fun, yeah?” I whispered, and she answered with a little gasp.



I placed my second and third fingers on either side of her pussy, gently pinching her thick outer lips together. Sliding my fingers up and down, I knew, would slide her wet inner lips up and down over her clit. Up and down, slowly, my fingers went and she groaned deeply into my mouth.



Changing pace, I rose up again until I was kneeling in the middle of the bed and pulled Amanda up with me.



I positioned her on her knees with her back to me and her hard little butt resting in my lap. Now my hands could reach every part of her while my mouth had full access to her neck and ears, and we could kiss if she turned her face to me.



My right hand went back to her pussy, fingers spreading then squeezing her outer lips. My left hand stroked her small breast and I lightly pinched her nipple. She never stopped her little gasps and tiny grunts and I drove my tongue into her ear, probing until she gave a long groan.



“That feels good!” she whispered.



“Good, I’m glad. It’s supposed to feel good!” I said softly.



I pinched the outer lips of her pussy together and slid them up and down in short jerks while she let out her loudest “Ahhh!” so far.



“Sqeeze your muscles hard, like you’re trying to close your pussy,” I whispered into her ear. “You’ll like that feeling,” and I could feel the mouth of her pussy clamping shut and hear her groan while I kissed her neck again and again.



“AH! Ohhhh” she cried. “My God!” and her hips thrust again and again.



My two middle fingers were between her outer lips now, frigging her quickly, as her pussy juices poured out. Her hips were giving tiny thrusts and her mouth was uttering increasingly higher little yelps. My other hand sank into her long hair and turned her face towards me so I could kiss and kiss … her cheek, her forehead.



“Oh-oh-OH!” she whimpered.



I stopped fingering her and raised my wet fingers to my mouth. I eagerly enjoyed her intimate juices, while she watched, then took her hand and put it on her pussy.



“Here, you do this,” and she took over immediately, rubbing eagerly between her legs while my hands wandered over her neck, her smooth shoulders, and her hard little nipples. I took a firm grip on a nipple, pulled it straight out from her chest and gave it a hard pinch!



“YIPE!” she exclaimed, first jerking away from my touch, then a moment later arching her back and pushing her breast against my hand. I rolled her nipple back and forth in my fingers, carefully adjusting the pressure so as not to cross the line between pleasure and pain. Or at least not for long. Then I gave her other nipple the same treatment, lightly pinching and tugging.



Now I was kissing and kissing her neck and ear while my open hand pressed her breast against her chest in a slow, circular motion. Her breasts were small, but I marveled at how firm they were, almost hard. Her nipples WERE hard, stiff and erect and sensitive to every touch.



“Now you can lie down,” I said softly, guiding her again onto her back. Her pussy looked so inviting, the outer lips swollen thick and dark, while the delicate pink inner lips glistened with her flowing juices. I couldn’t wait to taste her again as I lay down between her legs. And I couldn’t contain my own deep moan of desire.



“Now that’s just the prettiest!” I exclaimed, glancing from her the perfection between her legs up to her wide open eyes. Her engorged clit was nearly the size of a pea, partially covered with a delicate hood of glistening pink flesh. Her V was carefully shaved except for a small, dense triangle just above her mound. She said nothing but stared down at me, wide-eyed and breathing hard.



My face inches from her pussy, I slowly entered her with two fingers, driving deep inside a few times then tugging on the tight ring of flesh around the mouth of her sex. I lowered my face until my mouth covered the top of her slit, my tongue slowly lapping up her cleft from her opening to her clit. Her head fell back and she cried out when my tongue slowly slid over her hard little bump.



“Oh … OH! … Ohmygod!” she cried in a quavering voice.



I continued to lick her, dipping my tongue inside to collect fresh juices then slowly sliding up her slit to brush her little bump. Then I would suck her delicate inner lips into my mouth and slowly pull back until they fell out with a faint slurp. The fingers of my left hand, meanwhile, continued to pinch and tug at her nipple.



“Oh … oh … ohmygod that feels fucking AMAZING!” she groaned.



I couldn’t speak with my mouth and tongue devoted to her pussy, but I hummed my satisfaction as she responded to each caress. The fingers of her right hand were interlaced with the fingers of my left and she gripped me hard when I hit a sensitive spot.



“Oh-gaawwd-oh-oh-oh!” said moaned.



I raised my face from her widespread crotch and placed her hand on the top of her pussy. She rubbed three fingers quickly back and forth over her clit, gasping, incredibly aroused, but somehow unable to peak though I was fucking her hard now with two fingers, curving them up in search of her G-spot.



“That’s it,” I cried, watching her frig herself at light speed, “work it, WORK IT!” but still she didn’t come.



