Posts Tagged ‘athletic’

She hit the red button on her stopwatch and slowed to a trot, noting with pride that she had cut her time down by a good ten seconds this morning. Approaching the front door, she wiped sweat from her face and keyed in the security code. Once inside, she flicked on the main lights on the way into the kitchen, where she turned on the oven and hot water before going into the stockroom. Overheating now that she was out of the wind, she rushed to change into her work clothes. She impatiently kicked off her trainers and pulled her jeans and work shirt down off a shelf. As she was peeling her spandex running shorts away from her sweaty thighs, she thought she heard a noise from the main room. Pausing to listen for moment, she heard nothing further and continued undressing, yanking her sports bra over her head when she heard the unmistakable sound of the kitchen door opening. She froze, puzzled, in her underwear, with her arms over her head, still wrapped in the bra.



“Hello?” she called out, unsure who else could be here so early.



“G’morning” a male voice replied cheerfully, and startlingly close at hand. “Who’s that?”



Feeling panicky, she stuttered, “Um, its just me, but um…” To her horror, the stock room door swung inwards, to frame a familiar tall and slender figure.



“Ken. Erm. You’re kind of, uh, early.” She tried to lower her arms to cover herself, but only became tangled in her own bra as it caught around her forearms.



He gawped at her for a moment, clearly shocked to see her standing there sweaty and semi-nude. His eyes slithered from her reddening face to her bare breasts and toned stomach, down to her boy-short style underwear, and the spandex running shorts still crumpled at her feet. A smile quirked the corners of his mouth and she suddenly found herself wishing she had not been quite so flirtatious with him on previous occasions.



“Did you run to work?” he asked nonchalantly, as his gaze came back up to rest on her tits, still slick and glistening. She became painfully aware of the fact that her nipples were rock-hard.



“Um. Do you mind?”.



“No, I don’t, in fact…” He laughed and took a step into the small stockroom, towards her. She began frantically trying to disentangle herself from the sports bra.



“Let me help you with that.” he said softly, as he took another step forward and grabbed the bra in his right hand, twisting it quickly so that it wrapped around her wrists, drawing them together. One final step closer and he was standing directly in front of her, holding her arms above her head. Rage erupted in her.



“What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?” Bringing her leg up quickly, she kicked at the side of his knee. He sidestepped smartly, and shoved her backwards into the wall. Keeping her arms pinned up with the one hand, he brought his left hand to her face, taking her jaw in his hand. He leaned down to bring his face close to hers.



“Relax. This is going to be fun.” He leered at her, giving her another look up and down. She’d never seen the way he had watched her at work, especially when she bent over, her pert ass held high and straining against the seat of her jeans. They had flirted occasionally during shifts, but he never imagined he would get a chance at her.



“Fuck you.” she snarled, realizing what he had in mind. He laughed again, tightening his grip on her jaw.



“There’s no one about to hear you, so scream all you want.”



He reached down to pick her running shorts up off the floor while maintaining a firm grip on her wrists. Working quickly, he spun her around and used the shorts to tie her arms securely together behind her back. She struggled, but despite his slender build, he was at least a head taller than her and considerably strong. After a few playful slaps on her ass, he yanked her underwear down around her ankles. He made a small grunt of appreciation at the sight of her bare ass before turning her back around so that she was facing him. His eyes flicked down to her crotch.



“Very nice, I see you’ve shaved for me.”



She glared at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a response. With her arms immobilized behind her, she was forced to arch her back in order to maintain her balance. He began running his hands over her torso, groping her small, high breasts, squeezing her nipples, stroking her waist and outer thighs.



“Hmmmmmm. I didn’t realize you had such a tight body. I would have tried harder to get into your pants before.”



She continued to glare at him, even as he moved in closer to her, pressing his body against her. She could feel his erection pressing into her belly through his clothing. He ran his hands through her short hair, letting his long fingers trail over her throat before wrapping his them around her neck in a strong grip. Leaning down, he murmured into her ear, “That little pussy is mine now and I’m gonna fuck you ’till you cry.” Despite herself, she shivered.



His grip tightened on her throat as his other hand slid down her waist, grazing her hip as it sought the warm space between her thighs. Rubbing his fingers on her outer lips, he began biting at her earlobe. She was already starting to feel light headed from the restricted blood supply to her brain. Pinching at her swelling labia, he released her throat only to grab at her hair, yanking her head back and pushed her downwards, causing her to fall onto her knees. With her wrists bound behind her, she would have fallen forward but for his body in front of her.



He unzipped his trousers and pushed them down to fall around his ankles. His cock was already pressing against the front of his boxers, making a small wet spot of precum. She looked up just as he took it out, her horror stricken face exciting him further. He saw her try to suppress her reaction as she looked along the impressive length and width of his cock.



“Yeah, that’s all gonna go in you.” She turned away, not wanting him to see her shame or fear.



“Look at me.”



She continued to look down, so he reached for her, turning her face towards him against her will. Still, she kept her eyes down, not meeting his gaze.



“I said fucking look at me!”



He struck her, open-handed across the jaw, in one quick, sudden motion. She could taste blood but defiantly continued to avoid his stare. Grabbing her face harshly, he let his fingers dig into the soft flesh of her cheek as he bent over her so that when he spoke she felt his breath hot on her face.



“Don’t make me tell you again. Look at me.”



She looked up into his dark blue-grey eyes and he smiled wickedly. “Good girl. Now why don’t you open your mouth and suck on my cock?” Knowing it was pointless to refuse at this point, she reluctantly parted her lips as he stood back up and pushed his huge member past her lips, into her mouth. Holding the back of her head in place, he started thrusting against her throat making her gag almost immediately. He chuckled to himself as he gave her a moment to recover before resuming roughly fucking her face. Most women had a difficult time deep-throating his uncommonly large shaft, even in voluntary circumstances. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as he forced himself deeper, and saliva ran down her chin. Finally, he withdrew, leaving a long string of thick spit between her mouth and the head. He used his fingers to break the string and wipe the spit off her face, then grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her upright, using the hand on her face to press her back against the wall. Her legs shook as he let go of her hair and licked his index and middle finger lasciviously. Stroking the inside of her thigh with incongruent delicacy, he brought his face level with hers, clutching her face even tighter.



“Let me see your beautiful brown eyes.” As he whispered the words, he forced two fingers up into her pussy without warning. Unprepared for the violation, she shuddered and flinched away from him involuntarily. Using the two fingers inside of her, he pulled her back towards him with a sudden jerk. She felt an unpleasant tearing sensation at the opening of her vagina, and whimpered quietly. Slowly, she dragged her gaze up to meet his, her eyes sharp with anger and pain.



“Mmmmm, that’s nice and tight,” he purred, looking into her eyes. Pink splotches had blossomed where his fingertips had dug into her jaw.



“Keep looking at me.” He stared at her intently as he worked his fingers even deeper into her cunt, until his knuckles were pressed against the entrance. His free hand traced the curve of her neck, the hollow of her throat, and trailed down to her breasts. He pulled each nipple harshly between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the flesh until it hardened under his touch. His hand continued down to her belly, nails caressing the line of hard muscles there, before moving towards her hips. While his left hand worked at her pussy, his right groped at her thighs, feeling the soft flesh overlying muscle, then reaching around to squeeze her sizeable bottom.



He was crouched down now in front of her, focused on the sensation of her ass cheeks under his hand, and pushing in and out of her tight hole with his fingers. He noticed she was becoming wet now, and wondered if she was starting to enjoy his attentions after all. Standing up again, he withdrew his fingers from her with an audible squelch, and brought his hand up in front of her face.



“Look what a little slut you are.” He moved his fingers apart to demonstrate the glistening strings of moisture that drew out between them.



“I think you liked it.” he declared, grinning wickedly, while bringing his fingers up to her mouth.



“Clean me off.” She turned her head away from him. His smile faded as he grabbed her hair with the other hand and delivered a sharp smack to the side of her face with his still-wet hand. A smudge of pussy juice smeared on her face where he had hit her.



This time, when he put his fingers to her mouth, she complied, opening her mouth and sucking on his fingers even as he pushed them down towards her throat, making her gag again. He began feeding her more fingers, until she was sucking on all four fingers, her mouth stretched wide to accommodate his large hand. He stroked the side of her face with his thumb as she sucked at his fingers. His cock was getting even harder, feeling the wet suction of her tongue against his flesh. Withdrawing his saliva soaked hand from her mouth, he patted her on the face, smearing her with her own spit. She gave him a look of disgust, and his cock twitched eagerly in response.



Crouching down again, he began to push the sloppy quartet of fingers into her. Despite her small frame, she was able to resist him somewhat, the strong inner muscles pressing together to exclude his hand. He had to start back with the first two fingers to get her tiny pussy opened up again before cramming the third finger in. Once he was sliding those three in and out of her relative ease, he began working his pinky in. Judging by her restrained grunts, she was not having an easy time taking all four fingers.



Looking up at her pain stricken face, he smiled and said “Don’t cry baby, you haven’t even gotten my dick yet.”



He alternated between watching her face contort in agony and looking at the way her pussy pulled back taut across his fingers each time he slowly withdrew them from her snatch. When his four fingers were all the way inside of her, he would pause to rub circles on her clit with his thumb, enjoying her futile attempts to move away from his touch. Despite her obvious pain, she was soaking his hand with her fluids. Meanwhile, his cock was aching, needing to be inside her tight hole. Watching her lithe, lean body writhing on his hand, he knew he was going to have to take it easy or he would come all too quickly once he had her around his shaft. He began to stroke himself in anticipation, and therefore was caught completely unaware when she kneed him in the face.



His hands flew up to his nose automatically, and he felt his own hot blood spurt across his palms. Pain and anger erupted in a starry flash behind his eyes. In that brief moment she bolted for the door. Running was awkward with her hands tied behind her back, but she knew she would have only one chance to make a break for it. She didn’t look back but heard him swear in agony and rage somewhere behind her. It was only when she reached the front door that she realized she would have to turn around in an awkward manoeuvre in order to open the inwardly opening door.



Just as this was dawning on her, she felt his weight crash into her from behind. Without her hands to steady herself, she lost her balance, and collapsed face down onto the floor with him on top of her. He grabbed her hair and pulled back hard, forcing her back into a painful arch. Bringing his arm around her throat so that the inside of his elbow held her neck, he began to squeeze, and she felt both her blood and air supply diminish.



“Your cunt is mine now, I’m going to ruin you, going to leave you a tattered, shredded piece of meat that even dogs wouldn’t touch. And after I destroy your little pussy, I’m gonna fuck your asshole inside out.” he growled into her ear.



Her consciousness began to ebb. Suddenly, he released his hold on her and she gasped for breath, nearly choking in her attempt to breathe. Still on top of her, he yanked his boxers down and she felt his cock probing for an opening between her legs. Her still-wet snatch deflected his first few thrusts until he became frustrated. Letting go of her hair, he spread the soft flesh of her inner thighs. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but despite her strength, he pulled her hips upward until her pussy was exposed. With no preamble, he rammed his cock into her. She was even tighter than he had expected, especially considering all the fingering he had done. He had to rock back and forth to squeeze the very last inch or so of his cock into her hot, slick hole.



Her suppressed whimpers of agony pleased him, but he wanted to hear her cry out in earnest.



“Is that big enough for you darling?”



She went even quieter, not a single sniffle or whimper escaping.



“I’ll take that as a yes.”



He grabbed her by the hips and dragged her up onto her knees, then pulled on her wrists where they where tied together. Yanking back her arms, he positioned her on his dick so that she was pressed all the way down onto it by her own weight. As he began plowing roughly into her, he jerked her arms towards him with each upward thrust of his hips, so that she was forced onto his shaft even as he drove up into her.



She immediately began to cry out, short, sharp, wordless barks of pain. He pulled at her ass cheeks with his spare hand, to watch his cock spearing her viciously, and was pleased to see a faint smear of red along the broad shaft. He pushed her body forward, releasing her arms and pressing her face down into the floor. Holding her ass apart to better look, he slowly withdrew his cock, watching the way her flesh clung tightly to it. Her pussy was stretched to capacity, taut skin dragging back with each outward stroke, and caving in as he thrust back in. When only the head of his penis was still inside her, he probed at the opening with his fingers until he found a small tear. Slipping his first finger in her against the tear, he pulled at the fragile skin until she whimpered against the tiles.



“I told you I was going to ruin you.” he said with a tone of satisfaction. He began rubbing the broken skin with the head of his cock, pressing roughly against it.



“Does that hurt?” Not waiting for a response, he continued, “’cause that’s where I ripped you apart.”



She tried to scoot away from him, but he grabbed her hips and plunged all the way back into her swollen hole. He used one hand to press down on her back, and the other to pull her hips up at a stimulating angle as he tore into her over and over.



Watching her plump, round ass bouncing against his hips gave him an idea. Her pink little asshole was already exposed to him, seeming to beg for his attention between those sweetly rippling mounds of flesh. Pausing to spit into her crack, he resumed abusing her pussy as he began to rub the saliva into her asshole with his broad thumb. Circling her puckered asshole, he started to apply slight pressure.



“No, no, no… please…” Her voice wavered as she cried out.



He stopped with his cock pressed against her cervix and leaned across her back to whisper into her ear.



“I told you I was going to ruin every hole and I meant it.”



Still leaning over her, he began to grind his hips in a circular motion, churning his cock inside her in a new way. So close to her, he could hear the small noises she made in her throat, a raw whining of agony.



“That’s my fuck hole now, my tight little pussy. Well, not so tight anymore.” He laughed softly in her ear, sending goosebumps down her neck and side.



He pressed harder with his thumb against her sphincter, making tighter and tighter circles. She began struggling in earnest now, but it only seemed to incense him further. She didn’t realize that in her fear, she was squeezing down ever tighter around his cock,



He sat back up and slid his thumb straight into her asshole, making her groan low. Pushing in to the first knuckle, he could feel his cock on the other side of the thin membrane of flesh separating her vaginal canal and asshole. He began popping his thumb in and out of her ass, loving the way the little pucker would stay open for a split second, before closing tightly again. Each time he stuffed his thumb in a little deeper. She was definitely beginning to sob now, small animal noises against the floor. His cock throbbed at the little shudders that ran through her body as he buried his thumb all the way inside her. He used his thumb to pull her hips higher in the air. She squealed in protest as he worked her pussy even more violently. Her slit squeezed down on him as he pushed her down into the floor with his free hand. Her delicate breasts were squashed against the tiles, her ribcage heaving with her stifled crying.



He began rocking his thumb into increasingly large circles, trying to stretch her asshole out. Removing his thumb, he spat into her crack again before starting to work two fingers into her. As he tore into her reddened cunt, he pumped his fingers in and out of her ass, watching the gape widen each time. Despite her whimpering, she was coating his dick in a layer of slickness, allowing him to continue to ravage her despite the incompatibility in size. Finally, he withdrew his dick, enjoying the way the flesh at the opening clung to his dick as he pulled out. Her vagina was red and the lips were swollen. Unable to resist, he slapped the engorged labia until she screamed.



Still two fingers deep in her ass, he leaned over to whisper into her ear.



“Ready to get your ass plowed?”



She shook her head and moaned against the floor. He didn’t say anything, but merely began working a third finger into her straining sphincter. With his other hand, he found her mouth, and probed it with his fingers until she began obediently sucking on them.



With both hands warm and wet inside two of her holes, his cock became impatient. As he pulled his fingers out her asshole, he pressed the thick head of his phallus to the open hole. Her rosebud tried to close, but found his cock was in the way. He felt her try to scream against his fingers, and he responded by clamping them firmly over her mouth. He guided his dick into her asshole, getting only the first few inches in at first. He made small strokes in and out, again revelling in the way her tight hole wrapped around his huge dick. With each thrust inward he pushed deeper, ignoring her increasingly pathetic screams behind his hand. His immense cock was only about three quarters of the way buried in her, and he could see the tears running down her face.

I bent over to tie my shoe when suddenly I felt a hand on my ass and a voice say, “well what do we have here Johnny?” I instantly tried to stand up, but another hand on my back pushed me back down. “You’ll stay there for now, I like the view,” the man said as he rubbed my ass through my spandex running shorts. I was terrified, I knew there were at least two men there seeing as my name isn’t Johnny and the man had clearly spoken to someone else. I was too shocked to speak and I knew I was in for something I wouldn’t like.



