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Author’s Note:



This is the twelfth installment of ‘Taken by The Wind’. If you haven’t already I recommend reading the previous chapters prior to reading this one.



I’d like to thank everyone who rated and commented on the previous chapters. I have been receiving wonderful words of encouragement, and it really is appreciated.



Now, I hope you all enjoy.



-Max


***”So, how are you doing?” Courtney asked Karen.



Karen felt like her friend had asked her that a thousand times in the past two months.



“Okay. Brianna’s friend’s something else,” Karen replied.



Courtney nodded. “I’m sure Jane will get plenty jealous.”



“Yeah, what’s going on there exactly?” Karen asked. “Didn’t you say the two of them hit it off?”



“They did,” Courtney said. “I think Jane’s scared to commit. From what I know of her she acts a lot calmer than she is, and since she’s such a good actress to begin with it’s hard to tell that she’s faking it. I think she took her father kicking her and Rob out a lot harder than she admitted and is feeling emotionally vulnerable. She’s trying to protect herself by keeping others out.”



Karen looked at her friend, and felt like she was talking on more than one layer. She might be talking about herself. Courtney had used similar tactics to protect herself after what had happened with Keith back in high school. Though Karen half wondered if Courtney was referring to someone else as well: Rob. He insisted that he was fine, and he genuinely seemed to be, but Karen got the sense that Courtney was not fully convinced. Karen was not sure she was fully convinced. You do not just walk away from your parents and get over it in just a few months.



Karen knew a lot about faking being ‘okay’, she still had to do it on the days that got rough. Maybe Rob was like her, he hoped that by faking it someday the lie would become real. What else were they supposed to do? Allow themselves to be hurt by the events of the past? Faking being okay was fine as long as real healing also took place, and Karen was sure that with Courtney at his side Rob was healing up just fine.



“So Brianna’s using Miyu to get to Jane?” Karen asked.



“Sort of. I think she’s trying to do what she’s supposed to and try to date other girls, but she really just doesn’t want to. I don’t think Brianna would be capable of just using someone to get to someone else, but I don’t think she’s looking for a relationship with Miyu either,” Courtney replied.



Karen nodded. The two girls were silent for a while, each deep in their own thoughts.



“You did a good job with the party,” Karen told her.



Courtney smiled. “Thanks.”



“And that costume’s just… I mean wow,” Karen told her.



Courtney’s smile broadened. “I try. I like yours too.”



Karen shrugged. “I just found something I felt comfortable wearing.”



Courtney reached outward and pressed a hand against Karen’s cheek.



“You look beautiful,” she told her.



Karen’s eyes looked away modestly but she smiled. Courtney came forward and pressed her lips to the other girl’s. God it felt good to be able to do that when she wanted to. Karen responded, and their tongues were soon sliding along one another. The kiss quickly became heated, and Karen’s hands came up to Courtney’s front. She squeezed her breasts through the corset, and Courtney moaned softly against her mouth. Courtney’s hands reached up and cupped Karen’s smaller breasts.



The firm swells filled Courtney’s hand though they were meant to be there, their size and shape were perfectly suited to her grip. Karen hummed pleasurably into the kiss and their tongues swirled together more quickly. Her heart began to race, this was the most intense they had become since the old spark in their relationship had been rekindled. Courtney sensed it too, and even though she wished that they had more privacy and caution was telling her to stop, she pressed on. She did not want to stop something that might help Karen heal.



This was a way for Karen to reclaim that part of herself. To take back the sexual side of herself that had been snuffed out by what those two had done to her. Courtney kissed Karen with tenderness and desire at the same time. Strangely it was something like the way Rob had taught her to kiss. Before she had met him she had approached sex under the assumption that it was just a way to get off and power. Now she knew the power of the emotions that went along with it and the strength of the bonds it could form.



Karen’s hands squeezed Courtney’s breasts. The firm mounds of flesh were squeezed tightly inside the leather corset, and although it was highly visually stimulating it stopped Courtney from really feeling what Karen was doing. Karen’s mouth left Courtney’s and pressed against her jaw gently before going lower to her neck. One of Courtney’s hands left Karen’s breasts and cupped the back of her head as her grinning friend kissed along the path of her collar bone.



“Karen…” Courtney sighed as her friend reached the hollow of her neck and began to kiss downward.



Neither had heard the door open. Neither had noticed that someone was standing in the doorway. Winston, on the other hand, had and leapt from the bed to be fawned over by the newcomer. It was Courtney who first realized that they were being watched. She pushed Karen away, and the dark haired girl looked at her confused until she followed her gaze and saw what Courtney was looking at.



“Brianna…” Karen said.



Brianna looked at them with disbelieving eyes. An expression of despair came over it and she fled without saying a word.



“Oh no,” Courtney said. “Brianna!” she called.



“Should I go…” Karen began.



Courtney shook her head. “It’d better be me.”



Karen nodded. “I’ll go back to the party.”



Courtney nodded but she was not really listening. Brianna had run in the direction of the bathroom so that was where Courtney went. She found the door closed and Winston sat in front of it, whining sadly. Courtney rapped her knuckles on the door but there was no response. She knocked again.



“Brianna?” she called.



“Go away,” came her friend’s angry and tearful voice.



“Brianna, please. Let me in,” Courtney said coaxingly.



There was a moment of silence and the door to the bathroom opened. Brianna sat back down on the toilet and wiped her eyes irritably with the heel of her hand. Courtney sat on the edge of the tub with her hands folded in her lap and head bowed repentantly. Brianna’s eyes avoided contact with hers and the two girls sat in silence for a long time.



“When were you going to tell me?” Brianna asked lowly.



Courtney paused. “I don’t know,” she replied honestly.



“What about Rob? Does he know?” Brianna asked.



Courtney nodded her head. The tired and defeated tone of Brianna’s voice was terrifying.



Her eyes showed her confusion. “How… And he’s okay with it?”



Courtney nodded again, and Brianna seemed to take a moment to process what she was saying.



“When…” she asked. “When did this start, is this new?”



Courtney shook her head. “We’ve been doing it for a while… Since high school.”



She saw the words wounded her friend, who seemed to collapse in on herself.



“You knew…” Brianna croaked as she fought back tears. “You knew how I felt about her…”



“Brianna, no it’s not like…” Courtney began.



“I told you how I felt about her, and you let me think that we could never…” Brianna sobbed. “And when I told her she didn’t even…”



“Brianna, I didn’t know how you felt about her when it started,” Courtney told her gently.



“That’s not the fucking point!” Brianna shouted through her tears.



Courtney was startled by the outburst. Brianna rarely raised her voice in anger, and it was terrifying to hear the amount of pain in her voice.



“I… Brianna I’m sorry. I don’t know what you want me to say…”



“Don’t you get it?” Brianna asked incredulously. “She could have loved me. It’s in her, Courtney. The entire reason I was able to move on from her was because I finally recognized that I couldn’t go on loving someone who could not reciprocate. But she can. But she won’t. She loves you, not me. How can I compete with you? How can anyone?”



Courtney was confused. “What do you mean?”



“Oh for God’s sake Courtney, think about it. You’re the hottest, you’re the coolest, and you’re the one everybody always wanted to be. It’s been like that forever,” Brianna replied tearily. “Of course she fell for you.”



“Brianna, that’s not how it happened. It just… started. I don’t know how,” Courtney said. “We would mess around and then we realized that we weren’t really playing. We realized we both genuinely liked each other like that. Rather than question it we just let it become a part of our friendship.”



Brianna nodded absently to what Courtney was saying, but seemed distant. Unsure of what else to do Courtney kept talking. She was not accustomed to Brianna being angry like this, and was unsure of what the other girl was going to do.



“When I started dating Rob she was going out with Adam, so we stopped because we thought that it was cheating. But then, after what happened…” Courtney trailed off. “Well, I told Rob about her and I, and he was understanding about it. He knows and he’s okay with it because it helps Karen.”



Brianna nodded again but still said nothing and still looked upset. “What about the long term?” she asked.



Courtney could tell that that was not the question her friend wanted to ask, but she responded to it anyway.



“I don’t know Brianna,” she replied.



“What if what you’re doing with Karen starts resembling something like an actual relationship? What if she becomes a threat to Rob? Don’t you see how this could ruin what you have with both of them? For fuck sakes, Courtney, what was he going to say when you asked him? How could he say no? What would have you done if he hadn’t? Rob’s not stupid, he had to agree or you would have never forgiven him,” Brianna said.



Courtney bristled. “It isn’t like that.”



Brianna laughed contemptuously. “Right. It’s going to fuck everything up for you, Courtney. You’re going to hurt both of them doing this. Karen’s too emotionally vulnerable right now, and she’s desperate for what you’re offering her to see that what you two are doing is impossible to maintain.”



“I don’t need you telling me how to handle my relationship, Brianna,” she said with carefully controlled anger.



Brianna looked away from her and was silent for a long time once more. Thoughts whirled through her head, confusing and painful notions that nagged at her. One in particular demanded that she ask Courtney a question that she dreaded to even think about. It felt like a selfish, needy question that she just could not banish from her mind.



“Why not me?” Brianna asked.



Courtney’s heart fell. “What do you mean?” she asked while already knowing the answer.



“If you liked girls, why did you always push me away?” Brianna asked in a hurt tone. “When I was freaking out about how I felt, when I felt like I was some sort of freak for being attracted to the ‘wrong’ people, why didn’t you just tell me you felt the same way?”



“I… I don’t know. It was private between me and Karen,” Courtney replied lamely. She realized she was making excuses. The real reason was far less noble than that.



Brianna looked at her darkly. “Not even a mention though? Not even a ‘Well, I’ve sometimes thought girls are kind of hot too’? Do you know how much that would have helped? How much better that would have made me felt? Don’t you realize how much we all idolized you back then? If I would have known…” Brianna trailed off. “But you didn’t tell me.”



“I was scared Brianna,” Courtney told her in a quiet, vulnerable tone that Brianna had never heard from her before. “I didn’t know what it meant. We both like guys. It scared us both, and it was just…”



“Easier to play straight than be bi?” Brianna replied dejectedly.



Courtney had been her rock, she had been the one who had told her to be proud of who and what she was, she had been the one who had built up her confidence enough to come out to her brother, and then the rest of her family. But she had been ashamed. She had been fearful of what she had inside of her. The same thing that she had always argued so passionately that Brianna should not be frightened of.



Now Brianna knew why Courtney had always been able to be so understanding of her fears.



“I…” Courtney was at a rare loss for words and it took her a moment to recover. “Neither of us plan on spending our lives together. We’re just attracted to each other. Karen’s never really shown any interest in anyone but me, so I…”



“But you have!” Brianna exclaimed, interrupting Courtney again. “I never thought anything of it but you do! The way you looked at Jane, and Amy. Even me sometimes! I thought I was just being crazy… And Karen, obviously with the way you two… I should have known… You two…” Brianna seemed to lose her train of thought.



She seemed dazed now more than angry, her mind was reeling. For the first time Brianna was seeing Courtney’s weakness. For the first time in her life she realized that she was in some way stronger than her friend. She knew who she was. She accepted the parts of herself that were difficult. She did not let her fear of what others thought dictate how she behaved. Courtney’s words were no less true even if she did not live them herself.



“Brianna, I’m so sorry. This isn’t how you should have found out. I never told you about it because I was scared this exact thing would happen,” Courtney told her.



Brianna did not seem to hear those words. Instead she turned her eyes up to look at Courtney, and though they still shimmered with the tears she had shed the flow of droplets had stopped.



“It must be hard living like you do,” Brianna said in a soft, unhappy tone. “It must hurt so bad.”



Courtney was unsure of how to respond to that, but before she could say anything Brianna stood and hugged her friend close. Unsure of what to do Courtney fell into the embrace, and let Brianna draw her face to her chest. She shut her eyes as her cheeks were scratched softly by the hemp of the vest the other girl was wearing. Brianna held her close, and seemed to be trying to comfort her from something Courtney felt she was supposed to be experiencing.



All she was experiencing was confusion as Brianna held her tight as though protecting her from something, or perhaps everything. Courtney did not understand the gesture, but felt the profundity of it, which made her all the more confused by it. What hurt so bad? Why would she be needing comfort? Why did Brianna think that she needed to be sheltered like this? Although Courtney tightened her arms around Brianna in response to the other girl’s embrace she was ignorant to what had so suddenly shifted within her friend.



“If you ever need to talk,” Brianna said softly. “About anything, you will come to me right?”



Courtney hesitated. “Of course.”



She could tell by Brianna’s silence that her response had failed to convince her. “I hope so,” she eventually said.



“I won’t keep things from you anymore,” Courtney promised.



“Okay,” Brianna replied. It was a hollow acceptance, and Courtney was mildly irritated that her words had not convinced her.



“I’m serious,” Courtney said pulling back. “Anything you want to ask me, anytime, just ask me and I swear I’ll give you a straight answer.”



That was not the same thing, they both realized, that was not what Brianna was asking of Courtney.



Brianna nodded. “Alright,” she said with a little more sincerity. Courtney was unsure of whether Brianna response was genuine, or if Jane was rubbing off on her and she was acting. There was a moment where Courtney felt the threads of a question starting in her mind, a question that might have given her answer, but before it could form fully Brianna withdrew from the embrace and the two girls separated.