I leaned in and kissed her clit, then crawled up until we were face to face.



“I know what you need. Stay here and amuse yourself. I’m coming right back!”



I leaned over and kissed her deeply before crawling off the bed, and was pleased when her tongue met mine though my lips and tongue were thickly coated with her juices. Some girls don’t like the taste of pussy … even their own. She lay there, gasping, her eyes closed, one hand slowly massaging her pussy, while I went to my closet.



Rummaging on the shelf I took down a box that had lain unopened for years. I don’t know why I moved it from storage to my bedroom when I moved to Miramar Lakes, but now I was glad.



I quickly shed my clothes, keeping my bra though I pulled the cups down so my big breasts spilled out, pale, full and slightly pendulous, with their long, dark nipples.



I took out my old strap-on … really mine and Cheryl’s. I had worn it the most, but we enjoyed it equally. I hadn’t used it since Cheryl moved to California. Stepping into the harness, I pulled it up and fastened the waist strap just above my hips. The jutting dildo brought back so many erotic memories I had to stop for a moment and hold it, pressing the base against my warm, wet pussy.



Also in the box was a bottle of lube, which I was glad to find was full. I squeezed some out and used one hand to give the dildo a coating of “sex grease,” as Cheryl called it. Amanda was watching me wide-eyed from the bed.



She was waiting when I crawled onto the bed, pushed her knees wide and leaned over her pussy.



“I’m so glad to see you’ve been thinking dirty thoughts. Now I have to have some more of that,” I said, leaning down and feasting some more on her young pussy while looking up into her eyes.



I lowered my wide open mouth onto her pussy, slowly pushing my tongue inside as far as I could, collecting a mouthful of her warm juices to taste and swallow, then sucking slightly for more. There’s nothing I love more than the indescribable smell and taste of a woman’s pussy, so much like the other pussies I’d licked yet somehow unique.



Amanda whimpered then gasped as my tongue entered her, plunged deep, then withdrew to slide around the ring of firm muscle that guarded her pussy mouth. Someday soon, I knew, I would devote a whole hour to drinking her juices from the source, but this first lovemaking was about her, and I wanted her to feel maximum pleasure.



I pushed two fingers inside, fingering her deeply, and slowly slid my tongue up her channel until I felt her clit and gave it two long, deliberate licks.



“Oh God … oh fuck … oh … oh,” she cried and gasped, but then I leaned back.



“I know,” I said. “So close! I am such a TEASE!” and I got up on my knees, the dildo bobbing in front of me.



“Are you gonna fuck me?” Amanda asked apprehensively, staring at the strap-on.



“Of course I’m gonna fuck you darling!” I replied. “Like I said, we don’t need boys for everything. They’re good for carrying heavy things and fixing the car. But sometimes they can be so clueless.”



I squeezed lube onto my hands and gave the dildo a generous coating. My rubber penis is larger than all but the biggest real dicks and I suspected Amanda would find it uncomfortable at first.



Grabbing a pillow I commanded, “Bottoms up!” and she raised her hips so I could shove a pillow under them. Now her pussy was in the perfect position. I scooted close between her widespread thighs and with both hands rubbed the head of my dildo up and down her cleft. It dipped into the mouth of her pussy and I leaned forward slightly, seating it in place. I envied her the next few seconds … the glorious feeling of being opened, stretched and slowly filled, when it seems impossible for something that big to go inside you. Then I simply leaned my whole upper body forward, pushing the dildo inch by inch inside Amanda as she gave a long, low moan.



“Uh! Uh! Uuummmmmm!”



I watched her face closely as the dildo entered her, alert for signs of pain or discomfort. But her body only quivered as I slid inside her and her eyes were screwed shut with pleasure. The only sounds were her quick gasps and whimpers. For a second I wished I was a man so I could feel the walls of Amanda’s pussy squeezing tight around my dick. But I didn’t really want to be a man. I wanted to be a woman making love to a woman.



My artificial dick was buried inside her now and I was lying full length on top, my big breasts pressed against her small ones and my mouth hungrily attacking hers in a deep, soulful kiss. She uttered a chorus of small grunts and moans and I envied her the exquisite sensation of being opened, stretched and filled.



I had intended to hold still and let her pussy adjust to the dildo, but found myself impatiently withdrawing and slowly entering her again. Soon I was fucking her steadily with short strokes while our mouths were locked together in a long kiss and our breath hissed through our noses. Her chorus of squeaks, moans and grunts continued, though muffled by my tongue in her mouth.