A bit of background before I go any further. I’m a 19 year old college student. I’m about 5′ 9″, 130 lbs, pretty thin, and kind’ve a “pretty boy”. I’ve been running for a LONG time, and just recently started doing triathlons. Because of this, I started shaving my legs (and most of the rest of my body hair). The shaving has of course added to the “pretty boy” comments, and I’ve had more than a few gay guys start coming on to me. I’m not, by the way, gay, or even bi. Not my thing. Ok, maybe a little curious. I will admit I really liked it when my girlfriend fingered my ass while she blew me, but that’s it.



So anyway, back to the story at hand. My girlfriend and I had just broken up and I took it pretty hard. We’d been dating for about 6 months, and it was going great till it just stopped going. So I decided I’d sort out my feelings on a long run at one of the local parks. The weather was great and I knew that I would probably have the park to myself, so I decided to forgo a shirt and just run in the tight spandex shorts that I race in for triathlons. I was about 8 miles in to a 13 mile run when my shoe came untied. I bent over to tie it which is when two guys came out of nowhere and my day went to shit.



“I think we could have some fun with this one, look at that ass, and those legs,” said the second man, Johnny I assumed, speaking for the first time.



“Mmmm you know it,” the first man replied as he slapped my ass.



“Get the fuck off me!” I yelled, finally getting over the shock of the situation. I tried to kick the one behind me as I attempted to stand up again. My kick met nothing but thin air and just served to piss the two off.



“Boy you better calm yourself,” Johnny said, “Me and Will here are gonna have a good time with you, and if you chill the fuck out, you just might enjoy it!” At that the one behind me (Will) pulled my shorts down as Johnny walked around in front of me and I got my first real look at him. He looked to be about 6’2″ and at least 190 lbs of muscle. He was already naked and his cock was BIG. I’d say around 8″. It put my 6″ to shame.



“Not only are his legs shaved, but his asshole is too!! Damn I can’t wait to slide in there,” Will said from behind me as he began stroking my ass with one hand and his cock with the other.



“Guys please stop. I’ll do anything but don’t do this. I have money!” Which was aa complete lie by the way, I’m in college after all.



“I’m not missing this ass for anything,” Will said as he began to tease my ass with his fingers. I tried to move away, an act made harder by the spandex around my knees, but Johnny pushed me back.



“Why don’t you put that mouth to better use,” he said as he pushed his cock towards my mouth. “Go on, suck it. I know you want to pretty boy, you probably take dick all day every day.” I had no choice, I took his cock into my mouth, a definite first for me. It tasted kind of salty, especially the pre-cum already pooling on the tip. As soon as his dick was inside my mouth, Will pushed a finger (lubricated with something, thankfully) into my ass.



Johnny pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. I clumsily attempted a blow job, by this time deciding if I could make them cum I could get home faster. Seemingly in response, Will added a second finger to my ass and began to finger fuck me. As Johnny moaned in response to my sucking, Will began to rub his cock across my ass. I don’t know how big it was, but it certainly felt hefty.



Almost subconsciously, I pushed my ass back onto Will’s fingers, enjoying the sensation. Will immediately noticed exclaiming, “Look at that Johnny! This little queer is already enjoying it!” Johnny did nothing but moan in response. I could feel a trail of pre-cum on my ass from where Will had dragged his cock. For whatever reason it turned me on, and my cock began to harden.



After another couple of minutes, Will and Johnny switched places. I noticed that, to my surprise, Will was black (surprise because there weren’t many black men in our town). Will certainly had the cock of a black man, and I struggled to take his cock into my mouth in much the same way that I had struggled with Johnny’s. I managed, however, and then began to give him a halfway decent (in my opinion) blow job.



Johnny managed to put 3 fingers into my ass, then began to spread them, stretching my ass far more than it had ever been before. I moaned around Will’s cock, which Johnny must have taken as his signal that I was ready to fuck. He spread my ass cheeks and put a bottle of something, presumably lube, against my asshole and squeezed some in. He then lined his cock up and began to tease me with it, pushing the tip in, then taking it out. In and out, in and out.



By this time I was happy to be Johnny and Will’s little slut for the day. I pushed back towards Johnny’s cock as I sucked on Will hard. Johnny leaned with me and continued to tease me. Finally, without warning, he grabbed my hips and pushed his cock the whole way into my ass. I moaned as loud as I could around Will’s pulsing dick, enjoying being spit roasted by the two hung guys.



As Johnny let his me get used to having his cock inside my ass he told Will, “From back here, he really looks like a she! Smooth legs, nice ass, skinny. Damn I’d fuck this dude any day.”



“True dat,” Will replied, “Put some tits on him and we’d have ourselves a real shemale! Hell, even without the boobs he’d be passable with a thong and bra. He’s so slim he almost has curves!” The way they were talking about me like I wasn’t even there was really turning me on. I could feel my cock throbbing, pulsing up and hitting my stomach then falling back down.



Before I could think about the long term implications of my present situation, Johnny began to fuck me, slowly and almost sensually. I forgot where I was, my entire being was focused on the sensation of his cock pulling out, then thrusting hard back into my ass, slowly but forcefully. With every stroke, he pushed Will’s cock deeper into my mouth.



After not much longer, actually a surprisingly short amount of time, I felt Will’s cock begin to pulse. He began to shoot cum into my mouth. I, of course, could not keep up with the amount that was spurting from his cock and it began to dribble out the sides of my mouth. He pulled his cock out and shot one or two spurts of cum across my face before his orgasm began to subside and his cock began to soften. He put it back into my mouth and I started cleaning it off.



Johnny grabbed my hips and began to fuck in and out harder and faster. I moaned loudly as his cock too began to pulse and he shot jet after jet of hot cum into my tight little hole. After he stopped cumming he pulled out with an audible pop from my asshole as his cum began to dribble out and down my leg. He pulled my spandex up, sealing the cum in my ass.



“Can I go now?” I asked tentatively?



“Nah, you’re coming with us.” Johnny said as I felt a prick on my ass and my world went dark.



I’m thinking about writing a second chapter, I’d love to hear any ideas people have. Right now I’m thinking some sort of she male thing, but I’m not quite sure. As always, eedback is greatly appreciated, positive and negative. Thanks!

Chapter 02: Another Surprise



This is a continuation (Ch. 2) of

There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in his story. In all cases it was between the two main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationship and were tested. If you aren’t in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom.



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Tanner and Randy had gotten to know Tanner’s uncle and his husband quite well after they helped Tanner come out to his parents. Not only had that brought the family back together, the reunion had given Randy and Tanner another, more established couple, to talk to when questions arose. It wasn’t that the boys were having trouble, or that Rob and Ian were the epitome of normalcy, but it was still good to see another couple who had already been through the same thing. Their new friendship with each other helped a few times when questions had come up. Oddly enough they had bonded with their opposites. Tanner got along great with Ian, and Randy seemed to prefer Rob’s company. It wasn’t that they didn’t all get along — they did — but they seemed to split up in those pairs.



The new found closeness also translated from a loose invitation to the older couples’ wedding, to a place in the wedding party and plane tickets to get them to Seattle. The rest of Tanner’s family had been invited too, but they hadn’t been able to get away from the ranch for that many days. Tanner also thought his parent’s didn’t want their reunion with his uncle to be at the wedding. They probably needed to have a serious talk, and a wedding wasn’t the right place. But they had sent gifts with Tanner for the wedding couple. Tanner refocused on the bowtie Randy had helped him tie, as he tried to get it to sit more comfortably on his neck.



Tanner shifted uncomfortably in his tux. The layers of starched clothing wasn’t so much the problem as the nervousness at being in his uncle’s wedding. Randy had gotten off lucky – he was an usher – but Rob and Ian asked Tanner to be one of Rob’s groomsmen. The whole logistics of the thing were humorous: two grooms, each with five groomsmen, who weren’t all male. The arrangements were enough to confuse anyone although the other people in the wedding party took the unusual arrangement in stride.



“They’re a bitch, aren’t they!”



Tanner turned to see Ian’s niece, Rene, who was also dressed in a tuxedo. A tux was fitting, considering she was one of Ian’s groomsmen. She was dressed as a counterpoint to Tanner in a white tux with black shirt and cufflinks. At some point during all the planning the couple had decided one groom and all his wedding party would wear white, and the other all black. Tanner agreed the color choices made it easy to tell who went with whom.



“It’s not as bad as the cummerbund, though. I don’t care what Randy says, they feel like a girdle,” said Tanner with a chuckle as he tugged at the uncomfortable piece of clothing.



“Come on you two. It’s time for the groomsmen to file in,” said Ian.



Tanner and Rene moved, knowing where they should be, since Ian had been drilling everyone all week on the processional, which Tanner had to admit, wasn’t the worst idea ever. It wasn’t like there was anything like a traditional gay marriage. So a lot of decisions had to be made. But the couple had agreed on the details long before the event and it was just a matter of teaching everyone else what they wanted.



The twin lines of groomsmen walked lock step down the church aisle. The sanctuary of the Episcopal Church was awash in fresh flowers and origami cranes that Ian asked each guest make and add to the decorations. Ian’s father was Welsh, but his mother had survived the Japanese internment camps and so they were a tribute to her. As the wedding party made their way down the aisle and split to each side, the piano solo ended and quiet descended on the church.



The day had dawned into a rare sunny late fall event for the Puget Sound area, and the weak yellow light was piercing the sanctuary with a kaleidoscope of colors from the stained-glass windows. After the setting had reached a respectful silence, the first notes of the bridal chorus began and the couple stepped into place with Ian’s diminutive mother standing between them. As they walked slowly down the aisle, Tanner had to admit they made a handsome couple. Rob looked a lot like Tanner, his reddish tinted hair was thick and wavy, his beard carefully shaped and trimmed, looking extremely handsome in his black tux. Ian was equally stunning in a white tux that contrasted artistically with his blue-black hair, his Japanese heritage framing his face in an indefinably exotic feel.



Between the two beaming men was their escort, Ian’s mother. A full head shorter than either of them, she easily was the focal point of the procession. She was wearing what was obviously a custom-made kimono, white with a black-on-black embroidered obi. As the first cords of the bridal chorus drifted from the pipe organ, the three began walking down the aisle, preceded by the flower girl throwing tiny black and white origami cranes, symbols of loyalty, honor and peace, down the aisle. The couple had chosen two ring bearers, twin boys from a couple they were friends with, and the tow-headed twins each held a pillow with a ring securely attached.



It was immediately evident Ian’s mother was guiding both men. The trio beamed and nodded at friends and family as they went down the aisle. The day seemed particularly preordained for perfection. The couple had actually been together for well over a decade, but laws had changed to allow them to marry. The mix of light and pattern seemed to be a celebration from on high for an event that shouldn’t have been the struggle it had. By the time they reached the end of the aisle and both leaned down as if synchronized to gently kiss Ian’s mother, there were handkerchiefs aplenty out drying eyes.



Their eyes locked as Ian’s mother settled into her seat on the first pew. Rob intertwined his fingers with Ian’s, lifted his hand and kissed it with tender love before walking the remaining few feet to stand before the minister, hands still tightly clasped. With a dignified and meaningful cadence, vows were exchanged. The room glowed from within when the ceremony was concluding and the couple leaned in to exchange kisses. As their lips separated and they turned to the crowd, a thunderous cheer met them. The audience stood and continued their cheers, and with the addition of a few wolf whistles the pair retreated down the aisle feeling blessed.



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“Good lord! You people do understand we’ve been living in the same house for years, so we can only use so many gravy boats,” said Rob with a laugh as he held up the latest gift he had opened.



He let out a low grunt as an elbow was shoved into his ribs. “What my husband meant was it’s a lovely and thoughtful gift,” said Ian with a smile. The crowd around them broke into laughter, knowing the multiple gravy boats were a running joke between many couples.



The pair opened the multitude of gifts, including some simple presents from Tanner’s parents. But Rob came to a silent stop when a large, plain box was placed on his lap. His eyes locked on the gift tag for several long minutes.



Ian nudged his arm. “Open it, what’s going on?”



Rob looked at Ian with an indecipherable expression on his face. “It’s from my mother.”



“I thought she died years ago,” said Ian.



“She did,” said Rob. He looked at Tanner who was sitting to one side with Randy. “You brought this?”



“Yeah, Dad said there is a note inside explaining everything.” Tanner shrugged.



Rob tried to open the gift, but his hands shook too badly to accomplish it. After a second failed attempt, Ian reached over, gently took the package from Rob and sat it on his lap. He began to slowly open the package after getting a confirmation nod from Rob. The box opened to reveal its contents.



The couple’s eyes met, and Ian reached in and pulled out the folded letter on top. Ian read through the note and then handed the aged paper to Rob. He read through the note in the growing silence around them, tears rolling down his cheeks. After trying to speak with abortive results, he handed the note back to Ian.



Ian read through the note again and cleared his throat. “The note is from Rob’s mother. If it’s okay with Rob, I’ll read what it says.” Ian glanced at Rob, who nodded. Ian cleared his throat and began reading.



“My dear baby boy,



This quilt is for you on the day of your wedding. If you have it in your hands, I didn’t live to see the wonderful day of your marriage. I wish you and your husband love and happiness for the rest of your life. The quilt is made from bits of your clothes as you grew up. I hope it brings you good memories of times we spent together.



I hope you can forgive your mother for being too weak to stand up to your father the way you did. You were always strong. But my weakness lost my baby to me and I don’t know if you can ever forgive me. I know I’ve never been able to forgive myself.



Your mother and God are proud of you on your wedding day. Never doubt that.



All my love,



Mom”



Ian carefully folded the letter and handed it back to Rob. Leaning over he kissed his husband tenderly and then wiped away the tears. Rob cleared his throat and gave Ian a weak smile. “Well, that was unexpected. I guess we have a handmade quilt.”



The pair pulled the blanket from the box, unfolding the huge piece of art across their laps to reveal the double wedding ring pattern. They fingered the cloth, studying the artistically presented handiwork. A warm, gentle chuckle came from Rob. “It’s from shirts I had over the years. These are from years and years of saved material.”



The pair touched the individual pieces, each a small reminder of Rob’s childhood and adolescence, with fond recollections of time spent with his mother. He glared at Ian when he began to laugh. “What?”



“Deep purple paisley? And they thought you were straight?”



Rob smiled and gently smacked his husband on the shoulder. “Hey! It was very in style in the early 80′s. I looked fabulous!”



“Baby, that was never really in style, but I’m sure you looked fabulous.”



A gentle laughter spread through the crowd as the wedding party relaxed again. Ian began unwrapping the last of the gifts as Rob folded the quilt, giving the precious gift a loving pat before going back to their day.



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A pair of arms wrapped around Tanner’s waist, and he twisted to find himself face to face with Randy. He leaned in for a much-needed kiss, then smiled and touched his boyfriend’s face.



“It was a great wedding. I think the gift from your grandmother was the best thing,” said Randy.



“Yeah, I think they really loved it too. The wedding was great though. Too bad it took fifteen years before they could have it.”



“I don’t want to wait that long, I want us to get married soon,” said Randy.



A slight smile came across Tanner’s face. “Are you proposing to me Randall Warfield Preston the fourth?”



Randy smiled and kissed Tanner. “Yes, Tanner William Carson. I want you to marry me.”



“Where’s the ring? I may be easy but I ain’t cheap,” said Tanner with a chuckle, his emotions mixed about the intimate moment they had shared.



“I’m on it!” said Randy with a smile. “And when I have the ring, we’re setting a date!”



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“Hey sexy, wanna get lucky?”



Tanner shivered at the familiar husky voice, the scent of Randy curling through his nostrils. The reception was beginning to wind down and as the party continued, Tanner escaped to a quiet corner and had been watching. He turned and ran his hands over Randy’s chest. Pulling Randy against him, he started nibbling on his ear. When he got a low groan, he released his ear and whispered. “You’re fucking hot in a tux.”



Randy groaned as Tanner’s hand grabbed his crotch and squeezed. His tongue traced along the edge of Randy’s jaw, pressing hard against his lips. As they continued to make out, their youthful bodies responded and began grinding against each other. Randy broke the kiss, and scanned the area to see who might be watching them. Relieved no one caught them, he pulled on Tanner, directing him to a coatroom he noticed earlier. Randy scanned the room again, and then opened the door and yanked Tanner inside.



In the dimly lit room, Randy turned to Tanner, taking him in his arms. “Hello, sexy. What did you want now?”