Brianna exhaled shakily and smiled awkwardly as she wiped the stale tears from her eyelashes. “Sorry,” she said.



“For what?” Courtney asked. “I’m the one who fucked up.”



“I overreacted,” Brianna said simply.



Courtney frowned. “No you didn’t. You’re crazy about Karen and you caught me kissing her, I’m amazed you didn’t attack me.”



Brianna laughed softly. “Wouldn’t be fair, you’re a wimp.”



Courtney bristled. “I think a certain someone is forgetting who took down Brittany Birch in high school for throwing paint in your face.”



Brianna’s lips curled in an odd smile. “That’s not what I meant.”



Again Courtney was confused, and was getting frustrated about it. “What do you mean?”



Brianna shook her head. “It doesn’t matter,” she replied.



Courtney wanted to insist that Brianna give her a straight answer but some instinct told her that she would not like what she heard. She hesitated, and the longer it hung in the air the less appropriate it seemed to press. Brianna sighed, and tore off a few squares of toilet paper to wipe the tears from her cheeks.



“Here,” Courtney said. “Let me do it, you’ll smear your makeup.”



Brianna handed her the bath tissue and Courtney attempted to clean the tears from her friend’s face without ruining the makeup, but failed miserably.



“I’m going to have to redo it before we go back out there,” Courtney said.



“I don’t want to go back out there,” Brianna replied miserably.



Courtney hesitated. “I… Well Miyu might be kind of disappointed…”



Brianna made a dismissive sound. “I don’t care about what she thinks. I should never have brought her.”



“She seems nice, you shouldn’t be mean to her,” Courtney replied.



“She is not nice,” Brianna replied emphatically. “She was making fun of Amy, don’t act like you didn’t notice.”



“Everyone thinks it’s funny,” Courtney said.



“Then they’re all assholes,” Brianna said. “They shouldn’t be laughing at Amy for not knowing something. It’s just like high school all over again, and I fucking hate it. People are always making fun of her for her innocent mistakes.”



“Hold on a second,” Courtney interrupted, “we don’t make fun of her.”



“Everyone does,” Brianna retorted, “and its mean! Amy doesn’t say anything, but I know it has to hurt being the brunt of most of the jokes. The next time someone says she’s having a ‘blonde moment’ I swear I’m going to knock them the fuck out.”



Courtney wondered where this fire had come from. Brianna was rarely confrontational, in fact she was typically a tad meek.



“Alright,” Courtney said. “We’ll keep you away from Miyu then, I don’t want a catfight on my hands.”



Brianna laughed. “Some catfight, I’d have that twiggy bitch on the ground in half a second.”



Courtney could not help but laugh at her friend’s newfound self-confidence. She sounded more like Courtney than Courtney herself felt like she had been acting. Brianna was right, Miyu had been rude to Amy, and normally Courtney would have done something about it. However, lately she had been so worried about Karen that she had let things slide.



“Please refrain from throwing any of my party guests,” Courtney replied lightheartedly.



The two girls shared a laugh, and Courtney started to feel as though they were okay again. Then the laughter stopped and she detected a new unhappiness in Brianna’s eyes.



“What’s wrong?” she asked.



Brianna was reluctant to respond to that question. “I’d just rather not go back to the party.”



“Miyu being a bitch isn’t a good enough excuse. What’s really bothering you?” Courtney insisted.



“Jane,” Brianna said. The solitary syllable that represented the human being that she both hated and adored simultaneously. Just the utterance of it simultaneously made her want to smile and punch the wall in front of her.



“Is she still being stupid?” Courtney asked.



“She says she can’t commit,” Brianna replied miserably. “She says it will hurt both of us.”



“That’s bullshit. She can’t just treat you like you’re a convenient lay when she comes home.”



Brianna blushed, and suddenly Courtney saw the more typical timidness that she was accustomed to seeing in her friend.



“It isn’t like that,” Brianna insisted. “She’s just… scared. She does care about me.”

“Then she should damn well act like it,” Courtney said. “Or she isn’t worth your time getting upset about.”



Brianna shook her head. “I can’t just give up on her Courtney, it isn’t that easy for me. I think I love her.”



“Already?” Courtney asked doubtfully.



“It took you like twenty minutes with Rob!” Brianna retorted defensively.



She had a point.



“Yes,” Courtney replied. “The Kavanagh kids do seem to have the ability to trap hearts fast.”



“At least in your case Rob didn’t run away to New York with you to be with all sorts of other girls,” Brianna replied.



Courtney tilted her head to concede her point. “Do you think she’s actually been chasing other girls?” she asked skeptically. From what she knew Jane was doing little other than work and school.



“Jane doesn’t have to chase,” Brianna reminded Courtney unhappily.



“Hmm…” Courtney intoned thoughtfully.



“What?” Brianna asked.



“What if she did?” Courtney asked. Then, as she redid her friend’s makeup, she did her favorite thing.



She devised a plan.


***”You’re all wet,” Karen murmured into Courtney’s ear.



Courtney’s heart was racing. Even at their most physical they had never been quite like this. There had always been a bit of doubt within them. A false pretext that what they were doing was somehow less than what it was. They both knew now how important it was to them, and had stopped devaluing it because they were no longer afraid of it. Courtney turned and pulled Karen’s lips to hers. She kissed her with incredible passion and warmth. She drew her close and held on tight.



Karen staggered back against the kiss slightly, and Courtney pushed her back until they reached the bed. They fell back and Courtney continued to kiss her with everything she had. Karen battled back, and their tongues began a lustful sparring match. Courtney’s thumbs looped around the hemline of Karen’s top and drew it up over her head, which left Karen bare from the waist up. Karen pushed up on Courtney’s shoulders and they rolled so that she was now on top.



Karen grinned happily at Courtney before moving back down into the kiss. Their bodies pressed against each other. Courtney’s large breasts pressed against Karen’s smaller ones, and they squashed against each other. Karen kissed Courtney deep, drawing her mouth up against hers with her hand against her head while her other hand went back between her legs. Courtney hummed against her lips as Karen slid her fingers along the damp folds of her sex.



Karen pulled back from the kiss and brought her mouth to Courtney’s throat. She trailed kisses down to the hollow of her neck and then proceeded downward. Courtney’s breathing grew heated and her chest was heaving as Karen’s mouth kissed down along the slopes of her breasts. Karen captured a nipple inside of her mouth, and applied suction on it. It brought her great happiness to see the pleasure in her friend’s expression.



Courtney gazed down at Karen, their eyes locking and Karen’s lips curled into a smile around her nipple as she sucked on it. She kissed her way down one slope and through the valley between Courtney’s breasts before taking the other nipple into her mouth. Neither spoke, instead they communicated through touch and looks. Courtney was cautious, this was Karen’s first sexual experience since her rape, and she was letting her take the lead.



Karen was so pleased that she was able to make her friend happy in this way. That she was able to bring pleasure in the world. Her damaged self-esteem and self-worth was soothed somewhat by the knowledge that she was not just a burden to her friend, that she was not simply a source of pain and grief. Karen loved Courtney so much, and it hurt her that her friend should have to endure such pain because of something that had been done to her. It was not fair that both of them should suffer.



Karen moved lower and crawled over the edge of the bed. Now kneeling on the floor, Karen began to unbuckle Courtney’s big, black boots. The heavy footwear clunked to the floor and Karen reached upward to grab Courtney’s pants from the waist. Her friend’s sexy abdominal muscles flexed as she pushed her hips upward and her ass left the mattress. Karen tugged on the pants insistently until they lay in a puddle to her left.



There she lay. Her best friend and the girl she loved, naked and utterly exposed to her gaze. Karen stared for a long time, drinking in the beauty of the dark haired girl, and felt her heart warm with emotion. She kissed the inside of Courtney’s knee, and luxuriated in the softness of the flesh beneath her lips. Her hands ran along the tops of Courtney’s thighs, and she reveled in the smoothness of the skin beneath her palms.



Karen shut her eyes, and nearly cried from the intensity of what she was feeling but did not. Instead she brought her lips to the inside of Courtney’s thigh and her hands down to her calves. Karen inhaled, taking in the scent of Courtney’s skin. The familiar aroma awakened old and fond memories of their best and most fun times together. The days and nights they had spent together all alone, giggling nervously at first, perhaps needing alcohol to ease the nerves, but always trusting the other.



And always feeling safe.



Courtney reached down cautiously and pressed her hand gently on the back of Karen’s head as she kissed up the inside of her leg towards her center. She spent a long time simply breathing in Courtney’s scent and feeling the musculature of her legs. In part she was teasing, but mostly she was working up her courage. She overcame the last of her fear however at her friend’s gentle touch. The press of her friend’s hand on the back of her head assured her that everything was alright.



Karen’s tongue ran along the crease where Courtney’s leg met her pussy, and she kissed the tender spot softly as she pushed her friend’s legs wider. Her hands squeezed the muscles of Courtney’s thighs as she brought her mouth to her pussy. It was like a first kiss. Her lips pressed against the line formed by the petals of Courtney’s sex and remained there tentatively, as if uncertain of how to proceed. Then they widened, spreading out over the glistening folds, and her tongue peaked out cautiously.



Courtney sighed pleasurably as Karen’s tongue prodded her swollen lips, and her hand carefully swept the girl’s dark hair away as she carefully began to pry past them. Her tongue pushed past Courtney’s outer labia and found the more tender flesh inside. The soft organ pressed gently against the inner lips of Courtney’s sex, and Karen hummed as her taste came away on her tongue. She made wide sweeps with her tongue pressed flatly against her, and looked up into Courtney’s eyes.



They were excited; dark and warm with happiness as they gazed down at her. They peered at each other and Karen grinned up at Courtney from her place between her legs. Karen’s hands came up from Courtney’s thighs and went up her stomach. One of them went upward to rest over Courtney’s breast while the other held onto her hip. Courtney laid her hand over the one Karen had at her breast, and sighed as her friend began to squeeze it gently.



Karen’s tongue slid along the length of Courtney’s sex from the bottom of the slit to the top, and then her lips wrapped around her clit. The tip of Karen’s tongue dragged along Courtney’s clitoral hood and moved around the swollen nubbin, but seemed to intentionally miss direct contact. This made Courtney squirm and her breathing grew hotter. Karen’s green eyes glinted wickedly up at her friend and she pulled her tongue away from the area entirely in favor of the less sensitive labia further down.



Old tricks soon came into play. Karen would tease Courtney’s entrance with her tongue and then skirt up and around her clit only to not give it any direct attention and instead kiss the her pubic mound and grin at her wickedly. The hand on Courtney’s breast was always moving, and Karen alternated. One hand was always held her by the hip with the other explored further up her torso. Karen did this because she knew that when Courtney eventually came that hold was all that would save her from being smothered.



Courtney stopped being amazed by how bold and brave Karen was being and started to be amazed by how good her tongue felt. Her approach was different than Rob’s, but no less effective. Karen liked to be everywhere at once and attack at all angles. Her tongue would be at her clit, then lower to tease around her opening, and then lower to make Courtney squirm as it slid along her perineum. Then it would go back up.



On this next upward path Karen did more than tease Courtney’s entrance, however. The wily organ delved inside and made Courtney moan louder than she should have as she worked her tongue around the first few inches of her tunnel. Those were the most sensitive parts of her canal, and Karen knew which areas were the most susceptible to teasing. Courtney had to bite down on her lower lip to fight back the moans Karen’s tongue threatened to bring forth.



Warmth spread through Courtney, and a powerful ache formed between her legs. It was a familiar pressure that kept on building inside, threatening to burst free in a sudden and violent rush. Karen withdrew her tongue but replaced it with two of her fingers. They curled upward and pressed against the roof of Courtney channel while her lips wrapped around her clit once again. Karen applied suction to her clit and began to saw her fingers in and out of Courtney’s streaming box.



“Karen,” Courtney gasped. She brought a hand up to her mouth and bit down on her knuckle to combat the moans that tried to claw their way free. Karen’s fingers found Courtney’s G-spot with such ease it seemed almost like cheating. The brunette was not going to complain however, certainly not with her fist shoved halfway in her mouth to stop her lustful groans anyway.



Karen’s lips were pursed narrowly over Courtney’s clit as she sucked on the little bud. She widened them and her tongue came out to join in once again. Karen continued to saw her fingers in and out of Courtney’s pussy, making sure that she rubbed her G-spot as she did, while she circled her clit with her tongue like some sort of bird of prey. The tip came across diagonally and brushed against the swollen bud, and Courtney lurched up against her.



Karen grinned to herself as she felt Courtney’s hold on her hair tighten. She was making Courtney lose control. She was making her forget to baby her for the first time in months. Right now she was just Karen, not the girl who had been raped, and Courtney wanted her tongue on her clit. Karen lovingly teased around the firm bud, and occasionally allowed the tip to brush against it. Courtney would gasp and buck every time, and her grip on Karen’s hair remained tight.



Karen flattened her tongue out and pressed it against Courtney’s clit. Courtney began to rock against her tongue while Karen continued to work her fingers in and out of her pussy. Karen rubbed her tongue against Courtney’s clit, matching the unconscious motions of her friend’s hips. Courtney had her eyes shut now and her head was craned back. Her grip on Karen’s hair stayed tight, the only thing she wanted in that moment was for her tongue to remain on her clitoris. At that moment that point of contact was the most important thing in Courtney’s world.