I broke the kiss and drew back slightly so I could watch her face as I fucked her, still with short, slow strokes. It was enchanting and arousing to watch her expressions change as I filled her, then pulled out, then filled her again. No doubt about it, she loved being fucked and her pussy handled the long, thick dildo with ease.



Now her eyes were open and looking up into mine as I fucked her. Expressions of lust, joy and amazement played in turn over her pretty face. I gave a harder thrust than before, driving deep, and her response was a pleased grunt and widening of her eyes. My God this girl loved to fuck! If I read the signals right, she was ready for anything. I locked my mouth on hers again and began to fuck her faster.



“Mmmph! Ungh! GaaHH!” her cries were muffled by my tongue but the message was clear … far from hesitating, she was eager for more. My big, hard nipples brushed back and forth against her little tits.



I broke our kiss again and her cries became louder!



“Oh god! OHGOD! OHGOD!”



I speeded up, fucking her faster now, and she was louder than ever, each thrust greeted by a short, high sound that was almost a scream.



“AWWWPH! AWWGRH!”



Suddenly I changed positions, leaning back until I was upright then holding her legs with my arms. Now I could see all of her from her tousled auburn mane to her flushed, lustful face and her small, round breasts. I could also look down past my swaying breasts and see my glistening dildo sliding in and out of her beautiful pussy. Once in position I speeded up again and soon the front of my hips was slapping hard against her butt and the backs of her thighs.



“Go ahead and touch yourself sweetie!” I ordered and she immediately started rubbing three fingers over the top of her pussy. I stopped briefly with only the tip of the strapon inside her, grabbed the bottle of lube and drizzled some on the thick shaft. I spread the lube around the shaft, then resumed fucking. She gave a sharp cry of pleasure as I slid the long shaft inside her.



Now I pulled her legs together, knowing that would cause more friction as the strapon slipped in and out. And again she gave a long, low groan of pleasure. In and out, in and out, I held her legs against me, both calves against my right shoulder and watched the fascinating play of expressions on her face.



Slower now, I slid the dildo in and out of her, letting her enjoy every second of prolonged sensation, but then I changed again and started fucking her faster with short, shallow strokes.



“Aaaaa…AAAAAHH,” she cried, her hips thrusting slightly to meet mine. She raised her head and strained to see the glistening strapon where it plunged into her, then slid out wet with her juices.



“Beautiful, beautiful pussy,” I said softly when her wide brown eyes looked up to meet mine. She groaned and closed her eyes and her head fell back on the pillow.



I pulled her legs apart then and leaned forward a bit, changing the angle of penetration and speeding up again. Her reaction was immediate.



“AH! … AH! … AH!” she cried, each cry coming as my rubber dick plunged deep inside her. “OHMYGOD!!!” and her hands clawed desperately at the sheets as waves of sensation washed through her straining body.



Now I leaned fully forward again, my big breasts flattened on her small ones, my lips covering her face with quick kisses. I plunged my tongue into her mouth and fucked her faster, each penetration of my tongue matching a penetration of her pussy by the big dildo. She screamed into my mouth as her strong little body convulsed under me.



I needed breath to keep up the pace so I broke the kiss and just held her with my hands on her shoulders and my hips driving between her widespread thighs. My mouth was by her ear so I whispered encouragement.



“I’m fucking you darling … fucking you SOOO HARD! Can you feel my dick fucking you, pounding deep in that sweet, beautiful pussy? I’m gonna make you come, baby, and soak this bed with your cunt water! I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll be sore for a week!”



Then, stopping with the dildo buried to the hilt … “Do you want it baby? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want my big cock deep inside you? Streeetching you? Filling you?”



She gasped for air and I could feel her nodding yes, but I wanted more.



“SAY IT!!” I commanded, “tell me what you want.”



“I want it,” Amanda whispered, “I have to have it! PLEASE don’t stop!”



“NO!” I ordered, “Tell me exactly what you want and how you want it, or I’ll stop.”



“Don’t STOP!” she cried, “you know what I want. YOU KNOW IT!”



“SAY IT!” I demanded.



“Oh GOD, don’t stop! I want your fingers in me and your tongue in me and your DICK IN ME!!! PLEASE don’t stop!! Please fuck me Trudy! I need you to fill me up and fuck me hard and never stop!!!”



At that I held her harder in my arms and started thrusting fast and deep, hearing wet squelching noises as her juices flowed out of her in a steady stream. My own juices were flowing freely, making the base of the dildo slide a bit over my hairy mound. I knew I should stop and tighten the straps, but I couldn’t stop. I needed to fuck Amanda and keep fucking her.



“I’m FUCKING you sweetheart, fucking that hot, sweet-tasting, beautiful pussy! Now you’re gonna come for me, and you’re gonna come hard!! You’re gonna come with my big dick inside you!”