Tanner smiled and kissed Randy hard, Tanner’s tongue battering against his teeth for entrance. He gladly parted his lips, and Tanner immediately rammed his tongue inside. No less aggressive in his assault he grabbed Tanner’s ass and squeezed hard. After several minutes of frantic kisses, Tanner broke their embrace and moved backward.



“I want your cock. You’re so fuck’n hot in your tux and I’m going to suck you dry!” Tanner slowly kneeled in front of his man.



Tanner’s hands gripped his package, Randy’s cock quickly filling and stretching down his leg. Tanner’s mouth descended on his hard cock and sighed. But a second later Randy’s eyes flew open; he grabbed Tanner’s head and pulled him off his crotch. Looking down into his questioning face with a grin Randy whispered, “Oh no. I don’t want it to look like I pissed my pants.”



Without a word Tanner pulled down the zipper and opened Randy’s pants. Tanner’s fingers probed the opening, finding the fly in his underwear and fishing out his hard cock. His dick popped loose and Randy sighed when Tanner’s tongue travel along its length. He let out a low moan as the jolts of pleasure shot through his body until Tanner let the cock pop from his mouth and reached up and smacked Randy’s ass.



“Quiet. There are people in the ballroom, you know!” said Tanner.



Randy nodded, trying to be quiet. “Okay, yeah. Just hurry up, before someone needs a coat from in here.”



Randy watched Tanner run the sleeve of his tux over his wet mouth, Randy’s hard cock waved between them protruding virulently from the fly of Randy’s black pants. For once Randy felt good looking, he thought the tux was a perfect fit and showed his body off to its maximum. The glistening hard column of flesh protruding from his zipper made the entire scene just nasty enough to make Randy’s body begin to throb.



He watched as Tanner wrapped his fist around his cock, sliding the head of his cock into his mouth and swirling his tongue around its rim. Randy almost let out another loud moan, but strangled it back. Without conscious thought he took Tanner’s head in his hands and started pumping into his hot mouth. It didn’t take many thrusts until the tingle in the root of his cock signaled the eminence of his orgasm.



His fingers dug into Tanner’s scalp as the first surge of semen flood out. Randy pinned Tanner’s head against his pelvis as he exploded with days of built up cum. Randy watched and was turned on by the struggle Tanner had swallowing the entire load. After a few delicious moments of climax, Randy dropped back to the present and remembered they were in a coat closet at Tanner’s uncle’s wedding, and really didn’t want to become part of another infamous wedding story.



A tremor raced through Randy’s body as Tanner released his cock and began licking the last traces of cum. He tilted Tanner’s face toward him and wiped the dribble of semen from the corner of his mouth, sucking the cream from his finger. He watched with rapt attention as Tanner dug his cock out and pounded hard and fast. He continued to touch Tanner with careful tenderness as his partner raced toward climax. The handsome man under his fingertips shuddered as his orgasm began.



Randy dropped and plunged his face between Tanner’s spread legs and wrapped his lips around Tanner’s cock just as he fired his first volley. Randy’s hands gripped Tanner’s hips tightly as volley after volley filled his mouth. Randy swallowed quickly, relishing the hot bittersweet load. After a handful of convulsive jets, Randy nursed the rest of Tanner’s erotic release from him. Randy pulled Tanner to him and gave him a kiss.



“When you two are done let us know, some people need their coats.”



Randy and Tanner looked at each other in a panic at the sound of Ian’s voice, horrified they’d been busted.



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Even weeks later, Tanner still turned red each time he thought about them getting caught at Ron and Ian’s wedding. Fortunately, the older couple had found their horny closet escapades more humorous than offensive, and said the whole thing sounded like something they might have done when they were younger. Adding to Tanner’s discomfort, Randy had started thinking them being caught was funny too. Fortunately, he didn’t think it was humorous enough to share the story with everyone.



As the end of the semester crept closer, and the winter holidays approached, Tanner had been struggling about what to get Randy for Christmas. He wanted something personal, but he didn’t have much cash. As they became more comfortable with each other, they had started adding a little variety to their sex life, but Tanner didn’t think he was comfortable yet with anything too far out there. The sex slave gift he’d given Randy for his 21st birthday was as far as he could go. Besides, sex toys weren’t cheap either.



As Tanner thought about gift options, he drifted into contemplation of how different their holiday was going to be this season. First, they were spending the entire time together. That alone was going to be wonderful, but adding the fact Tanner’s uncle and his husband were coming to visit Tanner’s parents for the first time in 20 years, the season was going to be special. Tanner had kept in touch with his uncle since their first phone conversation last summer and he knew Rob eagerly anticipated the visit. And Tanner was flying back to Maryland with Randy to meet his dad. All in all, the holiday was going to be packed with festivities and reunions. Realizing none of this wool gathering was helping him come up with ideas, he started searching for suggestions on the Internet. Following a random set of links, Tanner stumbled upon an idea that met all his criteria, and more. A broad smile blossomed across his face as he started to make of list of the things he would need.



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Randy and Tanner were wedged tight in their make-out chair, both of them enjoying their time together. The pair relaxed for their last night in the apartment before they began their epic trip for the winter holiday. Tanner had finished his finals a few days earlier, and had been putting together a great last dinner for the two of them. Randy had come home early, happy with how his tests went and began helping with the meal too. They’d soon sat down to a great dinner Tanner had obviously splurged to buy, although Randy suspected the steaks were pilfered from the family freezer at the ranch. Everything was delicious, and they had a great time talking while they cleaned up afterwards.



Before long they settled into the chair together, but Tanner knew Randy was barely keeping his urge to open their gifts under control. He’d been on the same page in the book he was reading since they’d wedged themselves into the chair. Tanner was delighting in his eagerness, knowing he would break sometime soon.



“Ahh, you know it’s the last night for us in the apartment,” said Randy without meeting Tanner’s eyes.



Tanner hid his smile, slowly closing the magazine in his hand and let it drop to the floor. “Oh, I guess it is.”



“So, I guess tonight we open our gifts to each other.”



“Yeah. Yeah I guess we should,” said Tanner as a smile covered his face.



“Well, Damn. Let’s open them!” said Randy, losing any semblance of patience.



Tanner rolled out of the chair with enthusiasm. Grabbing the two presents from under their tiny tree. he handed Randy his gift, and then jiggled his own present. The weight and noise made by the box suddenly had Tanner questioning his homemade gift. But it was too late now for him to make any changes. He hoped Randy would know the present was from the heart.

Kristen thrashed around the bed, tossing and turning, a light sheen of perspiration coating her tanned, toned body. A sound, somewhere between a moan and a sob, escaped her lips as she submitted to the dream. Although you couldn’t see it, her eyes were rapidly darting back and forth beneath her eyelids, the product of the deep REM sleep that controlled her writhing form.



Anyone watching her as she tossed and turned could see her agitated state, or perhaps, excited state would be a better description. She was breathing rapidly as evidenced by her rising and falling chest. Her voluptuous, surgically enhanced breasts lay encased in a thin white tank top that had ridden up on her stomach, baring the sun tattoo that encircled her pierced navel.



Her nipples were angry, so hard that they threatened to tear through the fabric of her inconsequential T-shirt, which was way too flimsy to hide her blood-engorged areole.



Her legs were those of a runner — tanned and firm — and at the moment they were entwined in the sheet, one outside the covers, and the other hopelessly tangled in the mess of bed coverings.



She squeezed her thighs together tightly as if she were repulsing an invader and then abruptly flipped over onto her stomach, opening her legs and pressing her pubis against the mattress. Her white-lace panties had ridden up the crack of her ass, pulling the fabric around her pubic area tightly against her. You could see the muscles of her ass flex as she subconsciously thrust against the balled up sheet between her legs.



She abruptly flipped back over, this time wide awake, and let out a moan of frustration, slamming her fists down onto the mattress.



“Aaaagggh!” she groaned. “If my husband doesn’t get home soon, I’m going to mount a telephone pole.”



She smiled to herself at that word picture, deciding that maybe that wouldn’t be such a good idea.



“After all, the neighbors might get the wrong idea.”



She glanced at the clock beside the bed. It read 2 a.m., and this was the third time this week she had woken up in a state of shall we say “exasperation.”



As she lay there wondering if she should try to go back to bed, her fingers trailed down to the juncture between her legs and confirmed what she already knew.



“Yep! They’re soaked.”



Her panties were so wet, either from sweat or “something” else, that they were almost transparent. If one cared to look, he or she would be afforded a clear view of her nearly hairless nether regions.



Kristen toyed with the idea of toying with herself, but decided to get on the computer and see if her hubby was online and available for some late-night video chat sex.



“Why masturbate alone when you can masturbate with someone?” she always said.



Her husband, Jason, traveled a lot with his job; hence, her seemingly constant state of horniness. He wouldn’t be home for two more days.



Before stepping into her home office, she detoured by the kitchen and grabbed an already-opened bottle of chardonnay from the fridge and a wine glass from the cupboard. Padding back to her office in bare feet, panties and tank top, Kristen chuckled at the thought that someone might pick just that moment to glance through the window and see the nearly naked woman strutting through her living room.



“Let ‘em look,” she thought, more than just a little proud of her body. Sure, it wasn’t all completely natural, but she looked damn good, and most of it was due to hard work.



Kristen hadn’t always been the toned, sculpted beauty she was now. Just a few short years ago she was dramatically overweight and decidedly unattractive. Then she met Jason.



Jason was a fitness nut who looked as good naked as he did in clothes. Surprisingly, though, he did not look down on her because of her weight. In fact, he seemed to innately recognize the inner beauty that lurked beneath her plain plump exterior.



Truth be told, Kristen had been damaged goods. Growing up with an alcoholic father, she had, as they say, “issues.” Her over-eating problem was the direct result of trying to control her world when, as a child, she had had no control over her drunken father’s tirades that ripped her self-esteem to shreds.



Jason had changed that.



His steadfast love had finally convinced her to trust. It took years, but eventually, she was able to open up emotionally to him and let him see her for who she really was — flaws and all — and to her delight, he was still deeply and madly in love with her. She didn’t really understand it, but the experience was liberating. That, coupled with her father’s longtime sobriety and her renewed relationship with him, put Kristen in a place she had never been before — a loving, healthy relationship with a chance to really grow as a person.



With that foundation, she turned her attention to her appearance. Yes, Jason loved her just as she was, but she didn’t love herself that way. One day, she asked Jason if he would take her to the gym with him. He agreed and even lined up a personal trainer for her to work with — a woman named Rachel.



Kristen also scheduled an appointment with a dietician to learn how to control and improve her eating habits. Through discipline and sacrifice she began to steadily drop the weight and get in shape. Little did Jason realize that he had created a monster.



Ironically, her mildly obsessive compulsive behavior came in handy when it came to exercise and dieting. It helped her get to the gym five days a week and lay off the comfort foods.



Eighteen months later, she had lost 75 pounds, but she was shocked to realize that her skin, instead of being tight and firm, now sagged over her much-reduced belly. In addition, her once plump breasts were now decidedly smaller and gravity was taking its toll.



Turning to the Internet, she began researching plastic surgery, and with the support of Jason, scheduled a breast augmentation and tummy-tuck procedure to complete her transformation.



Recovery from the surgery took much longer than she anticipated, but when all was said and done, she had a killer body, especially for a woman in her late 30s.



The sun tattoo around her navel — an open circle with rays extending out in all directions —had been her gift to herself for all she had accomplished, and Jason was thrilled by the sexy design and how she was now more willing to wear sexy (but tasteful) clothes when they went out.



“Heck, after spending $10,000 on that body, I want to show it off,” he said half-jokingly.



Kristen poured herself a glass of wine, plopped down in her desk chair and propped a long leg on her desk. The cool air in the room reminded her that she was still damp “down there.” She launched iChat to see if Jason was online. He was on the East Coast this week, so the chances of him still being up this late were small, but she kept her fingers crossed.



When Jason had first taken the job as a software trainer, he had purchased a second iSight video camera so that he and Kristen could communicate visually when he was away from home. The little camera was great for staying in touch. They could video chat in real time, and he often said that just seeing her helped make the long time away bearable. Of course, they occasionally did a little more than just chat, she recalled, smiling to herself.



The software launched quickly, but she was dismayed to see that Jason’s name in her buddy list was grayed out, meaning he wasn’t online.



“Curses,” she said out loud. “Foiled again!” quoting a line from one of her favorite cartoons she watched as a kid.



Kristen decided to go with Plan B. She launched her Web browser and typed in literotica.com. Clicking on the “Stories and Pics” link, she perused the general topics.



“What am I in the mood for?” she asked herself.



As she began going down the list, one of the first items caught her eye.



“Anal?” She felt her body flush at the idea. She and Jason had tried that a couple of times early on in their relationship, but she didn’t like it and was reluctant to try again. Still, the thought of such a nasty deed made her a little weak in the knees. Besides, reading about it is different from actually doing it.



“No, not tonight,” she decided.



She continued to scan the list: BDSM, Erotic Couplings, Group Sex, Lesbian Sex … hmmm?



A few on the list did nothing for her.



Gay Male, Nonconsensual, Incest/Taboo …



“Yuck,” she thought. “What a turn off.”



“Lesbian Sex,” she decided. “I’m in the mood for a delicate touch.”



Clicking on the Lesbian Sex link, Kristen began to scan through the titles that appeared. One of the things she liked about literotica.com was the way that each time you visited the site, you were presented with a different batch of stories from the long list of submissions.



Scrolling down, she read the titles and the brief synopses. She spotted a submission by one of her favorite writers, “SelenaKittyn.”



She had often wondered about “SelenaKittyn.” She was one of the more prolific writers on literotica, and her stories covered a wide range of topics. She and Jason had both gotten off a number of times to her work. The highest compliment, she figured, you could give to a writer of erotica. One of their favorites was a series titled “Babysitting the Baumgartners,” about a young babysitter who becomes the plaything of a hot couple during a family vacation. Group sex was definitely on Kristen and Jason’s fantasy list.



Kristen didn’t often visit literotica.com without Jason, but that’s not to say that she had never done it before. She clicked on the link for the story titled “C-u-n-n-i-l-i-n-g-u-s.”



“Mmmmm,” that sounds promising, she thought.



She began reading a story about two college roommates discussing the inadequacies of men in the cunnilingus department and by the fifth screen, she could feel that all-too-familiar throbbing between her legs. The fingers of her left hand drifted down to her panties, and she lightly traced an outline around her labia. Using the nail of her index finger, she ran it up the length of her slit slowly until reaching her clit. As the nail grazed her sensitive bud, she quivered and felt the heat rise in her body.



In the story, the carefree and open Christy was showing her shy, reserved roommate, Dawn, how to teach her boyfriend to eat pussy.



Christy convinces Dawn to let her demonstrate first hand, or rather first tongue, the finer points of oral sex. It isn’t long before Christy has Dawn’s jeans and panties stripped off an her face buried between the shy girl’s legs, making her pussy throb from the tongue-lashing she is getting from Christy.



“This story is good,” Kristen thought, “but I need a little help.”



Without taking her foot off the desk, Kristen stretched to reach over to the desk drawer and fished around inside until she found what she was looking for. Out came her hand, clutching her prize — a small pink silicone vibrator shaped like a penis.



The vibrator was much smaller than a real penis — or at least much smaller than Jason’s penis — but it was perfect for what she had it mind.



Because of its small size, the penis vibrated at a faster rate than some of her larger dildos. Its realistic shape and ridges added to the experience.



With one hand on the mouse, she allowed the other holding the dildo to drift down to her panty-clad pussy. She briefly let go of the mouse to twist the little knob on the end, which set the tiny dick a-buzzing. She kept it on a low setting at first. She was in no hurry.



As the little dildo buzzed against her box, Kristen returned to the story where Christy was now seeking a little tit for tat from the at-first reluctant Dawn.



“Are you ready for your lesson?” she (Christy) murmured, grabbing a pillow and laying back on it. Her knees were up and open, and I (Dawn) could see a little glistening pink between her lips.



“In… what?” I asked, watching her hand slide down between her legs, finding her clit.



“Let’s teach Josh (the boyfriend) how to eat pussy.” She was grinning at me, her finger moving back and forth.



Fascinated, I watched her play. She rubbed herself differently than I did when I played alone. I made fast little circles, but she used the fleshy hood in an up and down motion over the bud of her clit.



“Is it tit for tat time?” I asked, swallowing, meeting her eyes.



Kristen leaned back in her chair a little more, spreading her legs wider to give her freer access to herself.



“Oh yes,” she thought. “It is definitely tit for tat time,” Kristen said, really getting into the story now.