The little thrusts of her hips grew faster and faster in competition with her rising need to orgasm. Courtney could feel her heart beating fast and the tingling sensation she had been feeling seemed to intensify suddenly. She felt her legs and abdomen tensing, and suddenly she seized up. Karen kept up her tonguing of her clit until Courtney gave a guttural moan and came. She felt the characteristic clenching of Courtney’s pussy around her fingers as she came, and her eyes cast upward to watch the orgasm unfold.



Courtney twisted on her bed, her hand flying away from her mouth and gripping the comforter tight as she gritted her teeth. Her breathing came out raggedly and her chest thrust upward, pushing her burgeoning breasts up in the air as her turgid nipples strained towards the ceiling. It was one of the most beautiful things Karen had ever seen, and she had made it happen. She slid her hands up Courtney’s torso and cupped her breasts as her friend continued to shake and shudder on the bed above her.



Karen kissed Courtney’s mound softly and trailed kisses up to her twitching abdomen. Courtney drew Karen upward and the raven haired girl crawled onto the bed. Their lips met once again and the two girls smiled into the kiss as Courtney’s breathing slowly returned to normal. Their tongues found each other and Courtney tasted herself on Karen’s. Her hand went through her still damp hair and pulled her mouth to hers tight. They shared a long, deep kiss as Courtney rolled and took Karen with her.



Now on top, Courtney began a similar pilgrimage to the one Karen had made. They kissed as Courtney’s hands slid along Karen’s bare torso and went over her breasts. She drew her mouth away and brought her lips to her jawline. Karen giggled as Courtney’s lips tickled her and then gasped as her thumbs flicked over her sensitive nipples. Courtney brought her mouth to Karen’s neck and kissed her there gently, and slid a hand downward.



It slid along Karen’s stomach and the tips of her finger brushed against the elastic waistband of her panties. They slid under the soft cotton and through Karen’s pubic hair to her slit. That’s when the problems began. Courtney continued to kiss Karen’s neck, and playfully nibbled on the flesh as she made her way down to her shoulder. Her hand went further into Karen’s panties, her knuckles pressing up against the white cotton panties as her fingers slid along her friends pussy lips.



“Courtney…” Karen said.



Courtney hummed. “You’re so beautiful,” she told her.



Karen felt fear rise inside of her as Courtney’s fingers ran along her slit.



“Courtney, stop…” Karen said. “Stop!” she shouted.



She pulled away and covered her face with her hands. Courtney looked at her with sad and confused eyes. Karen’s heart was hammering and she felt the urge to cry. She was huddled in the corner of where her bed met the wall, with her legs bent and her feet pressed up against her defensively.



“Karen, are you okay?” Courtney asked gently. She stayed where she was, worried to frighten her friend further by moving.



Karen drew her hands away from her face and she began to calm down as she realized where she was. It had been different when she was the one giving the pleasure. She had been in control then. Being touched had triggered memories, things best left forgotten but that demanded to be remembered. She reached forward and took Courtney’s hand. She crawled over to her and sat beside her. The two said nothing as Karen settled against Courtney as her friend wrapped a protective arm around her.



“I’m sorry,” Karen said.



“It’s okay,” Courtney replied. “We can do it whenever you’re ready.”



“But I am ready,” Karen said. “I don’t want them to have power over me anymore,” she said. Frustration entered her tone. “I want to be able to do this with you. I want to be able to feel good again. I want to be me again,” she said bitterly.



They were quiet for a long time as they sat huddled together in the corner of Courtney’s bed.



“Have you been able to masturbate?” Courtney asked.



Karen nodded. “A little bit… sometimes in the shower. I haven’t finished, but it feels good. That’s why I thought I was ready.”



An idea occurred to Courtney. “What if I help you?” she asked. It was one of the things Rob did to her on occasion when she felt in need of extra intimacy rather than raw carnality.



“What do you mean?” Karen asked.



“You can lie back against me,” she replied, “and you can show me exactly how to touch you.”



“That could work,” Karen agreed. She would still be in control, but it would be Courtney’s touch.



“Let’s try it then,” Courtney said. “If you’re okay…”



Karen nodded. “I think I’m okay.”



The girls repositioned themselves. Courtney got all her pillows into a pile and leaned back against it with her legs parted. Karen removed her panties and got settled in between Courtney’s legs. She leaned back against her, and rested her head back on Courtney’s shoulder. Her breasts pressed into Karen’s back and she stayed still as she felt Courtney’s chest rise and fall in time with her breathing. Karen shut her eyes as though she were alone and reached for Courtney’s hands.



Karen’s hands slid over Courtney’s and she guided them to where she wanted them. One went up to her right breast while the other went down to her thigh. Courtney allowed herself to be controlled by her puppeteer, and Karen led her through the usual start of her masturbation sessions. She felt Karen press her hand against hers at her breast and so Courtney pressed down on the firm swell. Karen exhaled softly as she guided Courtney’s motions until she was massaging her breast in just the way she would.



Next she had Courtney rub the inside of her leg. Her palm was soft on the smooth flesh and Karen widened her legs slightly as she directed the hand to her center. Karen had continued shaving herself in the same manner she always had, and as Courtney’s hand grew closer her fingers brushed against the outer folds of Karen’s sex. Karen kept her eyes shut and let a fantasy build. She thought of earlier, when Courtney had still been in her costume and she had just gotten her corset off.



Courtney felt Karen relaxing against her and maintained the rhythmic motions of her hands at her breast and between her legs. In Karen’s fantasy she pushed Courtney over her desk and knelt behind her. Courtney felt Karen’s breathing quickening and the extra pressure she applied to her hand over her breast. She squeezed down harder and a soft moan of pleasure escaped her friend. In her fantasy, Karen pulled Courtney’s leather pants down to her knees and exposed her shapely backside to her.



The image made Karen hot, and she increased the pace of her fingers at her pussy. Or rather, Courtney’s fingers; it was becoming harder and harder to differentiate the two. Courtney felt Karen press more firmly back against her and saw her mouth open as she began to breathe more heavily. Fantasy-Karen had her mouth up between Courtney’s legs, and her sweet juices were trailing down her chin and the inside of her thighs. Karen groaned softly, and squeezed her breast over Courtney’s hand.



Courtney followed the silent direction and tightened her grip on Karen’s breast. She kept the pace Karen had set between her legs, though Karen had largely relinquished control to Courtney there and was essentially just holding her hand over Courtney’s at this point. Her fantasy-self had her tongue deeply ensconced inside Courtney’s wet trench, and her nose was buried in the cleft of her ass as her friend ground herself back against her wiggling organ.



Karen pressed against two of Courtney’s fingers and pushed her hips forward. It took Courtney a moment to understand what Karen wanted, but when she did she slid two of her fingers past her tight opening and into her hot, wet channel. Karen moaned softly and pushed herself up against Courtney’s fingers. The first fantasy dissolved, now she was back much further reliving the last time they had been fully together. It had been Christmas break the previous year, and Courtney was gleaming beneath her.



“Courtney…” Karen sighed softly.



Courtney felt her cheeks grow warm and her pussy ache at the lustful note in Karen’s voice as she said her name in that dreamy voice. In her memory informed fantasy, Karen was rubbing her hands along Courtney’s gleaming form, giving her a massage before once again bringing her mouth to her pussy. With Courtney’s juices still fresh on her tongue it was not difficult for Karen to imagine how it would taste. Her hips rocked more hurriedly against Courtney’s fingers as they moved inside of her.



Karen guided Courtney’s fingers along her breast to her nipple and squeezed. Getting the idea, Courtney pressed down against the firm point and Karen moaned in approval. She remembered the way Courtney had cum when she had slipped her tongue past her anus, and how she had pulled her against her while shaking uncontrollably. Her motions became more frantic with her hips and Courtney increased the urgency with which she fingered her.



As she approached the finish Karen’s fantasies faded away and she was just in the moment. Courtney’s fingers worked in and out of her pussy while her other hand manipulated her breast masterfully. Karen kept her eyes shut and focused on the press of her friends body against hers, and became aware of the gentle thrusting motions of Courtney’s hips. Karen pushed back against her and Courtney’s thumb went up to her clit unguided.



The motion might have startled Karen at one point but right now she was too far gone to experience anything but pleasure. When her orgasm came, it came hard. A surge of pleasure starting somewhere in her center and radiating up her spine, sending vibrations through her body until she was humming like a tuning fork. A distinct note of pleasure was in the moan that she released, and she stiffened against Courtney.

Karen’s thighs clamped together and trapped Courtney’s hand between them. Her pussy clutched around her fingers, and squeezed them tight as a flow of her nectar ran over them. Her spine curled back against Courtney in an arch of triumph and her hands tightened over hers as she was flooded with a pleasure she had not known for months. It made her giddy and excited, but it also exhausted her. She lay back against Courtney, and felt a general sense of ‘good’ wash over her as little crests continued to crash over her.



When it was finally over Karen was sleepy and grinning happily as she lay back against Courtney. Her friend drew her fingers out from her and Karen watched as she took them into her mouth and sucked them clean. Courtney grinned at her around her fingers as she held them naughtily in her mouth.



“I think that worked,” Courtney said.



Karen smiled contentedly. “Very well,” she agreed.



She rolled and pressed herself over Courtney. They kissed and laughed together happily beneath the covers. They positioned themselves to sleep, both of them laying on their sides and facing one another. Their mouths came together again and again in soft little kisses before Karen slowly and finally, fell into a truly restful slumber. Courtney held her for a long time, the ache between her legs still there, and her excitement and happiness preventing her from falling asleep.



This was a far better reason to be kept awake than what had been keeping her from sleep as of late. Courtney held Karen fondly, and felt her breath against her neck as her head tilted forward and she nuzzled in against her. Eventually, however, peace left her. She thought about what Brianna had said, and despite herself began to fear the truth in what Brianna had said.



Had she truly given Rob no other option? Had he only allowed this because he feared what her response would be if he hadn’t? Or worse, had they both been blind to the potential repercussions of what they were now engaged in? Had Courtney inadvertently led them down a path that led only to pain? Surely there was a way out of it. It was unacceptable that something that brought so much comfort, that this lovely thing that brought so much peace should lead to anything but joy.



Eventually Courtney’s own tiredness exceeded her desire to stay awake, and as she looked happily upon the peaceful face of her friend she fell asleep. Her final thought as she slipped into sleep was that she must find a solution.



Even if she did not yet know what that solution was.


***Courtney drew back and this time she allowed his shaft to leave her mouth. Silvery tendrils of saliva and pre-cum bridged the gap between her lips and his bulbous cock head. This little web was broken as Courtney shifted back onto the bed and Rob followed her. He stepped out of his jeans and kicked away his boxer shorts as he climbed onto the bed with her. He took hold of her black panties and drew them down her legs.



Rob took her foot and lifted it. He kissed the inside of her ankle and her calf, smiling at Courtney as he descended down her limb.



“Please Rob,” Courtney moaned. “No teasing. Just fuck me. I want it so bad,” she told him.



Rob arched his eyebrows at her. “Well, aren’t we romantic?”



Courtney grinned sheepishly. “Work was stressful. They didn’t let me know if I was staying on until the end of the day,” she explained. “I just need release.”



Rob settled between her legs. “Don’t girls usually like foreplay?” he asked.



“You asked me to move into you,” she said. “That’s like emotional porn. I’m dripping wet for you right now,” she replied.



Rob’s hand went up between her legs and confirmed what she said was true.



“Jesus,” he said. “Would you have just came on the spot if I’d asked you to marry me?” he asked jokingly as he ran his fingers along her sex.



Courtney laughed. “I probably would have turned and run.”



“Ouch,” Rob said as he kissed her neck.



“Not ready for that yet,” she said simply.



Rob laughed softly. “Neither am I,” he told her. “We can put that discussion off for a while. I’m still in school.”



Courtney nodded and kissed him. “It would be you,” she told him. “I mean… if I were to get married I would want it to be you.”



Rob smiled at her. “I certainly hope so,” he said teasingly.



Courtney smacked his shoulder playfully. “You know what I mean. You’re the only guy I have ever considered it ever happening with.”



Rob looked at her for a moment with deep affection before bringing his mouth down to hers. They kissed and Rob settled between her legs. The head of his cock slid along her slit as he searched for her entrance. Courtney hummed pleasurably as his head slid past her opening and the familiar sensation of him filling made her heart quicken in anticipation.



“Hard and fast, or slow and sensual?” he asked as he bottomed out inside of her.



Courtney liked this game. She liked being given options.



“Hard and fast,” she said. “But I want cuddles afterward.”



“Hard and fast, and then cuddles,” Rob repeated. “Coming right up.”



Courtney laughed and pulled him into another kiss as his hips began to move. He gripped the back of her thighs and spread her wide as the pace of his thrusts increased. Rob pushed her legs back, tilting her pelvis such that his cock dragged against her G-spot as he thrust into her. Courtney’s hands came up and she held onto her legs while Rob brought his hands to her waist and began to thrust into her powerfully. It was a steady, hard fuck that made Courtney groan.