She must have been ready because those words sent her over the falls into the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever witnessed. Amanda’s legs wrapped around me hard, her hips thrusting uncontrollably, her pussy hungrily swallowing my rubber dick.



“AAAAAAARGGGGHH!!!” she wailed. “FUCK ME TRUDY, FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCKMEeeeeeee!!!”



Both of us were thrusting uncontrollably at that point, convulsing and bouncing almost off the bed as Amanda’s body thrashed in response to the waves of pleasure washing through her compact frame. I’m amazed the dildo didn’t pop out because neither of us had any real control. But I guess pussies are designed to hold dicks, and I definitely wanted my artificial penis to be inside the girl making her come.



Eventually the two of us stopped convulsing and I laid with my full weight on top of Amanda, our arms and legs around each other and our breath roaring in each other’s ears. She whispered continuously, “ohmygodohmygodohmygod” and I just tried to get enough air into my lungs.



Thinking she might be uncomfortable, I made a small move to pull out, but she kept me on top of her with her arms and legs.



“Don’t,” she whispered. “Don’t pull out yet. I’m still coming a little and need your dick in me.”



So I laid on top of her as our breathing slowly returned to normal, smelling her clean sweat, clean hair and the rich aroma of two dripping pussies.



A long time later I lifted up and we both watched my dildo slid slowly out of Amanda’s pussy. Then we laid there holding each other, enjoying the afterglow. Our faces inches apart, I caressed her face and stroked her arms and back. Occasionally we looked in each other’s eyes and smiled at the secret we had just shared.



“I love kissing you while we’re fucking,” I whispered, finally.



“I love that, too,” she whispered back. “It’s so intense having your tongue fucking my mouth while your dick is fucking my pussy!”



Then after a long silence she whispered, “I’m going to need more of this Trudy. Maybe there’s something wrong with me, but I think I’m gonna need this a lot. Every day. Maybe more than every day.”



“That’s okay, darling,” I’ll be happy to make love to you any time. And we’re just starting. There are so many wonderful things to learn.”



“Am I gay?” she asked quietly after a few moments. “Is that why we … I … just had the greatest sex of my life with another girl?”



“I doubt it, sweetheart,” I said. “If you were gay you’d have known it a long time ago. I don’t like to brag, but we had great sex because I know what I’m doing. Sex is mainly emotion … feeling an intimate connection. But it’s also about knowing how. Now I AM bragging because I believe I’m good in bed.”



“I know I haven’t had much experience, but I think you’re a hundred times better than good!” she responded, smiling.



“Thank you, sweetheart,” I said, kissing her lightly and we stayed like that for a long time, whispering, caressing and smiling.

My wife was never real excited about me wearing panties. Then about three months ago while we were out to dinner, she actually suggested I wear her panties if I really wanted to wear panties. I was so excited to have one of my fantasy come true. We went home after dinner and I got out her “”fuck me” panty box.



A few older pairs were less skimpy than the newer Victoria Secret panties. She suggested a peach pair, a black pair with flowers and a white pair for me. All were very silky. She suggested I try a pair on and when I did her eyes lit up when she saw I was hard and the silk stretched across my cock to show every inch, especially the head.



She said, “You really look good in those.” Then she walked over and started playing with me in her panties. The sex that night was wild and crazy. We had sex for nine of the next ten days. Life was very, very good.



My wife is not the kind to take charge during sex. She likes to have me in charge and enjoys anything and everything we try that is new. We both read a lot about couple sex and experimentation is the rule.



We has used a butt plug on me since a very enjoyable trip to Key West where the sex was very long and high energy. We don’t use it infrequently because my wife really doesn’t like much anal activity. She uses the butt plug on me because she knows I like it, but it is seldom more than once every couple months.



One day I was on the Internet in my home office. I Google search “husband and wife strapon”. My wife heard a man moaning and walked into my office.



I quickly got off the site and my wife said, “What was that? Are you watching porn?”



I didn’t say anything and she said, “Bring that site back up.”



I brought the site back up and the wife was using a strapon on her husband. She had on a corset, panties and a strapon with a black cock. He was on his back with his legs up. She had lube all over his cock and you could even hear her stroking his cock as she drove the dildo into him.



My wife said, “You want me to do that to you, don’t you?”



I said, “I’m intrigued by it because I love the butt plug. What do you think?”



She said, “I don’t think the wife looks real sexy. Her corset is not the best.”



Then she said, “Maybe we can try that when we go to Key West again. That’s a good reason for you to take me there again soon.”