Looking down at the buzzing little dynamo, she saw that her nipples were once again straining against her T-shirt.



She loved how her new breasts were firm but still hung naturally on her. Her doctor was a genius. Briefly taking her hand off the mouse, she ran the back of her fingers up along her side to where the large armholes of her T-shirt allowed access to the sides of her breasts. She loved it when Jason touched her like that. Most men only focused on the nipples, but for Kristen, the sides of her breasts were the most sensitive parts — not that she didn’t love it when he pressed the flat palm of his hand into her mounds and slowly rotated them around. “Oh, that felt good too,” she thought.



She continued her teasing touch by using her nail to circle around her right nipple, being careful not to actually touch the areola or nipple itself. She liked to build up anticipation. Round and round she went, still reading the story as she absent-mindedly drew closer and closer to her prominent nipple. Finally, she couldn’t stand it anymore, and grasped her breast and gently squeezed. The pressure sent a electric shock through her body that seemed to end right at her cunt. She felt a new trickle of fluid slip from her and slide down the crack of her ass.



Taking a second to scroll up to the next part of the story, she then slipped her hand under her T-shirt and cupped her left breast, feeling its weight by lifting it slightly. She didn’t bother teasing this breast. It already knew what was coming.



Instead, her fingers went straight for pay dirt, capturing that hard nipple between her thumb and index finger and pinching and rolling it — not too hard, but not too soft either. As Goldilocks would say, “Just right!”



Kristen was beginning to lose interest in the story on the screen and was becoming more interested in the story the little dildo was writing on her pussy. Withdrawing her hand from her left breast, she reached down and pulled the edge of her panties aside to grant the little vibrator unencumbered access to her drooling vagina.



For some reason, Kristen always felt a little nasty when she pulled her panties aside like that. It was even sexier than being completely naked. Maybe it had something to do with her teenage years when she would let boys touch her “down there,” but wouldn’t let them take her clothes off.



She was on a mission now. She turned the vibrator to high as she continued to run the head of fake cock up and down her slit, pausing each time when it reached her clit. She now had both legs up on the desk, one on each side of the large monitor and was almost reclining in the chair.



For a second, she wondered how she must look to someone watching her, and a moment of panic passed through her mind as she glanced up at the video camera, wondering if she had remembered to close the privacy shade.



She had.



Although, the camera wasn’t supposed to transmit anything unless you were involved in a video chat, she always worried that some enterprising hacker out there might be able to tap into the camera and peek in on whatever she happened to be doing at the time.



Well, if they can, they’d certainly be getting an eyeful, she thought, toying briefly with the idea of opening the privacy shade just for fun.



Kristen had a touch of exhibitionism in her, but she was still a little too conservative to completely let go. Maybe someday as her confidence continued to grow.



Her ministrations were having the desired effect, and she became more daring with the little dildo, allowing it to slip up inside her before popping it back out and circling it around her clit. Round and round, up and down the little device traveled, even heading as far south as her tender little anus, where the buzzing added a whole new dimension to her excitement. She may not have wanted Jason’s big cock up her tight back door, but it didn’t mean she didn’t like a little stimulation down under.



She imagined that Christy from the story was doing to her what she had been doing to Dawn. She wondered if she’d ever have the nerve to make love to a woman. She and Jason had fantasized about the possibility many times, but Kristen had long ago learned that fantasy and reality were two different things. Besides, Kristen wasn’t sure she could go down on another woman.



She was getting close now, but she needed both hands to finish the job. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and lifted her ass off the chair so she could slide them down. She didn’t bother taking them all the way off, but rather left them midway down her thighs, stretched wide by her parted legs, which were still up on the desk.



Again, she brought her little friend home and focused it on her clit as the fingers of her other hand reached under her ass to toy with her openings. She loved her hand grazing her ass as she slipped her fingers in and out of her hole and the vibrator worked its magic on her clit. She felt the familiar feeling building and knew that it wouldn’t be long. She felt like such a slut lying there with her legs spread wide, frigging herself with the tiny vibrator while she fucked herself with her fingers, her hips thrusting up and down to meet the vibrator and her fingers.



When the orgasm hit her, she lifted her hips off the chair, bucking and moaning as waves of pleasure rolled over her. She buried her fingers inside her sopping cunt and felt the contractions squeeze them. As the crescendo receded, her fingers slipped from her body and her ass came back to rest on the chair. She was breathing heavily and noticed that there was now a wet spot on the chair’s upholstery. Well, the dog would have fun sniffing that one.



She turned off the little buzzing vibrator and covered her mound with her right hand, relishing the feeling of warmth that it gave.



“Ooooh! That was a good one,” she thought as an aftershock rippled through body.



Kristen was about to get cleaned up to return to bed, when she heard the familiar ring of the iChat software announcing an invitation to chat.



“Great,” she thought. “He’s a little fucking late now!”



But when she closed the Web browser and saw the invitation, she realized it was from her best friend, Rachel.



Kristen and Rachel had been friends for several years now — ever since Rachel had become her personal trainer.



Maybe it was the fact that she had always found Rachel attractive, or maybe it was the story she had just read, or maybe the fact that she was sitting there recovering from a mind-blowing orgasm, but Kristen felt a new little tingle in her groin as she went to the keyboard to accept Rachel’s invitation to chat.



To be continued …

This is the true story of my adventures into adulthood with an older man. Names and places have been changed to protect the identities of the people involved.



To begin let me describe myself. My name is Nicole. I am a total geek but I’m the only person who would describe myself that way. Others, particularly men, see me as a purely sexual object. I have light brown hair with natural blonde highlights, dark blue eyes, d cup breast, and a natural hourglass figure.



As usual I was in my room pretending to be a total slut by doing a strip tease to a new and bad disco song called “Blurred Lines.” I know it was cheesy but I was the biggest virgin anyone had ever met and I thought it was really sexy. I didn’t hear the knocking at my door and as I was beginning to shimmy out of my tank top I heard someone clear their throat behind me.



I turned around to see my dads handsome business partner gale standing in the doorway with an unusually relaxed look on his face. I lunged for my computer to turn off the awful music and stumbled in the heels I was unaccustomed to wearing with my already 5’9 frame.



“Okay now he was close, tried to domesticate you. But you’re an animal baby it’s in your nature.”



I regained my balance and hit the pause button while turned around to look at gale again. He still hadn’t said anything. He cleared his throat once again and looked at my bare stomach. I quickly pilled the flimsy tank top back over my tanned stomach and realized I was standing in front of him in nothing but pink panties, a pink and white striped bra, a white see through tank top, and black wedges. I knew I looked like a total skank and was mortified.



“I’m surprised Nicole.” That was all he said then I saw him look over my entire while I stood there dumbfound. “Your mom wanted me to tell you that dinner’s ready. I suggest you put on something nice. There’s a man downstairs with his teenage son and your father wants to buy his company.” With that he walked away and I was still too shocked to register what he had said for a good minute.



I quickly ran to my closet and fished out my simple black dress that stopped right above my knees. It was much more conservative than what gale had just seen me in.



I walked downstairs and composed myself before entering the dining room. I scanned over the room and saw the only available seat was coincidently next to gale. I sat down and he looked over at me and smirked. I did my best to ignore him and my mother quickly provided a distraction. “Nicole will be attending Brown university in that fall, she applied early acceptance actually. We are very proud of her.”



“Oh, yes, of course, as you should be. Brian will be attending Vanderbilt next year.” That man sitting across from me said gesturing towards his pimple ridden son. “So, Nicole what is it that you want to major in exactly?”



“Political science, ” I said while playing with the peas left on my plate.



“Aw a lawyer, eh? Lotta money in that, can’t go wrong. Be a divorce lawyer, that where the money really is.”



“I’ll consider it,” I said as cooly as possible not wanting to start a debate about wanting to be an environmental lawyer.



I spent the next 40 minutes listening to uninteresting business talk as the boy across from my attempted to play footsie with me under the table and failed miserably. I had no desire to be the center of Brian’s attention. Then I felt a blanket of air passing my legs as a kick was swiftly delivered by gale to Brian’s shin as my father was making polite conversation with the young boy. His face screwed up in an attempt to mask the pain he was obviously in. I looked into Gale’s dark green eyes and delivered my own smirk and a silent thank you.



“Is everyone done?” My mother asked as she looked over the table making sure her food had not gone unappreciated. We all said yes and graciously thanked her for the meal.



“Nicole,” my father looked at me with a stern expression. “Please take Brian to the living room, the adults have some business to attend to.”



“Of course,” I said as I lead the way with Brian following closely behind me.



“Your house is pretty awesome,” Brain said as he sat down a little too close to me on the coach.



“Thank you.”



The next thing I knew Brian had leaned over and was slowly tracing his finger from my knee to the hem of my dress, which had ridden up to my mid thigh. I looked at him, took his had, and placed it in his own lap.



“I really don’t think so,” I said and patted his hand like he was a child.



“I think so.” Brian immediately grabbed my thigh and squeezed hard. I let out a cry and knew that there would be a bruise. He leaned over and stuck his tongue in my mouth while he kept a firm grasp on my thigh. I hit the side of his head and he stopped to look at me like I was crazy.



“Did you just hit me?”



Now it was my turn to look and him like he was crazy and stupid. “Yes I did you neanderthalic pig.” My mouth had never gotten into trouble before because I rarely spoke up, but I saw a flash in his eyes and I knew I was in trouble. Before I knew what had happened I felt an intense stinging on the side of my face. He had slapped me and he was quickly pulling up my dress.



“HELP!” I yelled as loud as I could before Brian put his hand over my mouth. I pounded on his chest trying to get him off of me, but it had no effect on him.



“Get off of her!” Gale screamed as he was the first to enter the room. He grabbed Brian and threw him off of me. Brian stood up and looked tiny standing next to Gale’s 6’4 frame and broad chest.



“Get out of my house,” my mom said with flames dancing in her eyes.



My dad was escorting the pair out the front door as Brian’s father was talking. “Boys will be boys after all Keith. He meant no harm.”



“The deal’s off. Enjoy your company spiraling downward without me.” My dad said as he closed the door in the duos face. “I’m going to bed,” my dad looked at me while grabbing his scotch from the bar.



I watched as my mother followed him towards their bedroom while telling Gale she was sorry the evening had ended so abruptly.



“Did you guys need to make that deal?” I asked Gale in a voice barely above a whisper.



“Not really. It would have made us a couple hundred grand if we got the company back up and running to the state it was in a year ago, nothing major. Your dad was actually doing the guy a huge favor.” Gale looked at me and saw that I was about to burst into tears. “Listen,” he said as he pulled me into him with his arms around me, “it’s not your fault he was an ass.” I nodded my head and let the tears fall freely onto his suit.



“I’m sorry,” I said as I finally pulled myself away from Gale. I wiped my tears off his shoulder and he clasped my hand.



“Don’t beat yourself up. You can’t control a horny teenage boy. Walk me to my car?” I nodded and opened the front door for him and slowly walked towards his new black mustang convertible.



I grinned when I saw it. “Midlife crisis much?” I smiled through my tear ridden eyes and looked up at him.



“I’m only 38.”



“No actually you’re 41. I don’t blame you though I’m going to start taking off years when I hit 35.” I was still smiling at him.



He smiled back at me and took a step towards me. “Goodnight Nicolette,” he said as he planted a single kiss on my forehead. He pulled away from me, got into his car, and pulled out of the circular driveway.



“Goodnight.” I said to myself as I watched the lights from his car disappear.



“Wake up.” I opened my eyes at the ungodly hour of 9 a.m. on a Saturday during the summer.



“What?” I looked over at my mom with the most hateful look I could possibly muster.



“Your dad and I are leaving tomorrow to go to Nashville and see your aunt. We’ll be gone for a week. I told you about this multiple times Sophia.”



“It’s Nicole. So why exactly am I up right now?”



“Oh, yes forget about my sweet Sophia she’s now Nicole. But anyway your dad and I decided we’re going to stay at a hotel tonight in the city so we don’t have to wake up as early to catch our flight. We’re taking the boat out and we wanted you to come and drive it back tonight while we stay in the city.”



“Sure, give me 15 minutes to get ready.”



“You have 10 and don’t forget to grab breakfast,” my mom said admiring herself in my mirror before she left my room.



I stripped as fast as I could and paused a moment to admire my own body in the mirror. I had a toned stomach and could barely see the definition of a six pack beginning to form. Then I looked up and stared at my breast. They were d cups and I was extremely proud of them. They stayed up on their own without the help of a bra and they had cute little pink nipples directly in the middle of each of them. My friends called them porn star tits without the plastic surgery.



I dragged myself away from the mirror and grabbed my new bikini. It was olive green and complimented my dark skin tone. I pulled it on and glanced at the clock on my bedside table while slipping on my favorite pair of sunglasses. Only three minutes left before I had to be outside. I grabbed a pink tube top coverup and slid on a pair of black flip flops. I ran downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed a banana before running outside to the car. I had beaten my mom and felt extremely accomplished.



“Good morning,” my dad said actually smiling, “know where your mom is by chance?”



“Somewhere in the castle,” I said smiling at my dad while he laughed at my oldest joke about the mansion that was our house.



“You should be thankful for what you have,” he was looking over his sunglasses at me with his clear blue eyes so unlike my own dark blue ones.



“I will never understand why three people need over 6,000 square feet.”



“Nicole, your mom and I enjoy our home. You can decide what you want to live in after you get a job and own your own house.”



“Sorry it took my so long!” My mom exclaimed sporting a huge beach tote bag that probably contained half of her bathroom. “I couldn’t find the sunscreen anywhere then I remembered it was in the kitchen!” My mom looked at us and flashed her biggest gron.



“You’re the only one who needs it Liz,” my dad said as he got into the car.



The drive to the lake took about an hour and we listened to music the entire way there. The second we pulled in I saw Gale’s car and him leaning on the bumper.



He was wearing plaid swim trunks and had on a light blue collared shirt without any of the bottons done. After that initial observation I noticed that he had the sleeves of the shirt rolled up and he had a six pack. I never knew it was possible for a man over 35 to have a flat stomach much less a six pack. He had his hands tucked into the pockets of his trunks and my dad pulled into the spot next to him.



“Wanna help me get the boat in the water?” My dad asked Gale and he nodded his head.



My mom and I got out of the car and headed towards the bathroom that was set up in the middle of the park. She opened the door and we were greeted with an empty building.



She stood in front of the mirror and reapplied her red lipstick as I stood there and watched her. I always believed one of the tackiest things in life was ugly women wearing red lipstick but my mom was absolutely beautiful. Her natural hair color was black but she dyed it blonde religiously. She green eyes that turned blue when she was sick. “Please tell me you didn’t wear that skimpy green bikini,” she said turning to me and looking at my shoulders that showed the straps of my bikini.



“Of course I did.” I looked at her trying to register what was wrong with it.



“Nicole with your figure you are going to receive too much unwanted attention and with what happened last night…” She trailed off and I stared at her finding my pissed off voice. “Maybe people should teach their sons not to rape instead of girls being taught not to get raped.”



It was my moms turn to stare at me unable to find a rebuttal to my argument. “Let’s go,” she finally said and lead the way out of the bathroom to the boat.



Our boat is blue. It has two seats in the back, a bench, and the front is carved out and can seat up to eight people.



My dad was behind the wheel and gale was sitting on the bench in the back when me and my mom arrived. My mom took the seat next to my dad and began applying her sunscreen while my dad and Gale talked about the upcoming promotions within their compant. I quickly made my way to the front of the boat and pulled off my coverup. I stared off into the water and gently fell asleep.



“You are definitely beyond burnt,” Gale said.



I bolted up terrified that I looked like a lobster. I hadn’t gotten a sunburn since I was 6 and my family spent two weeks in Hawaii.



“Goodness Gale don’t scare her like that,” my mom came up behind him.



“I’m just messing with her.”



I looked around and realized we were docked at one of the restaurants in the middle of the lake.



“Do you want to eat her of get it to go?” My mom was staring down at me with her beaming smile.



“I’m sick of the sun, let’s go inside.”



My mom walked off the boat and quickly worked her way into the middle of the restaurant where my dad was already seated enjoying a beer. I took the seat across from her and noticed the cute frat guys who were seated at the table next to ours.



“Welcome to Joey’s. I’m Nancy can I start you guys off with some drinks?” I gazed at the too happy waitress and noticed the way Gale was looking at her. He was summing her up like a predator stalking his prey and I felt a gang of jealousy.