Rob used long, sawing strokes as he pumped his shaft in and out of her. Courtney could feel the ridges of his shaft running against the inner walls of her sex, and she released her hold on her legs to grip onto the bed sheets beneath her. Her legs wrapped around him, going high up his back as he took her roughly. Rob reached forward, bracing his hands on either side of her head as he bucked his hips forward and then swung them back in preparation of the next stroke.



The bed creaked as Rob started to bear down on her. Her arms went above her head and she gripped the headboard above her. Courtney’s breasts wobbled from the force of Rob’s thrusts, and she gazed up at him challengingly as he endeavored to perform the pleasurable task she had set for him. When she said ‘hard and fast’ she meant she wanted to be dominated. She wanted him to take the considerable strength at his disposal and unleash it on her in a lust filled fury.



Before Rob, Courtney had never trusted a guy to let go of control like that. She had always been on top, and she had always controlled the pace. That had changed the very first time they had been together. She had been stoned and drunk, and he had taken charge of the situation. Ever since then she always tried to get him to fully let go, to become totally unhinged and take her in the way only he could. The way that made her scream in lust and claw at the sheets.



It was the animal in him she wanted. That carnal piece that had drawn them together originally, and had sustained them long enough for Courtney to get past her emotional hang ups. Some might have thought the response to have after agreeing to move in together would be a romantic, slow romp in the bedroom filled with caresses and gentle kisses, but that was not for them. That would come later, when the initial excitement and intensity of emotion faded.



Right now Rob was pummelling with her hips while gazing into her eyes. Courtney’s breaths came out as groans and the bed creaked in protest to the violence of the motions occurring on top of it. Rob reached forward and grabbed her by the elbows. He pushed her arms against the mattress and Courtney looked up at his torso as it moved above. Rob thrust hard, and turned up the intensity in just the way Courtney liked it.



Courtney’s eyes were glazed with lust and half-hooded as she looked up at him dazedly. Her hands squeezed tight around the spokes of the headboard and her legs leveraging her own thrusts upward to meet his downward lunges. Though he was definitely taking her hard Courtney knew from experience that he was just getting warmed up. When he was at his max she could barely formulate thoughts and all she could do was try not to scream too loud in pleasure.



Usually she failed.



Rob drove into her and she slid her legs along his back. Their bodies were becoming slick with sweat from the heat that the intensity of their motions created. Courtney gazed at Rob’s gleaming abdominal muscles and chest as he bucked into her. A sight of masculine beauty and strength made all the more profound by the hunger in his eyes as he kept his gaze locked on hers. The determination and the desire in them made Courtney want to cum for him, and just as that desire came the early indicators of an orgasm began to tease her scope of awareness.



There was the shallowness of breathing, the tingling at the joint of her legs, and the raised heart rate. Most of all there was the incredible amount of heat her body seemed to be radiating. She was so hot. Sweat shone on her brow and between her wobbling breasts. A line of it ran up the center of her abdomen and along the light definition of her abdominal muscles. Her underarms shone with it and her arms were slick in Rob’s grasp.



Courtney was not the only one sweating, however. Rob’s forehead was beaded with perspiration and a one of those beads was trailing down his temple. His breathing was labored as he maintained a punishing pace, and his heart beat hard in his chest as he bucked into her. His hips continued to pummel her, the point of their union becoming soaked with their joint fluids and sweat. Rob’s back shone with sweat from his tailbone up to the underside of his shoulder blades.



Rob saw the flush bloom along her stomach, breasts, and neck characteristic of her rising arousal and approaching peak. She squeezed the spokes of the head board tight, and her thighs clenched around him involuntarily. Her muscles all seemed to be tensing up in preparation of the release that was eminent. The flush on her breasts became brighter and her eyes became wide as she hit the plateau of intense arousal that always preceded her orgasm.



Then it came.



The plateau of elevated arousal served as the spring board to her climax. It was the most intense state of physical pleasure Courtney could achieve, and it made cry out in blissful agony as its convulsions hit her. They ran through her entire body, but were strongest in her pussy which squeezed down on Rob’s turgid shaft as he held it deep inside of her. Her legs tensed around him and her arms flexed as she held onto the head board in a death grip.



Courtney’s spine curled as her climax ripped through her. Her breathing came in labored pants and her eyes shut as warm euphoria washed over her. The initial contractions became weaker and less frequent and her body relaxed back against the mattress. Rob began to move his hips once more, making Courtney moan as his shaft slid inside her sensitive channel. Initially he was gentle, however the intensity of his thrusts increased as she began to thrust her hips back up against him once more.



Rob rolled her over onto her side and pushed her top leg forward to open her up as he re-entered her. Courtney was not sure what to grip as this happened, and wound up with one hand clamped around his forearm and the other squeezing onto the edge of the mattress. Rob pressed down onto her hip and pushed his cock into her steadily. With Courtney the best way to ensure she reached multiple orgasms was to vary the type of stimulation she received which was why he had changed their positioning.



With Courtney on her side Rob was able to squeeze her flushed breasts and tease her turgid nipples. The side of Courtney’s sweaty face pressed against the cool mattress, and moans escaped her as she was pushed towards another orgasm. Rob loved to watch her face as it contorted into an expression of desperate pleasure just before she achieved her orgasm. Then there was the brief moment where she looked surprised, as though she was perpetually amazed that she was capable of achieving orgasm. Then those lovely features would twist into an expression of such beautiful and pure lust it made Rob ache with love and desire.



Courtney had not gone back below her usual plateau level that she reached before spiking into climax. Rob kept her elevated, he kept her teetering. He lifted her top leg and braced it against his chest as he began to saw into her more fiercely in long deep strokes that hit deep inside of her. Those broad motions sent exquisite sensations through her. Rob squeezed her leg tight and bucked his hips into her. One of his hands reached down to the site of their union, and found her clit nestled in the wet folds of her sex.



“Ahn!” Courtney cried. He began to rub her clit as he continued to draw his full length in and out of her sex. When she came next it was a long, deep orgasm that sent a low rumble through her body and made her moan long and loud. Rob felt her squeezing around him as the surges of pleasure from her orgasm caused her body to twist and writhe as she lay on her side.



It was a different sort of pleasure to the first. This one was centered on her clit and seemed to radiate out from that central hub along the pathways of her nervous system. The pleasure radiated out to her finger tips and made everything tingly. Rob watched her toes clench and the tendons in her neck strain as she clawed at the bed sheets. His hand ran along the sweaty inside of her quivering thigh as the muscles clenched and relaxed beneath the surface of her skin.



Rob released her leg and she lowered it to the bed as he turned her over. Courtney was still breathing shallowly as he pulled her up onto all fours and slid into her from behind. Oh God, Courtney thought with a shudder as he worked his cock deep inside her still quivering pussy. Everything else up to this point had been child’s play for Rob. From behind was the position that unlocked the most deeply held carnal urges contained within him.



Rob’s hands slid up along her flank, as though to reassure her of her ability to take what he was about to unleash upon her. Courtney trembled excitedly at his touch as his fingers ran along her ribcage and went around beneath her to cup her breasts. He gave them each a squeeze, and then released them. It was almost as if he was trying to draw her attention to all the different parts of her body before he began to thrust into her.



Rob’s hands came around to her gleaming back and ran down the warm flesh all the way to her upturned ass. He squeezed the buns and spread them, eyeing the line of sweat that ran from her coccyx to the center of her spine. His hands slid forward once more and he took a hold of her hips. Courtney felt his shaft slide out from her until just the head remained inside her. Then he lunged forward.



“Ahn!” Courtney cried. Rob smacked her ass which made her groan and her legs tremble from a near orgasm. It was not hard, but it was firm enough to sting in the most pleasurable of ways. He pulled back and grunted when he lunged forward against. Her body reeled forward and she cried out again as he drove his entire length into her with a single motion. He delivered another spank, this time to her other buttock. Again Courtney’s legs trembled and a trickle of her pussy’s sweet nectar trailed down the inside of her thigh.



Rob eased his cock out from her once more, and the head remained perched at her entrance before being forced back in with great force. A spank did not come this time, instead Rob wound up for another forceful thrust and delivered it in one smooth motion. His hands gripped her hips tight as she began to buck into her with purposeful intent. Her breasts swayed as the pace of his thrusts increased and collided with each other as he began to ram into her from behind.



Courtney’s body shook from the force of the impact with his. He began to pull her back against him as he thrust forward into her. Rob’s hand collided with her buttock sharply and made Courtney groan. It was a firm smack, and it sent shivers up her spine. He did not miss a beat with his thrusts, and his cock continued to knock against the back of her vaginal canal with each and every thrust. Rob’s thick shaft slid in and out of her, impacting her G-spot again and again as he pummeled her with his hips.



Rob pushed his hips into her and reached upward. He wrapped her loose hair around his hand and pressed it against her shoulder as he redoubled his efforts. Courtney half-wished he would pull on it as he fucked her, but the little bit of tension she got by pushing her head away from his grip was enough to satisfy that urge somewhat. She would have to tell him about that when she was capable of formulating expressions of desire that were not throaty moans and high cries.



Rob fucked her hard and he fucked her fast, just like she had asked him to. An intense sensation began to form around her center, a pulsing at her center that seemed to promulgate throughout her body and radiate out to her extremities. With every thrust it became more intense, as if every time his body collided with hers and made her teeth knock together he was also sending a surge of pleasure directly up her spine and through her nervous system.



Eventually one of those surges caused Courtney’s body to seize up in an exquisite release of tension. Her body shook and Rob felt her nectar trail down along his scrotum as he pushed his hips up into her and held himself inside. The force of her climax drove Courtney’s upper body to the mattress, and her breasts squashed against the mattress as her muscles tensed and relaxed in powerful convulsions that ran through her body.



Courtney’s sweaty back gleamed in the low light of the setting sun that came through the window. Her body twitched and shook as her orgasm made its way through her. Rob kept his hold on her hair and was bent over her, pushing her down against the mattress as he began to fuck her once more. It did not take long for Courtney to reach another orgasm, but it was less powerful than the previous and Rob kept thrusting into her through it.



Courtney’s mind became foggy as Rob mercilessly worked his cock in and out of her. Her face pressed against the bed as a steady stream of moans left her. She was shaking almost constantly now, and a flow of her nectar ran down the inside of her thighs as another orgasm washed over her. Rob pushed his cock deep inside of her and gave her a firm spank.



“Oh shit!” she groan. The spank seemed to dislodge something inside of her that made her earlier orgasms seem small. Her toes curled tight and she pushed back against his cock, arching her back like a cat stretching while her muscles tensed up and her pussy contracted around his throbbing organ.



Courtney’s lower body collapsed onto the mattress as she hugged a pillow to her chest and bit down on the corner of hit to fight back the scream of ecstasy that tried to burst free. Rob’s cock ached to release his load then but he was not yet done with her so he squeezed his prostate and tried to ignore how absolutely incredible she looked writhing on the bed in front of him, and how amazing her pussy felt around him.



Rob ran his hand along her back and grabbed the pillow she had clung to as her orgasm reached its peak. He slid it beneath her hips to raise her ass in the air, and then he leaned forward to press his weight against her. Courtney’s breasts squashed roughly against the mattress. They flattened out beneath her and peaked out on either side of her back. With her arms outstretched and gripping the edge of the mattress, Courtney braced herself for the next barrage.



Rob started off strong, making Courtney moan as he plowed into her from behind. The sound of their flesh slapping together served as the percussion to Courtney’s melody of sin, with Rob’s heavy breathing serving as the bass to her treble. The bed rocked as he thrust into her, and the headboard banged against the wall. They had wound up rearranging the room so that the bed pressed against the wall separating the bedroom from the living room of his apartment rather than into the kitchen of the one next door in the hopes that they would disturb the neighbors less.



So far the results had been mixed.



Even when taking her like this there was a sense of tenderness to Rob’s touch. The way he held her shoulder was firm but intimate. The way he pressed his hair wrapped hand against the base of her neck, however, was all lust. Courtney wanted it to be pulled, she had to have it pulled while he did this to her. She could not wait to ask him calmly in their post-coital cuddle when she usually would have. This need had come on suddenly and she needed to express it.



“Pull it,” she gasped.



“What?” Rob asked starting to retreat. He thought she had told him to pull ‘it’ out, which seemed counterintuitive.



“My hair,” Courtney said breathlessly. “Pull it.”



One thing Rob was good at was going with the flow when it came to Courtney asking for new things. So when she asked him to pull her hair he did. Her head tilted back as he pulled her hair towards him. He had a big enough handful to distribute the force over her scalp so it was not painful, perhaps a touch uncomfortable but a in a good way. Like when he spanked her. It just added to the control Rob had over her as he began to thrust into her once more.



Courtney’s moans trumpeted out into the room as Rob began to take her hard once again. His other hand came back to pressed against her hip as he thrust into her. As he drove into her, Rob maintained the tension on her hair and Courtney soon felt an orgasm rising up. He lowered himself down on top of her and began to thrust raggedly, and Courtney realized he was hitting his peak as well. His hold on her hair got rougher and her head was forced further back, which set Courtney off.