My head was spinning. My wife actually just said she was willing to fuck my ass with a strapon. I love my wife and her eagerness to experiment, but this was a surprise to me.



The next time we had sex I got the butt plug out, the lube and some lotion we both like and put it on the bedside table early in the day. I also put out a pair of matching pink panties with white lace for my wife and me. That day our daughter was coming over so my wife put everything away so we had no risk of her seeing any sexual things. After she left, my wife put everything back, including both panties and the butt plug. I said, “I see you put the butt plug back out, Thank You.”



She said, “I am happy to use it on you. I just didn’t want our daughter to see how kinky we have gotten.”



That night we fucked for over an hour. I got on my hands and knees twice and my wife worked me good with the butt plug. For the first time it actually didn’t feel big. To the contrary I actually wanted more for the first time I can remember.



Several weeks later my wife and I had another romantic night planned. She wanted to go to our favorite beach restaurant where we can watch the sunset. We always talk about sex at dinner at least a little. I ask her if she has any special requests and we talk about what we enjoy doing to each other. She said she wanted to ride me as our first position so she had control, but other than that she wanted anything I wanted to give her.



We returned home and I immediately lit our bedroom candles and put on some soft music. I was walking around in just the panties my wife had chosen for that night. She had not undressed yet. She enjoys me undressing her as part of our routine. I asked if I could please have some of her tight, wet pussy.



She said, “Just go in the bedroom and lay down. I want to take my makeup and jewelry off before you undress me.”



I went into the bedroom and waited patiently. My wife walked in and went straight to the Master Bathroom. I love the anticipation of fucking my wife, even after 30 years of marriage. She is so good each and every time.



My wife walked out of the Master Bathroom still wearing her cowgirl boots, thigh high stockings and short mini skirt. We kissed and she was very passionate, more than usual. I had my hands on her ass, but something seemed weird. I unzipped her skirt and dropped it to her ankles only to see she was wearing a black strapon over her beautiful pink panties.



My wife is very sexy, but this night was special. She was wearing a pink bra, pink panties, lace top stockings and cowgirl boots with a big black cock hanging in front of her.



She said, “Is this what you want from watching those porn videos?”



I said, “Yes, but please be gentle on me to start.”



She said, “This is for you. You tell me what you want. I’ll give it to you, hard and fast or real slow. I’ve been practicing thrusting this cock and you are going to love this.”



I couldn’t believe it. My wife was doing this for me and she was enjoying it as much as me.



She said, “How do you want it to start; doggie style on your hands and knees, missionary style on your back as I stroke your cock or stand up from behind?”



I said, “I want all three, but please start out with me standing.”



She took off my panties and then bent down and sucked my cock. As she did this she told me to lie down on the bed. I did and she sucked my cock while she lubed my ass. I was in heaven and wondered if I could keep from coming until my wife was done with my ass.



At first she had one finger in me, then two and then three. Then she said, “Stand up. I can feel your ass is ready for my black cock.”



I stood up and bent over the bed. My wife placed the head of her black cock on my asshole and push ever so slowly. Her cock slipped in easily and felt so good. She put both hands on my hips and very slowly stroked my ass. I was moaning in seconds. It felt sooooo good.



After what seem like forever she said get on the floor on your hands and knees. I did and she mounted me kneeling behind me. Then after maybe ten slow strokes she got up on her feet with her hands on my hips and squatted on me and started pounding my ass real hard and fast. I was screaming, “Do me baby. Do that ass so good. Pound me hard.”



She said, “This is what you wanted. Take all of this big black cock.”



Eventually, she said, “Get up and get on your back at the side of the bed. Do you want to cum?”



I got on my back and put my legs over her shoulders. She lubed my cock and started stroking it. She said, “I want your cum all over your chest.”



I said, “Thank you baby, but I want you to enjoy this too. Let me eat you and fuck you before I cum. Let that cock exploded cum for me”



She was more than happy to be rewarded. She gave me a couple more real hard strokes and then she took off her strapon. I ate her like it might be my last time getting to lick her nectar. She had orgasm after orgasm. I then got my cock in her and slowly stroked her. I used a lot of slow strokes followed by two or three hard strokes and then more slow strokes. She was going crazy with enjoyment.



Eventually, she said, “I thought this night was about you, but you have made this a great night for me. Please give me a big load of cum right now.”



I was happy to oblige my wife. Her big black cock had massaged my prostate to the max. My load was one of the biggest of my life. I had a massive load as I screamed my wife’s name. Then we both lay exhausted and satisfied cuddling each other. I said, “I love you so much. Thank you.”



She said, “You never have to thank me. I’ll do anything to make you happy. Just ask me.”

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