“I’ll have a Long Island iced tea,” I looked at the peppy blonde daring her to ask for my id.



“Okay….” The girl slowly wrote down my drink as she slowly looked around the table checking to see if anyone would speak up.



“I’ll have the same,” my mom looked at me.



“Bring a pitcher of beer for us,” Gale signaled towards himself and my father.



“Okay, be back in a jiffy,” Nancy was obviously sticking out her nonexistent chest as she walked away.



I looked down at my own body and suddenly became aware of my lack of clothing. I had forgotten to put on my coverup after I had woken up and now sat there feeling the cool leather seat pressing into my thigh.



Gale and my dad went back to their debate about who they should promote and my mom was studying the menu. I began to zone out then I heard one of the frat guys speaking.



“Dude look at the babe at 6 o’clock.”



I looked over to their table and saw one of the guys looking at me. He turned a deep shade of red and spun back around in his seat. I smiled to myself taking the comment as a compliment.



“Here’s y’all go. I wanted to inform you we have a limit of two of these bad boys per customer,” Nancy said as she hanged my mom and me our drinks.



I stared at her and flashed my biggest smile before I took the straw out of my drink and chugged a third of it. Nancy stalked off looking extremely flustered.



“That was impressive,” Gale looked over at me and winked.



“Nicole,” my dad was now staring at me, “we don’t mind you drinking but we certainly don’t want to cause a scene if they ask to see your license.”



“I’ll have them shut down for serving alcohol to an 18 year old.”



The rest of the meal was quite boring. I ate my chicken tenders in silence and knew that I was probably too tipsy to walk out by myself.



“Here’s your check,” Nancy was back and I squinted at her as she handed a check to my dad and one to Gale.



“There seems to be a mistake,” my dad said as he looked down at his check.



“What’s the problem?” Nancy looked over his shoulder with a concerned expression.



“Where’s her part?” My dad gestured towards me.



Nancy’s eyes got really big as she realized her faux pas. “I thought you two were a couple!” She was obviously talking about Gale and me.



I slowly took off my sunglasses and looked her dead in the eye, “Yes, I am obviously is girlfriend rather than their daughter.”



“How old are you?” Nancy looked too scared to want the true answer.



“49,” I looked at her with a complete sneer. “I’m going to the bathroom.” I stood up and grasped the table hoping I didn’t look sloppy. I somehow managed to make it to the back of the restaurant and I looked in the mirror. I was sweating, my eyes were red, and my hair was clumping to my head. I turned on the water and sprinkled it on my face trying to sober myself up before going back. I sighed and walked back to the table.



Before I could take my seat I felt a rush of air and intense sting on my ass as the table of frat boys cheered. I turned around to see who had been the perpetrator. A wiry boy was staring at me while gloating. I felt the temperature rise within my body and I had had enough.



“Do you think you’re cute?” I half yelled at the boy looking up at me as the smile vanished from his face. I took the back of his head and slammed it into the table. Before he could recover I grabbed his arm and twisted it behind him. He began to whimper and repeatedly mumbled he was sorry.



“Come on it was just a joke, we wouldn’t want to call the police,” one of his brothers said as he looked at me.



“Call the cops on me? And tell them what? That ten of you got beat up by a girl who weighs 120 pounds soaking wet?” I challenged him and finally let go of the boy I still had pinned down. “Go fuck yourself.”



I turned back to my parents and Gale who were all staring at me in awe. “We should go,” my mom said finally breaking the silence.



We all rushed out of the restaurant and pilled into the boat. “That was very unladylike,” mom mom said about 15 minutes after we had left.



“I will not apologize for defending myself.”



My mom looked at me and slowly shook her head. “I would never expect you to.” She turned back around in her seat and my dad continued driving.



“I’m pretty proud of you,” Gale whispered in my eat as he drapped his arm around my shoulder, “It was pretty awesome.”



“At least you get it. Do you think my dad’s mad, he hasn’t said anything?”



“No your dad would never be mad at you, he gets mad about the way guys treat you.”



“Really?”



“Yeah. He loves you. We had a conversation about the attention you’ve been getting from guys while you were sleeping earlier.”



“Oh.”



“He just hates the way grown men look at you now. You’re growing into a very beautiful young woman.”



I had no idea what to say. “Grown men don’t look at me, it’s just college guys,” I looked at Gale and hr smirked.



“Whatever you say.”



We sat in silence as my mom and dad discussed their plans for their trip to Nashville. “It’s not like there’s much to do anymore since they tore down Opryland,” my mom was saying to my dad.



“Yeah, I heard they were going to rebuild it after the floods but they never did.”



I could feel Gale’s pulse slowly beating as his rested around my shoulders. I didn’t know what to do or how we would explain ourselves if my parents turned around. The act itself was simple enough but the factors behind it lead to a monstrous problem if my parents saw us.



Their faces at the restaurant burned in the back of my mind as Nancy pointed out she thought Gale and I were together. The fact that the three of them had discussed older men looking at me made me believe that they were suspicious of the two of us.



“It’s starting to get dark!” My dad yelled as he turned his head back towards me and Gale but rested his eyes on my mom.



I felt Gale’s arm stiffen before he slowly moved himself further down the bench away from me.



My mom and I got out of the boat as my dad and Gale hitched it back on the car. “I want you to make sure Nicole gets home safely,” my dad said as he slapped Gale on the shoulder.



I jumped into the drivers seat and slowly slid my key into the ignition. “Good thing I remembered them for you while you were in a hurry this morning,” my mom said looking at me.

Chapter 1



Warm up and stretch.



At 7.30 in the morning it was already too hot and I was finding it difficult not to fidget as sweat trickling down my back pooling between my butt cheeks and soaking into the top of my electric blue running shorts.



I had recently started to run the trail path of NYC’s Van Courtland Park with my friend Jessie. An older Dominican woman I knew through my Aunt, Titi Santina.



Jessie was a little late and my mind was starting to wander. I imagined what I must look like to the other people in the park. They would see a short Puerto Rican girl with long curly hair tied back, framing a soft, sensual face with large dark eyes and plumb kissy lips. My skin is very lightly freckled and a rich golden olive tan. Legs, toned; the sculpted curves of an enthusiastic runner. My legs bumped the high, round and generous cheeks of my ass which curved together with my stomach and though tight, stuck out and was a endless source of fuel for Jessie to tease me. Calling me all sorts of names that referred to my proud proportions. The most common was Beany because years ago she noticed that in profile my body had the shape of a kidney bean. And when I thought of how I looked I would also think of how good Jessie and me must have looked together. If I was the kitten she was the cat. Her feline, mischievous mouth clashed with intense green eyes that almost glowed, framed by large, arched eyebrows. Skin a warm tone between caramel and chestnut. Jessie’s strong thick curves were somewhat similar to mine apart from one obvious difference. Her large pendulous breasts.



As I waited I floated into fantasy. Vague images. Scenes of catching Jessie changing. Glimpsing her tits free and on display, maybe a peek of her pussy as we undress for a swim…



Catching myself I focused on the moment, back to reality.



I bounced on the balls of my feet. Squinting, watching the low sun flicker through the trees. I concentrated on my breathing. My cute 32B breasts snug under the tshirt that already had a small batch of sweat soaking through at the collar.



With a yelp I caught the sting of a slap on my butt and suddenly Jessie was running in front of me. She spun around and with a flick of her tongue and with a low giggle said,



” Keep up Champ we got 3 miles of trail to work through.”



I felt my stomach in my month. Jessie looked amazing. Her tight white running shirt left her arms bare and her bust and belly covered but still so plumb and full. As usual her shorts where too short and so hot. Her phone in an interior pocket, making a small angular lump on her right hip. As her round, full cheeks bounced the bottom of her sheer, black shorts would flick up and I would get a flash of the base of her ass cheeks. That little wrinkle where cheek meets thigh getting tight then loose, tight then loose. I quickly caught up to her and we started our usual routine of work gossip and chat about various TV shows. I stole glances at my magnificent running partner. Watched sweat patches grow. The bounce of her juicy curves, her thick dark curly hair pulled back into a flowing ponytail. Even though I was focused on the run I felt a vague flicker in my pussy. My kitten had started to purr.



As we climbed the hill our chat slowed. Sweat streamed down our faces. We must have been about a mile into the run when Jessie took a detour off the path.



“Beany in gotta pee,” she squeaked as I watched her sweaty curves disappears into the woods. I spun on my heels and was quickly right behind her as we followed a vague path deep into the thick foliage. After about 15 seconds Jessie led me into a small clearing.



She hooked her thumbs around her waistband and asked if we were alone.



” Of course,” I said. “We’re in the middle of nowhere.”



With a face of desperation and gulping air Jessie muttered “Good, Just you and me.”



My head darted about looking for anybody that may stumble past us. Jessie’s shorts and panties were so drenched in sweat that she having trouble peeling them past her generously sized rear end. She looked over her shoulder at me with a mixture of comedic horror and frustration, ” I really gotta pee!” she hissed. She sucked her teeth, realized her phone was getting in the way and passed it to me. So at last at the top of her butt crack appeared and she tugged the kit past her tush. Perhaps she heard me gasp as I had my first good look at her bare behind. Though her skin was a warm brown her tan lines were still quite visible and incredibly sexy. My stomach tightened as a warm tingle tickled my sex.



With her shorts and panties around her ankles she looked around and asked for confirmation that no one was coming. I had no idea. Her butt had hypnotized me and my pee watchman job had totally slipped my mind. With a half assed, “You’re fine.” from me she squatted, looking over her shoulder again at me, paused then a tiny squirt of pee escaped. The sound of the piss on the forest floor and the sparkle of light that refracted off the tiny gush forced my attention to Jessie’s spread butt as she squatted. What startled me was the hairyness. I expected a trim bush like mine but no, Jessie’s muff was furry and pitch black with thick pubes. With the light behind her she was almost silhouetted so I couldn’t see much detail but my attention was snapped away from her rear by her low moan. The squirt of piss from a second ago was followed by a pressure hose of crystal clear pee. It hit the ground, splashing the inside of Jessie’s ankles and wetting her spread cheeks and the back of her running shorts, which she was now desperately tugging forward. Still peeing with the force of a thoroughbred Jessie looked back over her shoulder at me and mumbled, “Now that’s good.” but seeing I was staring at her soaking peach she snapped the clichéd, “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Caught, I gave a guilty grin, felt my eyebrows raise two foot and realized I was vaguely stroking my clit through my shorts. I laughed, Jessie giggled then my mind sprung into perverted action. Reaching behind me I grabbed Jessie phone. As she stumbled up straight, grappling



with her sodden shorts I snapped a photo her. “You dirty bitch! You got me.” Jessie yelped. Then firing blind I snapped another photo of her. Jessie was stunned, prone as kitten with her wet kit still halfway up her thighs. Her big round butt glistening with sweat and a splash of pee.



With the most evil of grins she pulled her kit back down and teased me with, “Hey Mami, I’ll give you something to remember me by.” One foot quickly stepped out of her shorts, her shoulders lowered, she reached behind to the inside of her cheeks and with what seemed like no effort she spread her ass. Raising her phone I snapped off a photo with out looking. My stomach flipping and even with my sweaty crotch my wet pussy was becoming overwhelming.



The moment was so uncomfortable. I was lost with no idea what to do next then out of the corner of my eye I noticed two other runners just cresting the ridge. Tapping Jessie’s arm I pointed at them and with out a word she quickly tugged her shorts back up and I slipped her phone into the tight pocket of my shorts. We trotted back to the main path. Joining about 20 yards behind the two other runners. For about 5 minutes we ran in silence. I desperately wanted to say something but I had no idea what. Leaving the dirt track we hit the tarmac road that went past the old, dilapidated Park Ranger’s hut. The unspoken tension was broken when Jessie pulling up. A stone in her shoe had nipped her heel and hobbling to the hut she leant again the wall and pulled off her sneaker. Shaking the pebble out she asked how the photos looked. Her direct question came as somewhat of a relief and I answered her honestly that I didn’t even get a chance to check them out. Her damp tush was distraction enough. Asking for the phone she said it was best that they were deleted. Reluctantly I agree, wishing I had at least got a glimpse of then. As I handed the phone to Jessie our fingers brushed and eyes met. Again Jessie flashed that wicked smile, “This is exciting yes?”.



“Yes, well exercise gets the endorphins pumping. The blood busy.” I answered. Desperately trying to suppress a childish giggle.



“So, these photo’s you took of me. How slutty do I look?”



“To be honest Jessie you look slutty in every photo, so these, if I had to guess will be off the charts!”



“We’ll see.” then opening up her gallery she laughed and turned the camera for me to see.



The first photo was pure comedy. Her butt was not even in the shot and her head in three quarter profile, low in frame with a goofy mask of relief. A woman peeing who had been holding it in for a while. More forest glade than smut.



Brushing off the photo with hands on my hips I confidently stated, “See, you’ve nothing to worry about.”



“Uh huh, Beany.” Looking deep into me then back at her gallery she swipped to the next photo, “So it looks like you’re an artist.” Looking at the photo I saw what she meant. The low morning sun was right behind her and only Jessie’s back from shoulders to knees were visible. The squat had spread her cheeks with the forest of pubes and meaty pussy lips black, silhouetted and partially hidden by lens flare. Light danced off the puddle beneath her and the drops attached to her bush. I felt a mixture of disappointment and confusion when I realized that the silhouetted nature of the photo had hidden any detail of her butt hole. Why on earth was I so desperate to check out Jessie’s ass? Then of course, like some Santeria Priestess, Jessie read my mind, “Lucky you didn’t catch my asshole. I’d so embarrassed.”



“Well it looks like you’re all good. These are nothing. Rude fun.”



“But the last one Beany. I know you haven’t forgot you took it.”



“It’ll be of a tree and your shoulder.”



Jessie looked at her phone then at me with genuine shock.



“It’s a little more than that B.” and Jessie passed me then phone.



I made a low, slight squeal. The picture was pure filth. Jessie looking over her shoulder straight at the viewer. Her face almost snarling, daring you to challenge her. Sweat plastering hair to forehead. Brow furrowed in some kind of sensual fever. Her running tanktop drenched in sweat, riding up her back with the thick straps of her sports bra exposed. Her hands clamp around her cheeks and with such a fierce thrill I see her left fingers are only an inch or so away from her hairy asshole. Distorting, pulling and slightly opening it. Winking the bright pink eye. The right hand is lower on the right butt cheek and nearer Jessie’s pussy, tugging it slightly open. Through her thick black pubes, between her milk chocolate lips the sopping wet pink of her sex leaps out. Jessie stepped beside me so we could both look at the photo at the same time. Her sweaty shoulder brushed me and was almost eye level with her fat, massive titties.



” I can zoom in.” she whispered and pinching the screen with her fingers we both got a close up of her drenched pussy and ass. Pubes held droplets of moister. The wrinkled texture of her distorted anus and labia seemed so perfect and contrasted with the pink shiny inner folds of her sex.



Jessie muttered, “If I could eat me I would.”



I gulped and resided the urge to make eye contact with her but I couldn’t and she leaned forward…and pulled her running shoe back on. I stood there with my knees shaking and a puddle of juice in my running shorts as Jessie ran on, back toward the trail.



I got my shit together and desperately tried to forget the previous 10 minutes. After another half hour of running and distracted small talk we arrived at our starting place. Both sweating heavenly and buzzing from the strange bit of lesbian play we did our usual breakdown of our run. As we discussed our pace and the condition of the path it became obvious that neither of us was going to mention the photos. That was fine by me because I was still trying to process what had happened. So the uncomfortable conversation trailed off and Jessie hugged me goodbye. We separated with our usual hug and mumbled an agreement to meet same time tomorrow. I watched her walk back toward the car park. Her dark Dominican skin glistening and large round butt bouncing with each step.



*



Chapter 2



The cautious jog.



As the rest of the day went on I constantly fought the urge to cancel the next days run but my conflicted feelings about the mornings events kept being suppressed by one dominant feeling, I enjoyed it all so much.



I left work totally spaced out, Jessies curves dominated every thought and as my train rumbled up to Yonkers I had to almost wrestle my hand away from strolling inside my panties. I had never felt so horny.



Before the days Sapphic fun run I had played around with a couple of girls. The first was my cousin’s fat Jamaican bridesmaid who ate my pussy during the drunken hen weekend in Cancun. After I had almost died due to the amazing orgasm she’d forced on me she just raised my legs up, kissed my asshole then walked back down to the hotel bar. I was relieved I wasn’t expected to eat her out because the idea of returning the favor freaked me out.