“Gah!” Courtney wailed as she came. Rob’s hips drove into her and his breathing became ragged before becoming a low, guttural groan as he lunged forward and held his cock inside of her. His cum began to flow inside of her quivering pussy, and he pushed her head forward into the mattress as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. Courtney’s teeth closed around the edge of the comforter as her face was pushed into the bed, which muffled her long moans of lust as a powerful orgasm rippled through her.

Rob kept lunging into her, and his cum filled her channel. His balls drained inside of her and as it did his hold on her hair became slack. Courtney and Rob breathed heavily together as he lay on top of her. His hips bucking weakly as the last surges of pleasure went through his body. Courtney trembled from the aftershocks of her climax, and a thin film of sweat covered her face as she came down at last from her heightened state of arousal.



Courtney giggled and Rob joined her in her laughter. He kissed her shoulder and her neck.



“Jeez, that got you hot,” he said.



Courtney smiled as he kissed her cheek. “I don’t know what came over me. I just suddenly wanted you yanking on my hair.”



“So, spanking and yanking,” Rob said. “My girlfriend’s a total kink.”



Courtney laughed. “Not as bad as Amy,” she said before realizing she had said too much.



“Oh really?” Rob asked. He rolled them onto their sides so that they were spooning, commencing the ‘cuddle’ portion of Courtney’s prescribed pre-dinner regimen.



Courtney did not elaborate.



“Oh come on,” Rob said. “You just can’t drop that on me and not say anything.”



“I shouldn’t have mentioned it,” Courtney said. “It was girl talk, I can’t share girl talk.”



Rob ran his hand along her flank and cupped her breast from behind. He squeezed it gently and rolled the nipple between his fingers.



“Tell me,” he said gently. “Come on, I won’t tell her you told me.”



Courtney still refused to be forthcoming.



“If you don’t tell me I’ll make something up and ask her about it,” he said.



Courtney rolled over. “You wouldn’t!”



“‘Hey Amy, Courtney mentioned you like putting ice cubes up your butt, is that true? And how can I convince her to do it too?’” Rob asked teasingly.



“Rob…” Courtney said dangerously. “I swear to God…”



“Then tell me one thing,” he said.



Courtney frowned. “Well, she likes the hair pulling.”



“I figured that out already,” he said.



“Alright, she likes toys too,” she said.



“What kind of toys?” Rob asked.



“Like vibrators or whatever. She puts it in one hole while Wayne uses the other,” she said.



“We’ve done that,” Rob said. “Tell me something she likes that you haven’t tried.”



“She likes to be blindfolded and tied up,” Courtney said. “With a gag. Is that explicit enough?”



“She told you that?” Rob asked.



Courtney nodded. “When I was doing her hair for her.”



“She just mentioned that she likes to be tied up?” Rob asked.



“Well, I might have said some things to lead her down that road,” Courtney confessed.



“What do you mean?” Rob asked.



“I told her that I like it when you hold me down, and I was kind of worried that it was weird,” she replied. “So she told me about the tying up thing. She says it’s all about control. She’s a lot smaller than Wayne so he could basically control the entire relationship in the bedroom anyway, but she said she likes giving him that added layer because she trusts him,” Courtney explained. “She ties him up too, which she really likes because she doesn’t normally get that kind of power over him. I don’t think she gags him though.”



Rob nodded. “That explains why I can only hear Wayne sometimes,” he replied. “I thought Amy was shy about being overheard.”



Courtney grinned. “She’s definitely not shy when it comes to sex, at least not when she’s talking to a friend. Don’t tell her I said anything though, alright?”



“What about you?” he asked.



Courtney paused. “It’s not that I don’t trust you,” she said, “but I don’t think I could ever get into that. You holding me down is enough for me.”



“And would you want to tie me up?” Rob asked.



Courtney grinned. “Would you like to be tied up?” she asked.



“Don’t know,” Rob said. “I wouldn’t be able to touch these whenever I liked,” he said as he slid his hands over her breasts.



“They do like your hands,” she said.



“They do?” Rob asked.



Courtney nodded. “They told me so, but I wasn’t supposed to say.”



“Naughty girl,” Rob said with a grin.



“Rob, Courtney! Dinner!” Amy shouted from the kitchen.



“Hmm…” Rob said. “Time to eat.”



“Don’t you dare mention anything,” she told him.



“I won’t,” Rob promised with a sly grin.



“Rob…” Courtney said.



“I promise,” Rob said more seriously. “I’ll give you a present to prove my sincerity.”



Courtney eyes lit up at the prospect. Rob went over to his jeans and reached into his pocket. He retrieved his purchase from the jewellery store which he had taken out of the box to put the key in, which in hindsight had been a foolish idea. He withdrew the earrings he had bought for Courtney and brought them over to her.



“Think of them as a house warming present,” he said.



Courtney’s eyes widened as she looked at them. “They’re beautiful Rob,” she said wondrously.



They were made of white gold and pearl. They were stud earrings that she could wear at work but also looked really pretty. She swapped them for the cheap pair with false gems that she had in, and then the two got redressed. Amy immediately complimented Courtney on the earrings, which made Rob feel good about his choice and brought a smile to Courtney’s face. The four of them shared dinner and discussed the move out.



After the dinner the two couples went to their respective bedrooms. Wayne was playing in the annual Thanksgiving day football match against their school’s rival the following day, and Amy was determined to give him a good night’s rest. The other two watched a movie on the couch for the ‘cuddles’ Courtney desired. Rob noted to Courtney as they watched the movie that Amy’s voice was noticeably absent from the noises coming from Wayne’s bedroom, and the two laughed at the implication.


***”Do I?” Rob asked. He scribbled something else down onto the page.



“Yes,” she replied as her hand slid down his stomach. “You need to study the thermodynamics of you being on top of me.”



Courtney’s breasts pressed against his back and her hand went to his groin. She saw Rob begin to draw a new diagram using stick figures. One had large round shaped protuberances from its upper torso and hair drawn onto it.



Courtney laughed. “Is that supposed to be me?” she asked.



Rob grinned. “You’re right,” he said erasing the breasts he had drawn. “They should be bigger.”



Courtney came around and sat in his lap. She watched as he drew his lewd diagram.



“I don’t have an ass?” she asked with a pout.



“Do you want to draw it?” he asked.



Courtney took the pencil from him and flipped the page he was on over. Rob watched as she drew a female figure on her back and a male figure between her legs. Courtney could draw very well, and she started to add more detail like the tattoo running up along her side.



“See,” she said. “There’s boobs and a tush,” she pointed with the end of her pencil at both. “And you’re here,” she said. She began to add detail, most notably a large phallus shape jutting out from the male figures body. “And you’re going to…” She drew an arrow going forward and an arrow going backward. “And I’m going to…” She drew a speech bubble above her head and wrote ‘Oh God I’m cumming!’ inside.



“What do you think?” Courtney asked.



“I like it but it’s missing something,” Rob replied.



“What?” Courtney asked.



Rob took the pencil and drew a speech bubble over his own head. He wrote ‘Me too!’.



Courtney smirked and kissed him.



Karen watched the exchange from her seat on the floor in the living room. She saw the smile on Courtney’s face and heard the couple’s laughter as they shared a private moment of flirtation. Karen felt obtrusive but could not look away. She wished she had something like that. She certainly did not begrudge Courtney her relationship with Rob, but she wished that she had her own guy to be with like that. She realized suddenly that it was not her own guy that she wanted, it was her guy. Courtney’s guy.



Rob.



Karen felt herself blush and a sense of worry came over her. It was not Rob making her feel like that. It was Courtney she told herself. Her feelings for Rob were strictly friendly and that was where they belonged. Karen heard Rob laugh and looked up to see Courtney adding to whatever they were drawing. She wondered what it would be like to have his hand going through her hair like it was going through Courtney’s at that moment.



Karen forced herself to look away and focus on the answer Amy was giving her to the question on the flashcard. There was a scraping of chair legs along the floor and she looked up to see Rob cradling Courtney in his arms and lifting her. Her friend’s hands went to the back of his head and she drew him into a kiss as they left the dining room. Amy saw Karen looking over her shoulder and turned around.



“Another break?” Amy asked in a joking ‘mom’ voice as Courtney made out with Rob while he carried her towards his bedroom.



Courtney flipped her the bird from over Rob’s shoulder as she kept her mouth fused with his. They disappeared into Rob’s bedroom and Karen turned her attention back to Amy. The two reviewed for a while and then a noise started. It was soft at first, but Karen recognized it immediately and felt herself blushing. Amy noticed Karen’s expression and grinned.



“They’ll be at it for a while,” Amy said. “It’s best to just try and ignore them.”



Brianna sighed at the loss of her study partner and the distraction the rising volume in Rob’s bedroom created.



“You should have heard them when we were up at the cabin with them,” she said. Brianna had begun referring to herself and Jane as ‘we’, a cute development Karen felt rather astute in noticing. “It sounded like they were rearranging the furniture at times,” she said.



“They literally rearranged the furniture in there,” Wayne said from the lazy boy. “They moved the bed so the headboard would stop beating against the neighbor’s wall.”



This conversation was rather awkward for Karen, especially in the light of the frankly disorienting feelings she was experiencing for Rob at that moment. Her three friends continued to discuss the sexual behavior of Rob and Courtney while the volume inside his bedroom reached a crescendo and Karen heard the unmistakeable sound of Courtney achieving climax. A blush (or was it a flush?) formed on Karen’s cheeks.



“I’m going to get a drink,” she said. She got up from her seated position in front of Amy and went to the kitchen. The lovers’ cries were fainter there but still audible. Karen poured herself a glass of orange juice and swallowed it down. How could the others be so unbothered? Or, why was she so bothered? They were in a relationship, they had sex, why should she feel so weird about it? And why was it so damn warm in the apartment?



Karen was not sure she had answers to any of these questions.



She gulped down her orange juice and then went out onto the balcony. It was cold but her body was burning in a way she had not experienced in a long time. Yearned for things she had not thought she was capable of yet. Karen gulped down the cold air, and was mercifully free of the lust-filled cries of her friend and the creaking of bedsprings.



She was not, however, free from the rising ache inside her.


***”Well,” Rob said. “Look where you’re at now.”



Courtney was by no means immobilized, however her hands were restricted to movement in about a half a foot radius from the spoke she was tied around, which would allow her to maybe get one of her hands to the back of Rob’s head should he deign to kiss her if she strained.



Courtney grinned. “Are you going to punish me?” she asked.



Rob laughed. “Do you want me to?” he asked.



“I think we’re kind of at the point where you’re calling the shots,” she said.



“Hmm…” Rob intoned thoughtfully as he looked at her laying there. He reached forward and grasped the waistband of her panties. Courtney grinned at him and lifted her hips cooperatively as he drew them down her legs.



“Oh, now you’re playing nice,” he said.



“Don’t exactly have a choice do I?” she asked.



“If you want me to untie you just say,” Rob told her seriously.



Courtney smiled at him. “I know,” she said. “I could probably rip free if I pulled hard enough.”



Rob was doubtful of that, but he would not put it past Courtney. She lay on her back, her legs splayed which allowed him to eye the gleaming lips of her pussy. She still had one sock on, but he chose to leave it. Courtney usually wore those long socks when she wore long boots with a skirt or dress, they looked cute peeking out from the top and they stopped her calves from getting chaffed. Rob ran his hand along the shin of her exposed leg, which made her bite down on her lower lip excitedly.



Courtney’s hips rocked and his hands went over them. He caught the bottom of her tank top with his thumbs and drew it upward. She expected him to bring them over her breasts and begin to tease them but instead he left the shirt bunched up just below them. Rob drew away from her again and eyed her for a moment. Now panty-less and her shirt bunched up below her breasts, exposing her toned stomach.



Courtney’s heart was racing just from having him look at her like that when she did not have any way of concealing herself. Her legs rubbed together as a tingling sensation began between her thighs. Rob came forward once more wordlessly and pressed his hand to her stomach. He held it there, kneeling on the mattress and seemed to be feeling the way her breathing caused her diaphragm to expand and contact. He traced the definition of her abdominal muscles with the tips of his fingers and circled her navel teasingly.



“I thought you were going to fuck me,” Courtney said.



“I will,” Rob promised her. “I just want to play a little.”



A shiver of excitement went up Courtney’s spine and she felt herself grow just a little wetter. His hand continued to move along her stomach. Courtney was not sure if it was his words or if she was particularly sensitive in her bound state, but the motions of his fingers along the soft skin of her abdomen was sending shivers of pleasure to all corners of her body.



“I’ll be right back,” Rob said.



“Wait…” she began but he was already off the bed and going to the door.



Courtney lay there, confused and horny. Her heart was beating quickly in her chest and she could hear Rob moving around the apartment. When he arrived he had two familiar friends with him. The first was the seven inch vibrating dildo she had had since she was sixteen. The other was the bullet vibrator the two of them had had fun with at various times and venues. They had never used the first in their play time together, and Courtney’s body temperature went up a notch at the sight of it.



“Where did you find that?” she asked him.



“In with the box you gave me to unpack in the bedroom,” he explained. He had also brought a bottle of massage gel which also acted as a lubricant. Courtney watched as he spread it along the length of her vibrator and reached a gleaming hand forward for her knee. He parted her legs and eyed the gleaming folds of her sex. Rob reached forward with the toy and ran the end of it along her folds before finding her entrance with it and sliding it inside.



Courtney had not used the vibrator for a rather long time, but its shape was familiar inside of her. Just having it inside of her, its presence, made her heart beat a little faster and her breath come in slightly more quickly. She could feel it pressing up against the walls of her sex, filling her with cool plastic when she wanted hot flesh. Rob kept it off and then grabbed the bullet vibrator. He turned it on and then laid between her legs.



Rob set the bullet to a steady vibration and then ran it along her stomach in a similar manner as he had his fingers. Courtney squirmed against the sensations, which caused the toy inside of her to shift inside her channel. Rob brought the toy in his down over her mound, and drew it near her clit. He drew it away as soon as she started feeling the slightest effects of the vibrator on the sensitive bud. Courtney groaned in frustration and tried to shift her hips to bring it back into position, but the vibrations faded away.



Rob ran the toy up along her flank until he came to her tank top. He pushed it up over her breasts, and then brought the vibrator to the underside of one of the firm swells. Rob had it up at a high power, and vibrations ran through the flesh of her breast as he did this. The sensation made her squirm, partially out of irritation at not being delivered a more direct form of pleasure and partially from the pleasure the toy still managed to bring.



Courtney could feel the toy inside of her. It too was a form of teasing. At first she had thought it was some relief because she at least had something to scratch the itch that was aching inside of her. Now, however, she saw that Rob had been playing the long game. Yes, it had provided some temporary comfort, but now all it did was remind her of all the pleasure she was being withheld from her. She ached for his cock, and yet he had not even provided her with the full functionality of the toy.



Courtney realized then that they were coming to the cusp of a long term trend in their relationship. Rob liked to tease and Courtney liked to be teased. This was the culmination of that dynamic, and Courtney was now fully beginning to understand what she was in for. Rob would fuck her like she wanted, but not until her body was screaming its desire for it with every particle that comprised it. He was going to draw this out, and Courtney realized she was really going to need that nap Rob had put into the evening’s itinerary to recover from what he was going to do to her.



Rob lowered the setting of the vibrator as he dragged it along the swell of her breast. It neared her areole and then drifted away. Courtney grunted in frustration and Rob smirked up at her as he slid the toy along her perspiring flesh until it was between her breasts. He rose the intensity of the vibration up once more as he dragged the toy up and down her sternum. Courtney’s body rocked as she desperately sought any sort of direct stimulation to her breasts, but Rob deftly evaded these efforts.



The vibrator hummed more softy once more as he brought the pink bullet onto her breast. He circled the areole from afar, making concentric circles that grew increasingly smaller until he was tracing the border of her areole. Courtney’s nipples were fully engorged. They stood proudly from the apex of her breasts, pleading along with the rest of her body to be given some attention. Rob answered that plea when he brought he toy to her nipple.



“Gah,” Courtney gasped. She was hardly ever this sensitive to stimulation of her nipples, but with the way she was starving for direct stimulation that contact sent ripples of pleasure through her. It did not last long, Rob drew the toy away after giving her just a taste of the water her dehydrated body craved. Courtney whined unhappily and tried to get the stimulation back, but Rob was sliding it around the upper portion of her breast. It went across her upper chest and then over her other breast.



Courtney could feel her juices running down her perineum as he teased her so torturously. Her hips moved and the plastic cock inside of her continued to prod and bump against sensitive spots inside of her without really giving her any much needed stimulation. Rob ran the toy along Courtney’s other breast as he had the first, making smaller and smaller circles as he slowly zeroed in on the turgid nipple straining towards the ceiling.



Courtney’s eyes locked on the toy, willing it to get closer, begging for it to brush against the engorged point even for just a moment so she could feel another moment of real stimulation. They were so focused on the toy in Rob’s hand, in fact, that she missed him reaching down between her legs. As he brought the toy to her nipple he turned the knob at the base of the vibrator inside of her, sending a flood of stimulus through her body.



“Oh!” Courtney cried. She nearly came. From a bit of teasing of her nipples and a well-timed activation of a sex toy she had nearly achieved orgasm. Courtney refused, however, to cum while Rob was still teasing her. It would not do to make this too easy for him. So, Courtney’s toes curled and her arms tightened against the restraints at her wrists, but she did not let go. Rob continued to tease her nipple with the little bullet while the plastic cock hummed torturously inside of her.



Courtney’s hips began to wiggle with renewed urgency as the pink toy in Rob’s hand began to slide down her stomach. It did not take much intuition to know what he was planning, and Courtney’s already swiftly beating heart thudded a little quicker beneath her breast in anticipation. Rob ran the toy along her pubic mound. The shaved flesh was smooth beneath the plastic of the bullet vibrator. He surprised Courtney by spending little time in teasing her with it there and brought it near her clit.



“Uhn!” Courtney groaned. The humming of the toy send vibrations through her clit, which worked as antenna for the rest of her body. Her entire body seemed to buzz along with the vibrator, and Courtney’s shallow breaths became ‘Ohs’ of pleasure. Her hips rocked and bucked, and her chest thrust upward as her pleasure intensified. Rob lay on his stomach in front of her and reached up between her legs. He turned up the vibration of the toy inside of her and took hold of the end.



“Fuck!” Courtney gasped. Her body was flooded with new sensations as Rob began to saw the dildo in and out of her. Its vibrations were out of sync but in harmony with the toy humming near her clit, both toys sending ripples of pleasure through her. They seemed so somehow join and intensify as the crested through her form. Courtney’s brow gleamed with a sheen of sweat and her eyes shut as she braced herself against an onslaught of stimulation.



Rob turned up the intensity of the bullet vibrator and brought it right next to her clit. There was a moment in which Courtney felt weightless, as though she were floating in a pool of water. Then all at once she was submerged in pleasure. She felt her muscles tighten up all around her body. She felt her ass lift up off the bed, and in some distant corner of her mind she could hear her voice crying out in a note of absolute ecstasy.



The pleasure engulfed her like a wave, and Courtney felt her pussy wrap around and squeeze the vibrating false-cock inside of her. She begged Rob internally to push it in as far as it would go so that she could savor every inch of its humming length. Goosebumps rose on her skin and her cries turned to whimpers as her breath was constricted by the pleasure she was drowning in. Courtney’s ass plopped back against the mattress but her climax was not yet over.



Courtney’s legs reached up and wrapped around the source of her pleasure. They tightened around Rob, entrapping the one responsible for the intrusion into her insides. Courtney’s muscles were tight, straining against her bounds so tight that there was no more motion possible. Her breath was stolen from her completely as her pleasure snatched it away, and she reached the apex of her climax. There was an eerie silence within her. Strange because the retorts of the explosions of ecstasy within were met by such silence and stillness without.



Courtney begged with whatever divine power that there might be to make this moment last forever, but her prayer went unanswered as it always did in this moment of rapture. All at once her muscles relaxed and her capacity to breathe was restored. She gasped as if she had been actually drowning and had managed to break the surface. This gasp was followed by an exhale, a sound of intense anger at being torn from that wonderful place of contentment.



Courtney bucked her hips against the toy in Rob’s hand in an attempt to clamber back to anything similar to the paradise that now was now crumbling around her. The goose bumps faded along with the moans, and as she fought to catch her breath a new frustration entered Courtney. Her legs quivered as frustrating memories of ecstasy sent jolts through them. The intruder inside her became what it truly was once more, a cylinder of plastic with batteries that enabled it to rumble. It did not belong there. Rob belonged there, she needed him there.



Rob, however, had a different idea. He left the vibrator deep inside of her and rolled an exhausted Courtney onto her stomach. The brunette watched him from over her shoulder as he squeezed out a line of lube between her buttocks. Courtney hummed as he ran the bullet along the cleft of her ass. Her arms were crossed above her, still bound by the sock which had held up quite well under the strain she had put it under during her climax.



Courtney shut her eyes and lowered her head to the mattress as Rob teased her anus with the toy. The vibrator inside of her continued to rumble, though Rob had turned it down to a low intensity which maintained her arousal but was in no danger of bringing her any orgasms. What made Courtney chew on her lower lip was the bullet in Rob’s hand. He brought it near her gleaming anus and even pressed down on it with the toy, but pulled it away just as it was starting to yield to the pressure.



Courtney lay sweating on the bed, and soft moans escaped her as Rob teased her backdoor with the vibrator. She began to relax; she had been bracing herself for penetration but was eventually lulled into a false sense of security. Rob ran the toy from her perineum to her tailbone, and she curled back against the toy like a pleased cat. She yowled when the next time he put pressure on her sphincter he did not stop as it began to yield and instead slipped inside of her tight rectum.



It slid in with relative ease. She had not been expecting it and so had been relaxed, and the toy was well lubricated. Rob spread her buttocks and tugged at the retrieval string. Her anus widened as the toy started to come out, and then shrunk once more as he pushed it back inside. He released her buttock and left the toy humming inside of her. Rob rolled her back over and Courtney looked at him through hooded eyes. Her eyes were glazed with lust and her face was flushed with arousal.



Rob wiped his hands on his shorts as he stood at the foot of the bed and looked at her thoughtfully for a moment.



“I’ll be right back,” he told her.



Courtney did not protest as he left the room this time, she simply lay there and felt the two plastic invaders rumble inside her. Both chambers were stretched, and the membrane separating them was squeezed together between the two toys. It was impacted with two different sets of vibration, which amplified the intensity of the sensations running through her body. Courtney squirmed against her bounds, and tried to slide her wrists free, but to no avail. She was trapped, and even without him there in the room with her he was teasing her by making her theorize of what he was going to come back with.



Ice cubes? Whipped cream? Courtney could only wonder, and her curious mind began to wander into the place of fantasy. The toys hummed inside of her cheerily, wickedly feeding her body all kinds of stimulation but none of it intense enough to bring her to climax. When Rob finally returned her curiosity was satisfied, and she felt slightly disappointed. He held a pillow in one hand and a blanket in the other.



Rob turned her back onto her back and slid the blanket under her, which felt a lot nicer on her skin than the bare mattress. Courtney watched as he drew his shirt over his head and pulled his shorts down. His cock came free, semi-erect and tantalizing. Rob climbed onto the bed and pulled her further down the bed until her arms were straightened. He slid the pillow beneath her upper back and neck, causing her head to tilt back. Courtney craned her neck up and he came forward to kiss her.



“You okay?” he asked her.



Courtney nodded. “I’m good,” she said. Her breathing was slightly labored, and her brow shone with a fine sheen of sweat.



Rob smiled and kissed her again before moving up the bed and turning to straddle her upstretched arms. Courtney’s head tilted back and Rob came forward. He reached forward and gently gripped the back of her head as he guided the head of his cock to her mouth. There was little for Courtney to do but keep her mouth open and work her tongue along his shaft as he reached forward and took her breasts in his hands. As his erection grew Rob began to sway his hips gently, and Courtney tongue flattened on the floor of her mouth.



Rob tugged at her nipples which made Courtney hum around the member stretching her lips. With her hands tied back she had no control over what he did, however this turned her on for every reason Amy had told her it turned her own. It was a complete release of control to someone she totally trusted. This was an act of submission but it made her feel powerful because she had someone who loved her enough to deserve the trust she was placing in him.



Rob pushed his cock to the back of her mouth and Courtney gagged slightly. He pulled back at the sound and gave Courtney a moment to prepare herself before he tried again. Courtney could still tilt her head, and she did so as he pushed forward once more. This straightened out her throat and allowed him to slide further inside. Courtney had deep throated him often enough to be able to control her gag reflex around his cock, and though it was a different position and the power was titled firmly in his favor, this was not that different than giving him a blowjob.



One advantage to this position, Courtney soon realized, was that Rob could slide his hands all over her body. They went along her stomach and over her breasts. Caressing and squeezing her flesh as he thrust his hips gently against her face. Courtney’s view was blocked of anything apart from his ass and swaying balls, so she shut her eyes and concentrated on the sensations of his hands on her body and his cock in her mouth.



Rob reached forward between her legs and turned the knob at the end of her vibrator. This caused Courtney to moan loudly around his shaft. She moaned even more wantonly as he set the vibrator in her ass to a pulsing rhythm of vibration. Courtney nearly came then, but held off. She desperately wanted to get her hands on him so she could squeeze his ass and play with the balls that kept brushing against her nose and upper lip as he sank his full length into her mouth.



Rob watched Courtney’s throat expand and contract as his hips swayed. He brought his hands up to her breasts and squeezed them. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and felt the vibrations of her moans around his invading shaft. Courtney had something in all orifices. She felt the pulses of the bullet in her ass, the merciless hum of the vibrator inside her pussy, and of course his cock stretching her throat. Rob continued to squeeze the firm swells of her breasts, and tug on the nipples while she was assaulted from pleasure from every direction.

Ever since I was in 6th grade, I was attracted to my best friend’s mom. I had always thought that Kerry would come to me if she wanted anything sexually out of me. I was her son’s only really good friend and she kicked her husband out of the house who was a drunk and a drug addict that clearly didn’t satisfy her in bed. After 5 years with no hint of her wanting me, I decided to better myself.