Then a Skype cam chat with my old boss (a skinny red headed Irish woman) once ended up me naked and fingering my spread pussy after she watched urging me on with filthy commentary and her right hand busy between her legs beneath the camera’s gaze.



I spent plenty of time with both woman after the encounters but the lesbian shenanigans where never mentioned which was fine by me.



There are few things that smoother my libido but my parents badgering me is one of them and the moment I got home they were on my case. I had moved back home 4 months earlier, after my asshole ex-fiancé was arrested, naked and smoking crack with his withered Bitch of an ex. Bombarded with questions, suggestions and ideas about getting my life back on track I dodged their interference, grabbed my laptop and flopped onto the couch with my earphones in and a bowl of my Moms Chicken and rice. Just as I was about to crank Muse up I heard something that almost made my spit-take my soda. My Mom had met Jessie at the supermarket and Jessie was so grateful I was helping her get back into shape. Struggling to keep composed and just gave my puppy dog eyes and whined, “Mom I’m really tired.” And so with a warm empathetic smile Mom went back to the kitchen to bother my Dad about whatever harebrained business scheme he was brewing up.



Facebook was dead. Just the usual mixture of bitchiness and reminders that I had so little. I checked out a couple of Stephenie Meyer’s forums but found no friends on the chatrooms so after wasting more time on Break.com hoping to raise a smile I felt lost. An incredibly confusing day had crashed around me and I felt empty. Then as force of habit and without thinking about it I decided I might as well check my email. Something I rarely did.



Who emails me expect spammers and my weird cousin Charles in New Orleans.



Who emails me? Jessie emails me. My stomach flipped again and the universe held it’s breath. The email was titled “Track maps” and 6 jpegs were attached. Of course I scrolled down immediately but to my immense disappoint found exactly that. Maps of other trail running routes in New York. Until then I had not admitted to myself how desperately I wanted to see those photos again. And to be honest why would Jessie risk giving me copies of such sleazy photos of her? She played an active and influential part in our local Spanish speaking community. My hand dropped away from the laptop’s touchpad and I felt the early budding of tears. Pathetic. Then the smallest spark got my attention through the bleak fog. There were 6 jpegs attached. I had just scrapped the top of the third then surrendered when I saw it was another fucking map. The other three jpegs were..?



Yes, the fourth was the goofy profile of Jessie’s head, the fifth her shoulders to knees silhouetted and the sixth? I paused did she really send that one. Really?



She did.



I stared at it. Stunned emotions bounced around inside me. Agony and ecstasy.



Jessie’s face distorted with lust in the photo. Her sex displayed to me like a prize. My prize.



Then beneath it was the clearest message I could of hoped for, ” I trust you Beany.”



I saved the photos to a hidden file then deleted the email.



My pussy now ached for attention. Flexing and grinding inner thighs together I caught myself grinning like some dumb stoner. I needed to be alone and so mumbling some vague explanation to my parents I headed to my room with my laptop and wet panties.



Almost tripping up as I rushed into my room I shut my blinds, opened my laptop and clicked the file. The little thumbnails teased me. Small reminders, vague shapes, contrasting colors in miniature. I started to undress down to my bra and panties. Clothes scattered around my bedroom. Then as I watched intensely in my full length mirror I reached behind me and started to unclasp my bra. Admiring my fine Latina curves, suddenly very conscious of my breathing, I focused on my wet panties, transparent with my juice and clinging to the valley and ridge of my pussy. A camel toe smiling at me.



Thinking of the sensation coming up. An orgasm with Jessie. Her hairy pussy and big round chestnut butt calling me in digital clarity.



Biting my bottom lip, my titties almost free…



Then suddenly there’s a commotion downstairs, my father yelled. Something smashed.



Instinctively I shut my laptop, pulled on my gown and paused to catch my breath. The ruckus down stairs continued. My name called. The harsh thud of a slammed door resonated through the walls and then I knew what was up. My parents had drunk a beer too many and rows from weeks, months, years ago and burst back into life. Evening over. Pussy play turned to dust.



And so thirty seconds later my Mum in tears and at my bedroom door, asking if she could spent the night in my room on what had long ago been christened the Booze battle cot.



I fell asleep to the all too familiar sound of my Mom’s low grumble of complaint. My Father this, my Father that. My damp panties rubbing against my inner thighs. Under the covers a finger very gently flicking my clit. Flexing my asshole and tickling it with my left pinky finger.



*



Chapter 3



The sprint never ends.



My dreams were a jumble of images, hardly remembered but defiantly sordid and interrupted by the shrill, electronic squawk of an early morning text. Jessie’s message was brief but clear ‘I hope you’re ready.” Without hesitating I texted back through drowsy, squinting eyes, “20 minutes. We’ll have fun.”. Stopping to take a whiff of my fingers. Rich and thick with the strong musky smell of my pussy. My hand strayed back down South but with a feat of superhuman strength I resisted and hopped out of bed, skipped over my snoring Mother and darted into the bathroom. A pee, a 5 minute shower and a big glass of cold water later I was naked, back in my bedroom and choosing something to wear. There was one outfit that screamed at me and with a muffled giggle I slipped into it. Kissing my sleeping Mother goodbye I left home and jogged lightly to the Park. The air smelled fresh and looked so clear. A low morning sun picked out the pin pricks of dew on the grass and I had never felt more alive. My titties, sensitive and almost heaving. A new sensation to me considering their petit, tight size. As I rounded the corner of my block and the Van Courtland park came into view my sex almost inhaled. My clit gave a vague twitch and my tiny taint seemed to tighten. Suddenly my plump bottom lip were stinging because I was biting it so hard. Now at our meeting spot I had a pinch of panic. Where was Jessie? Looking toward the car park I couldn’t see her. Was she blowing me out? A humiliating trick? Rev me up the leave me to bounce around with a unscratchable itch. I couldn’t see Jessie. Nothing between me and car park expect a fat herb walking a tiny dog.

Fellow Literotica Members, I really would like you to tell me how you like your stories. In response to some feedback from readers of chapter one I have produced chapter two in two quite different flavours and the way in which they are received will guide my future writing. I will really appreciate any feedback through comments, e-mail or votes. Thanks for taking the time to read my scribblings and thanks again to LiliesLaughing for her advice.



Cheers, Roo.




VARIETY IS THE SPICE OF LIFE.



Brash, obnoxious and stunningly pretty, John could not think of any reason at all why twenty five year old Tanya Freeman would require his services. There was no doubt she could afford him, she was married to Gary Freeman, the Leeds Rovers footballer but why would she want him? That was a mystery.



Everybody assumed that Tanya and Gary must have wonderful sex. He was as desirable to women as she was to men and she trained just as hard on her body as he did on his. How could they not have intergalactically orgasmic sex? Only she and Gary knew; he could not bring himself to slap her hard enough.



Nasty and spiteful, loving and kind, she had tried everything she could to goad him into giving her the punishment she thought that she craved but he always stopped short of being able to turn her on.



Continuing with the consultation despite his misgivings John made his standard enquiries about preferences, and then turned to sensitivity.



“Frenum,” she said “I’m not paying you fifteen hundred quid to treat me like a boy scout. You say that you’re a professional and I expect you to fucking well act like one. I expect you to have all the toys and to know how to use them, hard. If you don’t you’re wasting my fucking time.”



She then stood and bent down over him, placing her face close to his.



With an almost imperceptible shake of her head and in a very low whisper she slowly said, “No fucking mercy Frenum………no……..fucking………mercy” and with that she was gone.



John shared his concerns over Tanya with Sarah; he was not at all sure if she was a suitable client. Sarah gave the situation a lot of thought and then said, “There is more than one way to skin a cat.”



She had had another of her brilliant ideas.



He knew that Tanya would not be easy prey but John had worked on the problem, taking great inspiration from TV shows of his childhood. Running hard through the woods on a regular route Tanya suddenly found the ground all around her erupting.



Her feet tripped and as she fell forwards she was caught in a fine net that instantly wrapped itself around her, tightening more and more the harder she struggled. In seconds a man was upon her, smoothing the net over her head and pulling a thick hood down to cover it. A cord came snug around her neck and she was immediately aware of the restrictive effect on her breathing.



Too late she tried to let out a mighty scream but the sound barely made it out of the suffocating garment. The man’s weight was now fully on her lower back and her efforts to move became increasingly ineffective. Her right arm was cut loose from the netting and rammed hard up to her shoulder blades where it was soon joined by the left.



Bound to the cord around her neck they were rendered totally ineffective for defence. With her knees then bent and her feet lashed tight up behind her buttocks all mobility was lost for Tanya and she was hauled into the air in a fireman’s lift and bundled into the boot of a nearby car.



Dumped face down onto the cold floor of the dungeon Tanya knew that the show was going to start for real as she heard the jangle of chains and felt the cuffs being applied to her wrists and ankles. Her feet were first to be released from the net and very soon they were being held three feet apart.



She was then lifted into a standing position and her hands released as the chains drew them overhead and as wide apart as the feet. Finally the hood was removed and John immediately saw a face full of utter defiance.



“What are you going to do now Frenum?” She sneered, but he did not answer.



He took out a knife and cut away the tiny sports top she was wearing. Her small but wonderfully firm breasts were released but did not drop a millimetre, sitting high on her chest with little conical shaped, light coloured nipples topping them off. She was truly in her prime.



He slid his hand down her flat belly and pulled at her tight shorts, slipping the knife down inside them and in an instant they and her knickers were on the floor. He took a step back to take in her inch wide stubbly Brazilian that reached up from the perfectly symmetrical architecture of her vagina with just a hint of the inner labia visible.



“Like what you see, you stinking perv?” she said. “What you gonna do about it?”



John steeled himself to remain professional and went across to the racks where he collected a riding crop. Tanya smiled as he returned.



He decided to get right down to business and, standing to her side said, “I want your cooperation.”



“I know you do you faggot, but you’ll get fuck all” came the dismissive reply.



John moved on, “On a scale of one to ten, how does this feel?” and with that he slashed at her perfect, small and round left buttock with the riding crop.



A tiny jerk of reflex shot up through her body and the instant red mark in the shape of the whip bore testament to the effectiveness of the strike.



“How does what feel?” she retorted.



Moving to her front John felt a rising sense of concern over his progress and how this was going to work out. Without saying another word he struck out at her right breast with the crop and again the tell tale flinch showed that Tanya felt its sting truly but the reaction he wanted was not there.



He eyed her with total concentration; there was no sign. She was shackled, vulnerable and had been whipped, and yet the nipples remained flaccid, there was no movement of the hips and her face gave nothing away.



With regret and very much uncertain that he was doing the right thing John hung the crop on a hook at the side of her and strolled to the chair that had been positioned in front, ten feet away.



Sarah had been watching closely on the monitor and took her cue perfectly. The disguised door on the wall in front of Tanya and a little to her right opened. Sarah stepped in.



“I said no fucking women Frenum, no fucking women.” Tanya ranted.



“Oh, I think that you will find that your contract definitely says that women may be involved. You should read the small print Tanya”, gloated John, at last feeling that he might have the upper hand.



Tanya took in the ominous figure walking towards her. She was dressed in black knee length stiletto boots with large mesh fishnet stockings above. These were held by a thick garter belt that skirted the top of the woman’s shaven pubic area which was as bare as hers.



Four inches of voluptuous midriff gave way to a corset of black leather straps in a fishnet arrangement, cradling her large breasts. Her big dark nipples, already erect, poked through. Black lipstick adorned her mouth and the top half of her face was covered by a feline mask. Hanging over a finger of her right hand was a leather strapped ball gag which she toyed with as she approached.



The feeling in Tanya’s gut had switched from defiance to vulnerability in an instant and a heat began to build in her vagina. She noticed her own breathing become deeper and faster and she concentrated hard trying to control it.



“Get away from me you fucking slag!” she shouted and the chain of her right ankle tightened as she thrashed out an ineffective kick.



Sarah circled to her rear and Tanya slammed her lips shut to prevent the insertion of the ball, but that was already falling to the floor as the tape Tanya had not seen was slapped across her perfect mouth and pressed home to make an impenetrable seal.



Sarah now slowly and gently raked her finger nails across Tanya’s belly and ribs as the helpless girl raved unintelligibly behind the tape.



“Get away from you?” asked Sarah. “My darling, by the time I’ve finished with you you’ll be lapping my twat like a randy teenager.”



Tanya squeezed her eyes tight closed in an attempt to get the image out of her mind but it just grew larger and larger and the heat in her began to swell. As her fingers made contact with those tiny nipples Sarah was pleased to feel that they had tightened nicely and with a little tweak she decided to move on.



She took the crop from its hook and stood in front of the helpless girl. Tanya’s eyes now told of the fear she was experiencing at the unexpected development in the shape of Sarah, but Sarah was not about to let her off lightly.



“You, slut, have been rude to Mr Frenum and I. Far too rude and now it will be my pleasure to make you pay the price. But before I do so I think that you are much too comfortable there, it’s almost like sitting in an armchair. Mr Frenum, the remote please.”



John tossed her the remote control for the winches and Sarah began to haul up on Tanya’s wrists. Tanya was lifted into the air with her weight completely on her arms and her legs spread out tight. The tension in her glorious little body was a delight to the eyes and her face had lost all traces of defiance.



Standing to her side Sarah thrashed the crop at Tanya’s pert arse and the poor girl let out a muffled yell as it struck home. Driven on by her own rising excitement Sarah whipped her a further five times on her buttocks and legs, taking her time between the blows to ensure that Tanya was able to contemplate each one in turn.



She then moved around to the front and Tanya’s eyes widened as she finally used the crop in an upward motion on her poor, exposed pussy. They were not hard blows but the sting of them felt like fire to her sensitive, swollen genitals and the fact that she was absolutely powerless to defend herself against them drove her wild. Tanya had never been so turned on, she was utterly desperate for her clit to be stroked, her vagina to be filled.



The remote was used again and she was allowed to make contact with the floor. Sarah ran the crop across her breasts, gently flicking the hard nipples.



“I’m going to fuck you, you know that don’t you?” she said.



Tanya just stared at her, hating the thoughts that were going through her own mind; she desperately wanted Sarah to fuck her right now.



Striking the outside of Tanya’s left hip hard with the whip Sarah repeated her question in a raised voice. Tanya jerked and nodded rapidly while a short, repeated, muffled sound came from behind the tape. Sarah then looked down at Tanya’s moist, swelling cleft and, gently lifting the crop to it, she rubbed its leather strap back and forth, working it in between her lips.



Tanya groaned and moved her hips, riding the strap and increasing its penetration but Sarah soon removed it and drew it to her own nose.



“Ahhhhhh, sweet young virgin. I’m going to ride you my darling; like breaking in a Mustang.”



Sarah then looked at John and he knew what she wanted. He went across to the racks and wheeled an apparatus that looked like a vaulting horse into a position immediately behind Tanya. It was a thick padded plank a foot wide, about three feet long and it stood about three feet high on adjustable legs.



Chains were pulled out of the floor on the opposite side of the horse from where Tanya was standing and these were fastened to her wrist cuffs. Using the remote Sarah began to shorten the new chains as those from the ceiling grew longer. Tanya began to try to shout out and twisted and yanked as best she could but the action of the chains were not to be resisted.



Thirty seconds later she was totally immobilised, stretched over the horse backwards in an exaggerated crab position. Sarah had taken some delight in watching the petulant brat being drawn into this uncomfortable position but now she left her for a moment to go to the racks.



Placing the crop on its hook she took down the flogger and returned to Tanya. She teasingly dangled it on her face for a few moments before raising it and bringing it down smartly on her left breast. Tanya was unable to make any movement at all in reaction to the stinging pain but the crimson mark and the anguish of her cry left no doubt as to the effectiveness of the weapon.



Sarah lashed at her right breast now and then began moving around the girl painting her body red with the merciless leather. It was then that Sarah noticed that she had begun unconsciously to finger her own clit as she dealt out the punishment. She was high on lust and she decided to make good on a promise.



Firstly she had to make sure that her control over the bitch was complete. Bending down towards Tanya’s face Sarah put her finger up to her mouth in a ‘Hush’ motion. She then rapidly tore the tape from her mouth and Tanya stayed obediently silent.



“Very good, very good” said Sarah and without giving any instruction she bent at her knees and introduced her massively swollen pussy to Tanya’s mouth.



Tanya had been waiting for this moment since the very second she slapped eyes on the sensual form of Sarah and now her tongue darted over her distended clitoris and between her labia with the enthusiasm of a rampant, virgin lesbian.



Sarah was enjoying the venture into sexual regions she had not explored before too. Especially the dominance and having this little whore do her filthy bidding was bringing her to a spectacular orgasm. Tanya worked harder and harder as she felt her mistress approaching climax and both women cried out loud when it came, cascades of love juice flowing across Tanya’s face.



Standing now, Sarah could not help but wonder what it was going feel like to finger another woman, she knew that forcing one to give her pleasure had been a fantastic turn on but now it was time to explore some more. Teasingly walking her fingers along Tanya’s body Sarah reached her hips and then slowly moved towards her swollen, gaping, vagina.



Using the flat of her hand she rubbed above her clit and Tanya let out a relieved “Yes!!!!” but the hand was immediately withdrawn.



Sarah strutted back to where Tanya’s head was held two feet off the ground. Taking her nipples between the fingers and thumbs of both hands Sarah applied strong pressure and a slight twisting motion bringing a scream of anguish from Tanya.



“Yes what? Slut” said Sarah.



“Yes, that was nice?” replied Tanya, confused and naïve.



Sarah took her sweet little buds between her fingers again, twisting and pulling this time. She didn’t release the nipples herself but pulled until they could simply not extend any further and were torn out of her hands, pinging against Tanya’s chest.



She cried out again, but louder this time and Sarah was pleased to hear her follow this with “Yes, my lady?”



Sarah rose again and retuned to Tanya’s pouting cleft, immediately inserting two fingers as deep as she could.



“Yes my lady, yes my lady,” cried Tanya and she tried to move her hips but her confinement was just too strong.



Finding her G spot and thrilled by the warm wetness within her pussy Sarah worked harder, inserting two more fingers and stimulating her massive clit with her other hand. Tanya gave up trying to move her hips and the chains on her ankles went tighter as spasms ran through her legs.



To Sarah’s surprise she was already approaching orgasm and with one final “Yes my lady!!” Sarah’s hand was awash with Tanya’s beautiful juices.



Not only relieved that she had finally cum Tanya now felt the relief from the discomfort of the vaulting horse as the chains began to haul her back into a standing position and the chains on her wrists were mercifully lengthened to allow her arms to hang by her sides.



Believing that her ordeal was now over she turned to John only to notice him approaching her with a strange contraption in his hands. It was a metal bar about three feet long which had a large hoop at one end and a somewhat smaller one at the other.



John made the ‘hush’ sign with a finger and then, standing behind her he fastened the large loop, a sturdy leather strap, around her neck; the bar hung down her back. The chains on her wrists were detached for a few seconds and passed through the metal loop at the opposite end of the bar and then once again locked onto her wrists. Still comfortable Tanya did not understand how the devise would work.



Eager to demonstrate Sarah began to shorten the chains and Tanya soon realised that her hands were being pulled to the rear. With them drawn fully behind her and her arms straight as a rod the bar began to rise and the action caused Tanya’s head to begin to bow down, further and further until finally her hands were stretched high in the air and her body was bent forwards at the waist more than ninety degrees, her legs locked straight by the lifting action.



Satisfied that her little whore was suitably positioned Sarah approached the racks. Tanya tried to see what she was doing but she was out of her view, for quite some time. At last she saw her making her way back across. It was now clear what Sarah had been doing; she had an enormous strap on cock proudly displaying its ten inch length and seven inch girth at her hips.



The strap running between her legs held an electronic probe that sat inside her and discharged a glorious shower of electrical pulses to her G spot as her hips pushed forward on the dildo and its base vibrated on her clit. It was the very best of woman fuckers.



Sarah paraded the massive member in Tanya’s face and said “I told you I was going to fuck you didn’t I?”



Her school’s worst prick tease by a very long way Tanya had, surprisingly, been a virgin until she met Gary. He was the only man she had been with and he was not equipped with anything like the monster on Sarah.



“NO, NO!!” she pleaded.



“No?” said Sarah with a smile, and turned away.



As Tanya saw her full buttocks framed by her weapon’s substantial straps heading off towards the racks the folly of her refusal struck home with her.



“Please, please, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it” she cried. “I’m sorry I’m really sorry, I won’t do it again.”



Her voice became higher and more desperate as she saw Sarah take a cane and smack it hard against the vaulting horse.



Rising to his feet John approached Tanya and said, “No mercy Frenum. No fucking mercy.”



He then returned to his chair and settled down for the show. Tanya’s lust was at fever pitch but the pain she had already suffered was all she could stand. She couldn’t comprehend why her own suffering and this woman’s control over it was driving her wild with desire, she just wanted to be pleasured. Now.



“No, no, please NO” Tanya cried as the cane burned into her buttocks three times in rapid succession.



“Count to ten for me Tanya.” Sarah instructed and another blow bit hard at the young flesh.



“Please, stop!!” Tanya cried but Sarah gleefully continued with four more strikes before, unable to offer resistance any longer, Tanya cried “ONE” at the top of her voice.



Sarah stopped and took a moment to examine the reddened, wheal ridden legs and buttocks of her utterly defeated victim. They were a testament to the hours spent in the in the gym and on the road. Tight and muscular but petite and beautifully feminine; and Sarah’s to do with as she pleased.



“One what?” she asked as another mighty blow crashed into her perfect ass.



“ONE MY LADY!!” screamed Tanya desperately.



And so it continued.



As Tanya cried “FIVE MY LADY!” a glint appeared in Sarah’s eyes.



Strolling across to John she took the remote and returned to stand behind her helpless victim. Concentrating hard she made tiny adjustments to the length of the chains, repositioning Tanya just perfectly.



Sarah was very happy indeed, the pink, swollen mound of Tanya’s vulva was now available as a target for the cane.

Fellow Literotica Members, I really would like you to tell me how you like your stories. In response to some feedback from readers of chapter one I have produced chapter two in two quite different flavours and the way in which they are received will guide my future writing. I will appreciate any feedback through comments, e-mail or votes. Thanks for taking the time to read my scribblings and thanks again to LiliesLaughing for her advice.



Cheers, Roo.




VARIETY IS THE SPICE OF LIFE.



Brash, obnoxious and stunningly pretty, John could not think of any reason at all why twenty five year old Tanya Freeman would require his services. There was no doubt she could afford him, she was married to Gary Freeman, the Leeds Rovers footballer but why would she want him? That was a mystery, but an answer was coming.



Everybody assumed that Tanya and Gary must have wonderful sex. He was as desirable to women as she was to men and she trained just as hard on her body as he did on his. How could they not have intergalactically orgasmic sex? Only she and Gary knew; he could not bring himself to slap her hard enough.



Nasty and spiteful, loving and kind, she had tried everything she could to goad him into giving her the punishment she thought that she craved but he always stopped short of being able to turn her on.



Continuing with the consultation despite his misgivings John made his standard enquiries about preferences, and then turned to sensitivity.



“Frenum” she said, “I’m not paying you fifteen hundred quid to treat me like a boy scout. You say that you’re a professional and I expect you to fucking well act like one. I expect you to have all the toys and to know how to use them, hard. If you don’t you’re wasting my fucking time.”



She then stood and bent down over him, placing her face close to his.



With an almost imperceptible shake of her head and in a very low whisper she slowly said, “No fucking mercy Frenum………no……..fucking………mercy” and with that she was gone.



John shared his concerns over Tanya with Sarah; he was not at all sure if she was a suitable client.



Sarah gave the situation a lot of thought and then said, “There is more than one way to skin a rabbit.”



She had had another of her brilliant ideas.



He knew that Tanya would not be easy prey but John had worked on the problem, taking great inspiration from TV shows of his childhood.



Running hard through the woods on a regular route Tanya suddenly found the ground all around her erupting. Her feet tripped and as she fell forwards she was caught in a fine net that instantly wrapped itself around her, tightening more and more the harder she struggled.



In seconds a man was upon her, smoothing the net over her head and pulling a thick hood down to cover it. A cord came snug around her neck and she was immediately aware of the restrictive effect on her breathing.



Too late she tried to let out a mighty scream but the sound barely made it out of the suffocating garment. The man’s weight was now fully on her lower back and her efforts to move became increasingly ineffective. Her right arm was cut loose from the netting and rammed firmly up to her shoulder blades where it was soon joined by the left.



Bound to the cord around her neck they were rendered totally ineffective for defence. With her knees then bent and her feet lashed tight up behind her buttocks all mobility was lost for Tanya and she was hauled into the air in a fireman’s lift and bundled into the boot of a nearby car.



Dumped face down onto the cold floor of the dungeon Tanya knew that the show was going to start for real as she heard the jangle of chains and felt the cuffs being applied to her wrists and ankles. Her feet were first to be released from the net and very soon they were being held three feet apart.



She was then lifted into a standing position and her hands released as the chains drew them overhead and as wide apart as the feet. Finally the hood was removed and John immediately saw a face full of utter defiance.



“What are you going to do now Frenum?” she sneered, but he did not answer.



He took out a knife and cut away the tiny sports top she was wearing. Her small but wonderfully firm breasts were released but did not drop an inch, sitting high on her chest with little conical shaped, light coloured nipples topping them off. She was truly in her prime.



He slid his hand down her flat belly and pulled at her tight shorts, slipping the knife down inside them and in an instant they and her knickers were on the floor. He took a step back to take in her inch wide stubbly Brazilian that reached up from the perfectly symmetrical architecture of her vagina with just a hint of the inner labia visible.



“Like what you see, you stinking perv?” she said. “What you gonna do about it?”



John steeled himself to remain professional and went across to the racks where he collected a riding crop. Tanya smiled as he returned.



He decided to get right down to business and, standing to her side said, “I want your cooperation.”



“I know you do you faggot, but you’ll get fuck all” came the dismissive reply.



John moved on, “On a scale of one to ten, how does this feel?” and with that he slashed at her perfect, small and round left buttock with the riding crop.



A tiny jerk of reflex shot up through her body and the instant red mark in the shape of the whip bore testament to the effectiveness of the strike.



“How does what feel?” she retorted.



Moving to her front John felt a rising sense of concern over his progress and how this was going to work out. Without saying another word he struck out at her right breast with the crop and again the tell tale flinch showed that Tanya felt its sting truly but the reaction he wanted was not there.



He eyed her with total concentration; there was no sign. She was shackled, vulnerable and had been whipped, and yet the nipples remained flaccid, there was no movement of the hips and her face gave nothing away.



With regret and very much uncertain that he was doing the right thing John hung the crop on a hook at the side of her and strolled to the chair that had been positioned in front, ten feet away.



Sarah had been watching closely on the monitor and took her cue perfectly. The disguised door on the wall in front of Tanya and a little to her right opened. Sarah stepped in.



“I said no fucking women Frenum, no fucking women!” Tanya ranted.



“Oh, I think that you will find that your contract definitely says that women may be involved. You should read the small print Tanya” gloated John, at last feeling that he might have the upper hand.



Tanya took in the ominous figure walking towards her. She was dressed in black knee length stiletto boots with large mesh fishnet stockings above. These were held by a thick garter belt that skirted the top of the woman’s shaven pubic area which was as bare as hers.



Four inches of voluptuous midriff gave way to a corset of black leather straps in a fishnet arrangement, cradling her large breasts. Her big dark nipples, already erect, poked through. Black lipstick adorned her mouth and the top half of her face was covered by a feline mask. Hanging over a finger of her right hand was a leather strapped ball gag which she toyed with as she approached.



The feeling in Tanya’s gut had switched from defiance to vulnerability in an instant and a heat began to build in her vagina. She noticed her own breathing become deeper and faster and she concentrated hard trying to control it.



“Get away from me you fucking slag!” she shouted and the chain of her right ankle tightened as she thrashed out an ineffective kick.



Sarah circled to her rear and Tanya slammed her lips shut to prevent the insertion of the ball, but that was already falling to the floor as the tape Tanya had not seen was slapped across her perfect mouth and pressed home to make an impenetrable seal.



Sarah now slowly and gently raked her finger nails across Tanya’s belly and ribs as the helpless girl raved unintelligibly behind the tape.



“Get away from you?” asked Sarah. “My darling, by the time I’ve finished with you you’ll be lapping my twat like a randy teenager.”



Tanya squeezed her eyes tight closed in an attempt to get the image out of her mind but it just grew larger and larger and the heat in her began to swell. As her fingers made contact with those tiny nipples Sarah was pleased to feel that they had tightened nicely and with a little tweak she decided to move on.



She took the crop from its hook and stood in front of the helpless girl. Tanya’s eyes now told of the fear she was experiencing at the unexpected development in the shape of Sarah, but Sarah was not about to let her off lightly.



“You, slut, have been rude to Mr Frenum and I. Far too rude and now it will be my pleasure to make you pay the price. But before I do so I think that you are much too comfortable there, it’s almost like sitting in an armchair. Mr Frenum, the remote please.”



John tossed her the remote control for the winches and Sarah began to haul up on Tanya’s wrists. Tanya was lifted into the air with her weight completely on her arms and her legs spread out tight. The tension in her glorious little body was a delight to the eyes and her face had lost all traces of defiance.



Standing to her side Sarah thrashed the crop at Tanya’s pert arse and the poor girl let out a muffled yell as it struck home. Driven on by her own rising excitement Sarah whipped her a further five times on her buttocks and legs, taking her time between the blows to ensure that Tanya was able to contemplate each one in turn.



She then moved around to the front and Tanya’s eyes widened as she finally used the crop in an upward motion on her poor, exposed pussy. They were not hard blows but the sting of them felt like fire to her sensitive, swollen genitals and the fact that she was absolutely powerless to defend herself against them drove her wild. Tanya had never been so turned on, she was utterly desperate for her clit to be gently massaged, her vagina to be filled.



The remote was used again and she was allowed to make contact with the floor. Sarah ran the crop across her breasts, gently flicking the hard nipples.



“I’m going to fuck you, you know that don’t you?” she said.



Tanya just stared at her, hating the thoughts that were going through her own mind; she desperately wanted Sarah to fuck her right now.



Striking the outside of Tanya’s left hip hard with the whip Sarah repeated her question in a raised voice. Tanya jerked and nodded rapidly while a short, repeated, muffled sound came from behind the tape. Sarah then looked down at Tanya’s moist, swelling cleft and, gently lifting the crop to it, she rubbed its leather strap back and forth, working it in between her lips.



Tanya groaned and moved her hips, riding the strap and increasing its penetration but Sarah soon removed it and drew it to her own nose.



“Ahhhhhh, sweet young virgin. I’m going to ride you my darling; like breaking in a Mustang.”



Sarah then looked at John and he knew what she wanted. He went across to the racks and wheeled an apparatus that looked like a vaulting horse into a position immediately behind Tanya. It was a thick padded plank a foot wide, about three feet long and it stood about three feet high on adjustable legs.



Chains were pulled out of the floor on the opposite side of the horse from where Tanya was standing and these were fastened to her wrist cuffs. Using the remote Sarah began to shorten the new chains as those from the ceiling grew longer. Tanya began to try to shout out and twisted and yanked as best she could but the action of the chains were not to be resisted.



Thirty seconds later she was totally immobilised, stretched over the horse backwards in an exaggerated crab position. Sarah had taken some delight in watching the petulant brat being drawn into this uncomfortable position but now she left her for a moment to go to the racks.



Placing the crop on its hook she took down the flogger and returned to Tanya. She teasingly dangled it on her face for a few moments before raising it and bringing it down smartly on her left breast. Tanya was unable to make any movement at all in reaction to the stinging pain but the crimson mark and the anguish of her cry left no doubt as to the effectiveness of the weapon.



Sarah lashed at her right breast now and it was then that she noticed that she had begun unconsciously to finger her own clit as she dealt out the punishment. She was high on lust and she decided to make good on a promise.



Firstly she had to make sure that her control over the bitch was complete. Bending down towards Tanya’s face Sarah put her finger up to her mouth in a ‘Hush’ motion. She then rapidly tore the tape from her mouth and Tanya stayed obediently silent.



“Very good, very good” said Sarah and without giving any instruction she got onto all fours and introduced her massively swollen pussy to Tanya’s mouth.



She had been waiting for this moment since the very second she slapped eyes on the sensual form of Sarah and now her tongue darted over her distended clitoris and between her labia with the enthusiasm of a rampant, virgin lesbian.