Up until my senior year I was always a little bit fat and I didn’t give a fuck about my appearance. I thought the fact that I rocked an 8 inch cock that I couldn’t even fit my hand around would be enough for me to get Kerry into bed. But going into my senior year I started hitting to gym and by the time I graduated high school and my 18th birthday rolled around, I nearly had a 6-pack and put up 180 on the bench, which was impressive considering I’m only 5 ft. 8 and couldn’t even bench 100 lbs. when I started. I also noticed my cock was now around 9 inches, which probably resulted from me losing fat on my lower body.



Kerry was the epitome of a Milf. Despite being into her mid 50′s, she was as still as hot as when she was in her 40′s. She had brown hair, green eyes, and was relatively tan. Her best features, however, were her 40 DD tits, which always seemed bigger than her bra size indicated, and her tight ass, which resulted from her hard work at the gym.



I had thought that after graduating high school and being 18, Kerry may finally want me. I had told myself this in the beginning of June. I had gone to Italy and Cancun in June with my family and friends, so I didn’t see Kerry all of June, which didn’t give me a chance to put my plan of seducing her into action. Time come July, things changed.



My mom and Kerry, who were great friends, began hanging out at my house everyday. Kerry’s firm moved to Connecticut, which resulted in her only having to go into the office once a week. So the rest of her week was spent drinking and tanning in my backyard with my mom. If there was one thing I noticed on my vacations with my best friend, Kerry, my mom, and myself, it was that Kerry looked insane in a bathing suit. She was clearly comfortable in her own skin because she would wear bathing suits that girls 30 years younger than her wouldn’t even wear. The top barely covered her nipples, which I realized were quite large, as they always bulged out of her top and the bottoms were normal but she sometimes wore the occasional thong that barely covered any of her ass.



One day I had been on an intense run. Drenched in sweat and fatigued, I ran immediately into the backyard, stripped down to my briefs, and jumped into my pool. I had been completely oblivious to the fact that my mom and Kerry were outside tanning. I quickly noticed Kerry had just sprayed tanning oil onto her mammoth tits, which gave me an instant hard on. Problem was I had no towel, I was wet, I had a boner and. I was in my briefs. I knew that the second I got out of my pool that the outline of my cock would be highlighted by my wet briefs. At first I thought this would be embarrassing, but then I realized this was the perfect opportunity to show my manhood off to Kerry. I waited until Kerry’s eyes were fixated on me and for my mom to be occupied with my dog to get out of the pool. Once she was looking, I just climbed the ladder, walked across the patio, and strolled on into the house and prayed she was looking towards my lower body.



Also being the pervert that I was, I noticed Kerry never came to my house in her bikini. Instead, she utilized my bathroom to change. This allowed me to do 2 things. Kerry almost always wore a thong or g-string to my house. So while her and my mom were outside tanning, I would snatch her underwear and use it to stroke my 9-inch cock until I exploded. I even found it funny as shit because one time I accidently came on them. The 2nd thing I didn’t realize until the same day as the pool incident. As I was sitting in my bedroom, I thought to myself, if she changes back into her bra and underwear after tanning, she has to get naked in my bathroom. This gave me an idea. Just having gotten the new iPhone and knowing it had great video quality, I decided to take one of my old shampoo bottles, empty it out, and cut a small hole into it so the camera could capture Kerry in the nude. I waited until I heard her and my mom coming in to start the video. As she was 5 ft. away from the bathroom I opened the door. I noticed she gave me just a weird look. As she made her way into the bathroom and I into my bedroom, I got an instant hard-on. I locked the door behind me and began stroking my cock.



Just as I was about to cum, there was a knock on my door. I threw on my briefs and shorts, tucking my cock underneath the waistband so it wasn’t visible. It was Kerry.



“Can my son’s best friend give me a hug!”



I responded hesitantly “Yeah of course!”



I never passed up an opportunity to feels Kerry’s massive tits pushing up against my chest. She embraced me more than usual thought. There’s no better feeling then her tits crushing up against my chest. However, my hard cock was pushing right up against her waist. If it wasn’t obvious to her before that she aroused me it was now. She shot me the same look as she walked out the door that she did when I was walking out of my bathroom.



I immediately went into my bathroom. I locked the door behind me and grabbed my phone. I started the video and began stroking my cock. I fast-forwarded to when Kerry got into the bathroom. She played with her tits in the mirror a little bit. Then she began stripping down. Her tits were beautiful. They weren’t saggy at all. Her nipples stuck out about an inch and her areolas were about 2 inches in circumference. In my opinion, the perfect combination. When the took the thong off, I almost cried. She was completely shaved, and she had a great looking pussy. The next part of the video almost gave me a heart attack. She sat down on my toilet and began fingering herself. She started out with two fingers and made her way up to three. I could her from the sound she was moaning. It was inaudible but then I turned up the volume.



“Yeah Henry, stick your fat cock in my pussy you fucking stud! Fuck me harder! Harder! Harder! Holy shit I’m gunna fucking cum!”



Right after those words a stream came out of her pussy and she squirted all over my bathroom. Just as she squirted on video, I came more than I ever had in my life. I must’ve shot a rope of cum about a half a foot in the air I was so aroused.



The next day I got a text message. It was from Kerry. She texted me asking if I could go to her house and attempt to fix the pump for her pool since her son was on tour with his band for the summer and didn’t know who else to ask. I didn’t know if this was sincere or if she wanted an opportunity to get me alone. Either way I still went over to help her. When I got there and rang the doorbell she answered the door.



“Oh hey Henry!”



She wasn’t wearing anything special. Just jeans and a t-shirt. We made small talk and spoke about her son, my best friend, and his band for a little bit, but she didn’t hint at anything, so I proceeded into her backyard to work on her pool pump.



I was about 30 minutes into working on the pool pump when I heard a voice behind me.



“So how big is your cock anyhow Henry?”



I nearly had a seizure. I turn around to see Kerry had changed. She was wearing a light blue sports bra that mad her tits seem like they were 40 HH’s, and she was wearing a white g-string. I couldn’t even think straight so I just stood up and simply replied “What?”



“Don’t play stupid, I saw the bulge in your briefs when you got out of the pool at your house yesterday. How big is it. 7 inches? 8 inches?”



Seeing this as the perfect moment to show off and show Kerry that I wasn’t a bitch and that I would actually fuck her I replied “9 inches actually. And it’s probably too big for you to handle anyhow.”



After saying that her jaw dropped and she started walking towards me. On her way over she grabbed a bottle of oil, which she probably used for tanning in her backyard. I knew exactly where this was going.



“Drop your pants hot shot. I guarantee you don’t make it 6 minutes with me jerking and sucking your cock. If you do, I’ll take you up to my bedroom and let you fuck me.”



Immediately after she said that, my cock felt like rock. She dropped down to her knees, ready to take my dick in her hands. Once my briefs let my cock free, it smacked her in the cheek. I could tell by her eyes she had never dealt with anything of this size. She oiled her hands up and started the timer on her phone. Kerry wrapped her hands around my cock and started stroking it.



“I can’t even fit my hands around this thing holy shit!”



“I guess your ex wasn’t as hung as I am?”



“I don’t even think that prick’s cock was half the size of yours.”



I felt a rush once she started jerking me off. She started off using one hand. She would grip right below the head of my cock, stroke up until her middle finger made it past the tip of the head, then drop her hand back down to the position she started at. She had to keep spitting all over the head of my cock to keep it lubed up. I had to use every force within my body not to cum then and there. I looked down at her phone and realized I was only a minute and a half in.



“I’m a quarter of the way there!”



“Shut up Henry! I’ve never dealt with a cock this big! I know what will shut you up.”



After that she started using both two hands mainly stroking the shaft. I could tell she was trying to make me cum because she was gripping my dick as if it was a baseball bat. I had my eyes closed from the pure bliss of the experience when I felt a change in what was going on. I first looked down at the phone to see I made it 3 minutes so far.



I then looked down at my cock to see Kerry’s mouth bobbing up and down the first couple inches of my dick with both her hands still gliding up and down the rest of it. The feeling of the head of my penis inside her warm mouth was pure ecstasy. I felt weak in my legs when she started blowing me and it was noticeable as my legs started shaking.



“Not so composed now are you my bid dick stud?”



“We’ll see who’s really about to lose their composure in a minute.”



By Kerry calling me her bid dick stud made I became even hornier and my cock even harder. Immediately after Kerry questioned my composure, I grabbed her hair and forced her head further down my cock. I was almost trying to force it all the way down her throat. She starting struggling when I had about 6 inches at the most in her mouth. She starting gagging so I let her go. I huge rope of her saliva and my pre-cum hung from my cock to her mouth.



“Oh so it’s going to be like that Henry!”



I looked at her phone and I was at 5 minutes in. I told her “You got one more minute to make me cum or else you’re going to have to fit my cock in your tight little pussy!”



I saw a look of fear in her face after I said that. She was now sucking my cock as if she was possessed. I knew I was close to cumming but then felt a rush go down my spine. I screamed “Fuck Kerry I’m gunna cum!”



As I screamed that I shot a rope of cum into the back of her throat. I then moved her head off of my cock and shot about 3 ropes that covered her face, getting it into her eyes and some on her hair. Then I aimed down and shot 2 onto her rack, getting cum all over her light blue sports bra. I then looked down at the timer on her phone: 6 minutes 15 seconds. I started laughing. I got giddy with the thought of how tight her pussy would be if her ex-husband was only half my size. Kerry started walking towards me with my cum still all over her. She didn’t say a word. She just grabbed me by my cock, which was still rock solid, and led me towards her house.



She took me inside and then up the staircase, which led to her bedroom. She took off her g-string and then her cum-soaked sports bra, which let her massive tits out. Despite being in her mid- 50′s, Kerry’s tits were surprisingly firm and didn’t sag too much. I walked up behind her and grabbed her tits with my rock hard shaft pressed right up against her ass.



“Hold on a minute my big dick stud. I’m going to grab some baby oil for you to rub over me before we fuck. I have a good feeling that you’re a sucker for an oiled up big tit milf.”



She called it like she saw it. I had no clue how long I was going to last fucking Kerry yet alone with her all oiled up. She walked into her bathroom and returned with a water bottle filled with baby oil in her one hand and some lube in the other. She handed me the oil.



I started with her back and ass. I had to resist the urge to slip my fingers into her pussy or ass as I made my way down her body. Then I flipped her over, revealing her beautiful tits and cleanly shaven pussy. My dick had gone soft while she was in the bathroom, but after flipping her over and looking at her tits it sprung back to life.



“Are you feeling ok over there Henry?”



After rubbing the oil over her tits, I started sucking her nipples. I got a few moans but nothing much. So then I started rubbing the oil over her inner thighs. I knew that this was a weak spot for women so I continued until I thought I had her worked up a little bit. Then I slid two fingers into her pussy and started fingering her. I started out slow. I went at this pace for about a minute, but I couldn’t resist the urge to make her cum. So I sped up and even put my third finger in. After a minute or two I also started licking her clit while I was fingering her. I could tell that all the events leading up to this had her worked up because her pussy was soaking wet. She started to moan intensely after two or three minutes.



“Fuck yeah my big dick stud! You’re fucking my pussy so well with your 3 fingers! I can’t wait to take that massive cock of yours and slide it into my tight little pussy! Keep licking my clit like that! Holy fuck I’m gunna cum all over your fingers!”



Kerry then collapsed and I could feel the warm cum of her pussy all over my fingers. I pulled my fingers out and when Kerry made eye contact with me, I put them into my mouth and sucked her cum off of them.



“Holy shit Henry you really know how to get me going!”



As fun as the foreplay was, I couldn’t take it anymore. I picked Kerry up and forced her onto her knees on the ground. My cock was rock solid so I forced it into her mouth. I then grabbed her hair and started fucking her mouth. After she started gagging, I pulled my dick out and there was a huge rope of pre-cum.



“Oh my god! I can feel your dick all the way down in my throat when I’m taking your dick in my mouth!”



Kerry took the bottle of baby oil and rubbed some onto my cock and a ton onto her chest.



“Come titty fuck me my big dick stud!”



She then pushed her tits together. I straddled my knees across her stomach and slid my cock into the gap between her giant tits. Despite her gigantic tits, my cock still managed to get through her cleavage and near her mouth. So I took Kerry’s head and moved it into a position so that when I thrust through her tits, the head of my cock made its way into her mouth.



“I can’t believe that your huge di– can make its way through my cleav– and into my mouth! I can’t wait to stick that thing into my warm pussy!”



For some reason, while I was titty-fucking Kerry she started to fake moan, which pissed me off.



“You want a real reason to moan!”



I forced her up off of the floor and bent her over onto her bed.



“What are you doing Henry!”



“Shut the fuck up you big tit slut! You were fake moaning so now I’m going to have to give you a real reason to moan!”



“I’m sorry my big dick stud! I’m sor-”



She got cut off with the second sorry because at that moment I stuffed as much of my 9 inch cock as I could into her pussy. I then began to ram her from behind. The sound of my balls slapping up against her ass was pure bliss to me because I knew that because I heard the sound every half a second that I was fucking her really well.



“Holy shit Henry keep pounding me! Your cock feels amazing in my pussy! Keep fucking me like I’m one of your little high school sluts! From now on I want to be your big tit slut! Holy shit keep going I’m gunna cum all over your fat cock!”