Sarah was enjoying the venture into sexual regions she had not explored before too. Especially the dominance, and having this little whore do her filthy bidding was bringing her to a spectacular orgasm. Tanya worked harder and harder as she felt her mistress approaching climax and both women cried out loud when it came, cascades of love juice flowing across Tanya’s face.



Standing now, Sarah could not help but wonder what it was going feel like to finger another woman, she knew that forcing one to give her pleasure had been a fantastic turn on but now it was time to explore some more. Teasingly walking her fingers along Tanya’s body Sarah reached her hips and then slowly moved towards her swollen, gaping, vagina.



Using the flat of her hand she rubbed above her clit and Tanya let out a relieved “Yes!!!!” but the hand was immediately withdrawn.



Sarah strutted back to where Tanya’s head was held two feet off the ground. Taking her nipples between the fingers and thumbs of both hands she twisted them gently, but then applied a little more pressure.



“I’m your Mistress, slut, I can give pleasure and I can give you pain. Now, what did you say to me?”



“Yes……. Mistress?” said Tanya, keen to avoid Sarah’s displeasure.



Sarah rose again and retuned to Tanya’s pouting cleft, immediately inserting two fingers as deep as she could.



“Yes Mistress, yes Mistress” cried Tanya. She tried to move her hips but her confinement was just too strong.



Finding her G spot and thrilled by the warm wetness within her pussy Sarah worked harder, inserting two more fingers and stimulating her massively distended clit with her other hand. Tanya gave up trying to move her hips and the chains on her ankles went tighter as spasms ran through her legs.



Sarah could not believe the pleasure she found in forcing her slut towards orgasm. The joy of commanding her body flooded through her and she worked like an artist. With one final, “Yes Mistress!!” Sarah’s hand was awash with Tanya’s beautiful juices.



Not only relieved that she had finally cum Tanya now felt the relief from the discomfort of the vaulting horse as the chains began to haul her back into a standing position and then those on her wrists were mercifully lengthened to allow her arms to relax.



Sarah came to stand in front of her and toyed with her own nipples with the tips of her index fingers, delighting in the obvious desire she was able to raise in Tanya. She closed to within a foot and, putting her left hand behind Tanya’s neck tilted her head and drew open her mouth. As she pulled Tanya slowly towards her she too opened her mouth and they began to kiss more passionately than they had ever kissed anyone before.



Both women had full, soft, hot lips and their tongues danced an erotic and joyous dance of lust. The heat of each other’s breath searing their faces as the excitement tearing through their bodies caused them to gasp for air.



Tanya was free at last; free to admit to herself that she wanted to be with a woman, to enjoy being dominated by a woman. Sarah had found a devil inside her, one she knew could lead her to greater pleasures than she had ever known, if she could avoid it leading to her destruction.



Tanya was desperate to feel Sarah’s arousal with her own hands and her chains jangled loudly as she fought a hopeless fight with them trying to reach her Mistresses labia. Sarah’s devil responded.



She stepped back from Tanya.



“You don’t touch your Mistress without permission, slut” she said, ominously, and turned to John.



He came across to Tanya with a strange contraption in his hands. It was a metal bar about three feet long which had a large hoop at one end and a somewhat smaller one at the other.



He stood behind her and fastened the large loop, a sturdy leather strap, around her neck; the bar hung down her back. The chains on her wrists were detached for a few seconds and passed through the metal loop at the opposite end of the bar and then once again locked onto her wrists. Still comfortable Tanya did not understand how the devise would work.



Eager to demonstrate Sarah began to shorten the chains and Tanya soon realised that her hands were being pulled to the rear. With them drawn fully behind her and her arms straight as a rod the bar began to rise and the action caused Tanya’s head to begin to bow down, further and further until finally her hands were stretched high in the air and her body was bent forwards at the waist more than ninety degrees, her legs locked straight by the lifting action.



Satisfied that her little whore was suitably positioned Sarah approached the racks. Tanya tried to see what she was doing but she was out of her view, for quite some time. At last she saw her making her way back across. It was now clear what Sarah had been doing; she had an enormous strap on cock proudly displaying its nine inch length and seven inch girth at her hips.



The strap running between her legs held an electronic probe that sat inside her and discharged a glorious shower of electrical pulses to her G spot as her hips pushed forward on the dildo and its base vibrated on her clit. It was the very best of woman fuckers.



Sarah paraded the massive member in Tanya’s face and said “I told you I was going to fuck you didn’t I?”



Her school’s worst prick tease by a very long way Tanya had, surprisingly, been a virgin until she met Gary. He was the only man she had been with and he was not equipped with anything like the monster on Sarah.



“Please Mistress, no!” she pleaded.



But Sarah was in no mood to comply with the begging of a helpless, attractive woman. Standing behind her she parted her lips and worked the head of the enormous dildo into the entrance of her saturated vagina.



Tanya gasped with the pain and sweat beaded on her brow as Sarah slowly forced the cruel instrument home, stretching her as never before. Eventually, to Sarah’s delight the vibrating base of the cock was all she could see as Tanya’s pussy had reluctantly accepted its huge mass.



And then the fucking began. Withdrawing and entering, withdrawing and entering slowly at first, then faster and faster, Sarah watching with joy as the massive member slid in and out of the tight pussy at an ever greater rate, the base slamming into her pink flesh, her scent filling the air, and the bullet within Sarah sending cascades of glorious electricity through her pussy.



Tanya closed her eyes and concentrated on the pain and ecstasy of her position, dominated and fucked by a woman with huge, firm tits and she wondered if she could ever be satisfied any other way. Sarah began to come and, thrusting with even greater vigour she slapped at Tanya’s beautiful arse and the two women climaxed long and hard in unison.

Hi everyone,



Literotica has been amazingly supportive of my writing efforts thus far. Thank you -so- much!



I wrote this piece in one sitting. It is a fictional work and, yes, the girl that I’m writing about does read these.



I was thinking that I’d like to continue this story, but there are a number of directions our adventure could go. So make sure to tell me what you’d like to see happen next!



Kisses and other such things, -mostlyintact




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“This is crazy,” I hiss. Each syllable is punctuated by the soft thump of my running shoes. The noise cutting distinctly and clearly through the still night air.



“But fun!” you laugh, pulling ahead of me and spinning, arms outstretched. I do wish you would be quieter, but watching you twirl naked through the moonlight makes me glad to be here.



You fall back in step with me. Your perky breasts bounce with you strides and rise and fall with you labored breathing. They are pale, like the rest of you, outlined clearly and perfectly against the black of the night. Except for two dark spots where I know your cute pink running shoes to be. I make a mental note to tip Mr. Moonbeam next time I get the chance.



I can see you sneaking sidelong glances at me. I’m wearing a sports bra, to prevent my larger boobs bringing me agonizing pain with every step, but you don’t seem to mind. Judging by your gaze, you’re more of an ass-woman. This is fine by me. I am proud of my butt. The way it flexes with each upward thrust. The way it bounces just the right amount every time I make new contact with the pavement. These midnight runs, I can only imagine, will make it even better.



“We’re here.” you tell me, pulling my mind from that blank state of zen which running so quickly brings to me.



I look about. We are on the outskirts of the park, a planted row of trees shields us from casual eyes. But only a little. The night remains our true defense. In this artificial glade, about five paces from the asphalt, is a statue. A marble man on a marble chair, arms thrown casually over its back, head cocked sideways; judging.



“Swing Vote,” I read off the little metal plaque in front of the statue.



When you don’t respond I turn around, and you give me a guilty smile. We both laugh, realizing you were too distracted by my bending over to hear what I’d said.



You tell me to wait and scamper off. Now it’s my turn to watch your butt. You pull yourself gracefully into the lower branches of one of the trees -more interesting angles- and retrieve a small brown paper bundle.



I am confused, and a little concerned. But I don’t think it’s drugs. Despite the newness of our sexual relationship, we’ve been friends for years, and I’ve never known you to do anything more then drink.



Your smile, outlined in bold in this dim light, tells me what the parcel contains even before you unwrap it and waggle its contents in my face.



“No fucking way!”



“Yes fucking way!” you tell me happily, slapping the white silicone cock against me cheek. And dancing over to the quiet marble statue. In your other hand I see your white leather harness. I follow you, dumbfounded.



There is some muttering and cursing as you fit the stone man with your toy. But I am, of course, watching you more then I am listening. And I suspect you know, as you drop a buckle for the third time. Your pussy, peaking out from between your asscheeks, shimmers teasingly in the moonlight and you bend over to grab the errant strand. You’re wet.



Eventually you stop teasing me and fasten the dildo tightly into the harness. In the dim light the marble man and the white silicone penis look fused, a complete being. You beckon me forward to kneel between the marble man’s legs. Like the good girl I am, I comply.



Looking up at the statue I am struck by the emotions captured in the carved face. He is clearly weighing great and powerful options, yet seems confident that he will arrive at the right decision. His majesty -for that is the correct term- reminds me how exposed we are out here, it makes my ears twitch at every cricket chirp and my stomach knot with a nervous thrill. He is the kind of man who’s cock I’d like to suck.



“Do it!” you whisper in my ear, and I lean forward to envelope the silicone penis with my mouth.



I support myself with my hands on the statue’s thighs. This man will not buck excitedly underneath me as I press him to the back of my throat, and so I use no protective hand at the base of his cock. It is only my mouth, my lips, my throat, my tongue and his rapidly warming penis.



I delight in you watching me. And find myself inspired by a desire to impress you. Your hand, gentle but firm on the back of my head, encourages me. To my own amazement I find my lips pressed against the soft leather of the harness, and you hold me there. My eyes, though they can see nothing but the leather and stone before me, are wide.



Lips tickle at the back of my neck, teeth nibble at my earlobe, the sensations taunt my gag reflex. But I persevere, the silicone penis inside of me feels like it belongs.



“Would you like to ride him?” you ask me, still pressing my head to his crotch.



It is a silly question. The vibrations of my “mh-hm!” transfer from the back of my throat, through the silicone invader, and finally to my outer lips. They feel like a static shock.



“Good girl.” You coo to me, letting me expel the invader. I do so slowly, sucking and dragging my tongue against its underside, imagining that the stature creaks and groans with pleasure. The sillicone dick glitters with my saliva.



My own desire quickly takes hold. The inanimate blow job has left me with a wetness of my own, so I quickly straddle the statue, thighs gripping his torso, arms around his neck for balance. But you stop me before I can do more then tickle my opening with the waiting cock.



“Hold on. Cock ring.” I groan with anticipation as a tiny electric hum emerges from the statue’s groin. I feel you touch the tip of the enhanced dildo to my lips, and I can already sense the vibrations whispering up from the rubbery ring at its base.



You have a gift for picking out dildos. This is the perfect size.



Though the silicone member and I are both slick as can be, and though your hand acts as an eager guide, I take the insertion slow. The cock stretches me to the point where I must consciously let my body stretch to accommodate each inch, but it is not so thick that I am concerned I will hurt myself. I clamp my thighs around the hard stone torso for leverage. His chest is cold, a sharp contrast to his well warmed penis.



As I near the base of the shaft I feel the buzzing of the ring more intensely. Little rubber nubs reach out to tease at my clit. But I am not ready for them yet. I need to pace myself.



I fuck him slow at first, almost lifting off his tip at the end of each stroke. My labia flutter, being pulled a bit into me with every down stroke and released again to the outside world with every upstroke. I know this, because you tell me. Your voice coming, unabashed, from your vantage point between the statue’s legs. Knowing you are watching my parts so closely flushes me with an embarrassed heat. I makes the statue’s cool skin feel delightful.



Eventually I let the shaft press all the way into me. My but hits your nose, greedily close to the action, and you squeak in surprise. But this doesn’t register for me. I am grinding my clit against the cock ring with reckless abandon.



“I was enjoying the show,” you tell me, a pout in your voice.



The ring’s rubbery appendages flutter against my clit. They are a perfect tease to accompany the stronger reverberations of the motor deeper inside the toy.



“Sorry,” I stammer. I rock back against the dildo, presenting you with a better view of my holes. But most importantly, this increases the amazing pressure on my clit.



“Good enough,” you say brightly. Then you lick my asshole.



Your lick are not teasing nor probing. You simply bathe my pucker and all of the skin around it with your warm tongue. You let the cool night air chill the wet skin (watching my asshole clench tightly against the cold; I’m sure) before enthusiastically warming it again.



You will be able to tell when I cum. Not that it’s a subtle thing, but I know once I orgasm you will want to change up the activity. So I try to hold it off; to loosen my pelvic muscles and just bask in the perfect pleasure of the moment. I have heard that girls can do this. I am not one of them.



With the hot rush of my orgasm, which warms me to my chilled extremities, comes a desire to be truly fucked. I disengage my sensitive clit from the ring and thrust against the dildo forcefully, timing the moment of deepest penetration with the onset of each wave of scorching bliss.



My asshole, as assholes are want to do, contracts and releases in time with the tides of my orgasm. And I shriek in surprise as your tongue uses these opportunities to dart inside. The tickling invasions send new waves of a different frequency to crash against the initial reverberations of my orgasm. The two sensations mingle and change, their new flavor encouraging my body to continue battering me with pleasure.



When I am finally finished I topple backwards, away from our marble friend. But your body is there to catch me, stiff nipples and warm breasts pressing into my back.



“You know. If you keep shouting like that someone’s going to come looking for the poor girl being raped in the park.”



I mumble something apologetic as you pull me backwards. The dildo, slipping wetly out of me, pops right back to attention. You smile happily, patting the bouncing bit of silicone as tough you’re quite proud of it.



“Come here darling.”



You position me so that I am kneeling between the statue’s knees again. With the effects of my orgasm -and associated lust- wearing off, this position is a scary one. I cannot see the path behind us. I feel vulnerable here, wearing only my running shoes.



But when I look up, instigated by your sharp intake of breath, these thoughts vanish. You have straddled the statue, facing me, with your feet on his knees. The dildo, well lubricated with my juices, has just popped its flared head past the outer ring of your asshole. I stare. You smile.



I know that your ring of muscled flesh, stretching and rolling as you slowly work the marble man’s cock into you, is a delightful pink color; as are your pussy and nipples. But in this light, you look monochrome, a specter in the night,



You let me watch you take the entire length of the dildo into you. Gasping in pleasure as my eyes widen. Then you reach forward and tangle your fingers into my hair. I shuffle on my knees towards you, to bury my face in your pussy.



Your sex tastes different tonight. The other times I have lapped at your juices you have tasted and smelled floral and light. Now your smell, though unmistakably you, is stronger and less diluted. The skin around your pussy, when I nibble at it, is salty. We should play after workouts more often.



Your fingers, pulling two fistfuls of my hair towards you send the clear message that you are not to be teased. I make a long stroke from the skin just above where the dildo penetrates your ass to your clit, scooping as much of your sweat wetness as I can to deposit around your clit.



Now I suckle at that bead of flesh, tilting my head to roll my lips around it without breaking the suction. You pull my hair harder. This is your method of encouragement. I tickle the soft skin below your clit with my tongue and moan in pain as you tangle your fingers deeper into my locks, it is indistinguishable from your moans of pleasure.



I am startled when you pull back from me, I can tell my your breathing that your orgasm is drawing close. But you continue to fuck the top half of the dildo rapidly, arching your back to use the statue’s chest for support. One hand disentangles itself from my hair and rubs tight circles against your clit.



This hurts my feelings. A stupid, childish phrase, but it’s true. I am utterly crushed that you’ve chosen the ministrations of your finger over the careful and loving touch that my mouth had offered.



But then then the hand still holding my hair pulls me closer to you, and I understand. You want me to watch.



And I do. I watch you fuck your ass on the marble man. I watch for the ring of my juices which you leave behind at the end of every down stroke. I listen to the sloppy wet sound when you lift all the way up. I watch the muscles in your thighs shake with the effort of your position. I watch a drop of wetness slide down from your pussy to mingle with the lubrication I have already provided you.



When you cum I am mesmerized. I watch, transfixed, as your asshole pulsates against the marble man’s cock. The muscle, trying so desperately to squeeze shut, but unable to do so.



I hope that you will let me fuck my ass with the toy now. Or better yet, that you will don the harness and fuck me yourself. I imagine the nights activities, recorded by the juices on the dildo, smacking wetly against my butt and slithering sneakily down over my pussy.



“Honey,” you tell me. Your pussy is now back in my face, the marble man’s dick burred fully in your ass. “I’m too exhausted to move. And we have company.”



To be continued…?

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