Once I felt her cum all over my dick, I forced her onto her knees again and made her suck her own cum off of my dick.



Then I jumped onto her bed and screamed “Come ride me cowgirl style my big tit fucking slut!”



I laid down so that I would be able to pound the shit out of her. The second she led my cock into her tight warm pussy, I began fucking her relentlessly. I heard the same sound that I heard when I had her bent over her bed of my balls slapping up again her ass.



In a deep, struggling tone Kerry spoke into my ear “Fuck Henry. You’re fucking me better than that limp dick ex-husband of mine could’ve dreamed of. I love the feeling of your huge dick inside me. From now on I want to be the only girl that handles your cock. No high schools whores. Just your best friend’s big tit slut mom from now on.”



I sucked on Kerry’s tits while I had her in cowgirl. They were just slapping around in front of my face so I figured why not. After sucking on her nipples for a while, Kerry was moaning louder then when I first started fucking her. I was actually concerned that the neighbors would become curious because she was moaning so loudly.



Kerry interrupted me just as I was about to slow down the rate at which I was fucking her.



“Henry! Don’t slow down! I’m going to squirt all over this fucking bed!”



Right after that she pushed herself off my cock and squirted all over the bed and me. She had grey colored sheets on bed and you could tell after she squirted that they were soaked.



“Let’s go on the floor Kerry. I want to try doggy-style and hopefully I’ll finally cum.”



I hadn’t realized it, but I had actually been getting blown by and fucking Kerry for a little over 20 minutes. After I set Kerry up so that we could fuck doggy-style, I grabbed the tube of lube she had brought out and got my cock ready for her ass without her noticing.



The second I went to put my cock into her ass Kerry screamed.



“Henry! Your cock in too big for that! It was tight in my pussy yet alone my ass! I’ve never had anybody fuck me anal before!”



I really didn’t care at this point though. Kerry had indicated that from now on she wanted to be my fuck buddy and I was going to fuck her however I wanted. I continued to force it in. It took me a good 30-seconds to just get the head of my cock into her ass. I could tell Kerry was struggling. It sounded like she was almost crying. I lubed it up so more and I was able to get about half of my cock in. I started out at a snails pace and Kerry still screamed. Even louder now then she did before.



“Oh my God Henry I can’t believe your fat cock is in my ass right now! Give it to your big tit slut nice as slow. “



With time her ass opened up a little bit so I started going a little faster. Immediately, I felt the urge to cum because her ass was so tight.



“Get ready for this load my little slut! It’s going to be bigger than the last one!”



I was stroking my cock ferociously. The first rope shot out so long that I shot it into her hair, all over her back, and even onto the carpet behind her. Then I adjusted it so that I shot the rest of the load all over her face and tits. I completely soaked her.



I then said to Kerry “How was that for my first time you little cum slut?”

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I checked my watch, making sure it was exactly 7 o’clock before knocking on the room door. I had been pacing down the corridor for the past five minutes wanting to be exactly on time after the last time I had been late for our hotel stay. He hadn’t been particularly pleased with me and I didn’t want a repeat of the consequences for my lateness.



He kept me waiting, but I didn’t dare look at my watch – as far as I knew he was watching me through the peephole in the door. I kept my gaze down at the floor, my hands clasped together behind my back. I was wearing his favourite dress – red with black outlined roses, fitted to the waist before flowing out over my hips, coming to an end an inch above my knee. The neckline was a low scoop, my cleavage displayed for his eyes only. I wore an all lace black bra and hold ups beneath my dress but nothing else as per his instructions. Simple black flats on my feet completed my outfit. My make up was natural but pretty and my hair blow dried and falling over my shoulders.



I licked my lips nervously as I heard the door handle click, taking a deep breath as the room carpet became visible, then his shoes. My heart was thudding in my chest, and I’m sure I heard a chuckle as he saw me take in a sharp breath. I don’t think he would have known that I was recalling the times he has made me lick those shoes clean as a greeting to me though. He can’t possibly be in my head that much.



“They could do with a clean my lovely little sub, but let’s leave that for another day, shall we?” He says as a greeting, my cheeks flushing furiously as I wonder how he could possibly know what I’m thinking. My eyes dart up to his and he grins at me. I can’t help but smile back, his smile infectious, the blush slowly dulling down to a faint colouring in my cheeks as he steps back and welcomes me into the room. Picking up my bag I follow him in, turning to close the door gently behind me. I place my bag down in front of the cupboard just by the door as he watches me.



“I did enjoy putting you in the cupboard the first time we played,” he walks up behind me, his hand coming up to brush his fingertips down the side of my neck. I let out a small moan in reaction to his fingers on my neck and at the memory of him gently forcing me into the cupboard before tying my hands behind my back. He closed the door, telling me he had some things to do. Tidying me away until I was needed. Never before had I felt so objectified.



“Take off your shoes and jewellery. I’ll be sitting by the window.”



I didn’t hesitate, undoing the clasp on my watch and tucking it into a pocket in my overnight bag, my necklace following alongside my rings. I slipped my shoes off and placed them neatly next to my bag. I turned around then to see him sitting in the armchair by the window. The curtains were pulled back and the view was so peaceful. The hotel was in a secluded wooded area. He had a room at the very back corner of the hotel and outside the window was a small grassy area with trees beyond as far as the eye could see. A path came from the left of the window and disappeared into the woods approximately ten metres before the room window. No one would see in our window unless they deliberately ventured from the path.



I walked slowly over towards him, allowing him plenty of time to look over my body. His eyes were so focused on me. Taking longer to travel over my breasts, taking in the curve of my waist. My hips swayed side to side, subconsciously attempting to use my body to seduce him. I wanted him to want me as badly as I do him. Desperate and deep desire, an overwhelming feeling of lust.



There were two armchairs by the window, the one he was sat in and another directly across from him. I came to a halt less than a metre from him, slowly bending down until my knees touched the floor. I spread them slightly and rested back down on my heels, my hands resting on my thighs.



His hand came to rest on my face, tucking my hair gently behind my ear, fingers tracing my jaw before tilting my chin up, encouraging my eyes to meet his.



“Good girl,” he said softly, leaning over and kissing me deeply. My heart was racing once more, I felt my pussy flood with arousal, my thighs already slick with my anticipation and excitement. His hand moved round to the nape of my neck, entangling his fingers upwards into my hair. He grasped a handful, tugging sharply, pulling me away from the softness of his lips. I groaned in protest, but didn’t fight him, my protest turning to an expression of enjoyment as he continued his kisses down my neck toward my cleavage.



My chest rising and falling rapidly as my breathing quickened. I kept my hands on my thighs as his hand pulled me further back, my shoulders dropping back to push my breasts out for him. I felt his teeth nipping the soft flesh, biting harder each time, eliciting small gasps from me at first, continuing until I’m yelping with each one. His lips travel back up the path they came before capturing my mouth again.



Breaking the kiss, he kisses me lightly on the top of my head, whispering in my ear again, “good girl.” My entire body breaks out in goosebumps as I savour his praise, a shy smile spreading across my lips.



“Thank you, Sir.”



He leans back in the chair, taking me in. My dress is flared out over my legs and my breasts are enhanced with my shoulders being pushed back. I watch him watching me, shifting slightly side to side a couple of times, out of anticipation and need more than discomfort. My clit is throbbing with my need for him and I can’t keep the smile from my lips.



He motions for me to turn and face the window and I do so swiftly, placing my hands on the floor to turn then returning them to my thighs.



“Quiet out there isn’t it? I wonder if anyone going past will happen to look up and see you over the next couple of days. Who knows what you might be doing in front of this window at any given time,” he noticed my blush. “Oh you would like that wouldn’t you? You’re just a little slut who wants everyone to see her doing what she does best, aren’t you? Don’t shake your head, you know it’s true. Just admit it. Tell me.”



“I,” I hesitate, his hand quickly cups my right breast and pinches my nipple hard through the fabric.



“Say it little sub, don’t make me tell you again.”



“I’m a little slut who wants everyone to see me Sir. I want everyone to see me submitting to my Master,” I manage to get out, gasping several times as he teases me, releasing and tightening his grip on my tender nipple. I keep telling myself no one can see. It’s the wrong angle. But the doubt is there. He has made me wonder how much is visible.



“Good girl. You should probably try to remember what happens to bad little subs who don’t do as they’re told.”



“Yes Sir, I’m sorry for hesitating Sir. It won’t happen again Sir,” I say as his hand moves across to my left nipple, taunting me in the same way, making me squirm under his grip.



“Turn around, back towards the window,” he watches me turn. “Now bend over. I want your head on the ground, hands by your head.”



“Yes Sir,” I reply before carrying out his order. My cheeks are blushing, thinking how exposed I’m going to be in this position. My pussy is uncovered and visible to anyone who could possibly see in the room. I have no idea if there is anyone out there or not. I can only follow his instructions. I only want to follow his instructions. To please him.



He stands, and I hear him moving around the room. I keep my cheek pressed against the floor, although I’m desperate to watch him as he moves about. Desperate to know what he’s doing, what toys he might be gathering, whether he’s looking at me, whether he is paying any attention to me whatsoever or is he unpacking. The possibilities run through my mind until I come to a quiet peace, bringing my mind to silence. Submitting to him mentally as well as physically. This is what I know he wants, and something I crave every bit as much as the physical stimulation and sensations. Such a blank canvas, accepting and willing. Just for him.



My entire body is relaxed as I wait for his attentions. My body feels alive, every nerve tingling and anticipating the possibilities. I’m in a daze of submission when I feel slight pressure on my hair. He is standing on my hair, holding me down in place. My scalp stings slightly, just the faintest pressure pulling, a reminder of his control. If I were to pull away, it would hurt an awful lot more and I’m fully aware of that.



“There’s a couple walking down the path towards the trail right now. Imagine what they might see if they looked up here. Or if they went slightly off the path,” he paused, “imagine what they would definitely see.”



I start to struggle under his foot, but quickly stop as the stinging grows.



“They would see a little slut with her ass in the air. Being held in place by a man’s foot. What do you think they would think of you? Would they judge you? I think they definitely would. They would talk about you. He would probably want to fuck you. He would know that you would probably do anything. That you would be a really dirty little slut. She on the other hand would probably judge you. Think you were a whore, a desperate little whore.”



I’m squirming around by now, but I can’t get free. My scalp is burning. “Please Sir, please let me away from the window Sir. I don’t want to be seen Sir, please Sir, please,” I start to beg.



“Quiet. Just accept it.”



“Please Sir,” I whimper quietly, “please.” I start to lower my ass down to my feet, hoping to at least conceal my pussy.



He leans over me and spanks my ass hard. “Get up,” he commands, continuing to spank my ass, over and over until my back is arched with my ass high in the air again. He stops and my skin tingles as the burning heat spreads through my backside.



“Spread your knees. Wider. Do not move,” he orders before releasing my hair from his grip. He isn’t gone long before he is back. He stands beside me now, on the other side from the direction I’m looking in. I want to turn my head, but don’t want to risk the consequences. I remain still, my knees spread two feet apart. The skirt of my dress has fallen down over my upper body. I’m completely exposed to the air of the room. And whoever happens to see in the window. Completely vulnerable to whatever Sir has planned for me.



He waits, watching my body as my breathing regulates. I’m making an effort to breath deeply and slowly. Readying myself for whatever he gives me. Even that doesn’t prepare me for the first strike of the cane across my ass. Not as hard as when he uses it to punish me, but still hard enough to make my entire body jump forward and a small shout escape my throat.



“Back into position,” he tells me when I take just a little too long.



“Yes Sir, I’m sorry Sir,” I reply as I quickly correct myself.



“I want to mark you everywhere. I want you to have my marks on every inch of your flesh. Your legs, your arms, your stomach, your back, your tits. Everywhere. I want you to be reminded of me every time your clothes brush against your skin. Every glimpse of yourself in the mirror for the next few days.”



My breath catches as he gets in my head, as he builds my anxiety up, making me nervous. He lands the next stroke across my ass again, following it with another. I keep count in my head, never knowing when he might expect me to tell him how many he has landed on my ass. After twenty-four strokes, my ass is burning. I’m struggling to keep my ass in the air for him. My breathing is ragged and I’m begging him, “please no Sir, please no more.”



The feeling is so intense, the burning, the stinging. My fingers are clawing at the carpet, my eyes are closed tightly as a weak defence mechanism, hoping to block out some of the pain that way. He stops.



“Thank you Sir, thank you,” I gasp out as I feel his hands running over my welted ass. They sting, but soothe as his fingers run over the raised welts.



“Absolutely beautiful, you look so good marked like this little sub. Marks of ownership across your submissive ass.”



I thank him again, moaning now as his fingers start to slide past my pussy lips. He grazes my clit with a knuckle, making me press back against his hand.



“For all your protesting, you would think you didn’t like the cane. But your pussy certainly tells a different story, doesn’t it? You’re dripping pussy juice like a good little whore right now. Can you feel it running down your thigh? It’s halfway down right now,” he uses his finger to run up my thigh, gathering my juice on his fingers. He places his hand just in front of my mouth and I don’t hesitate to start licking his fingers, sucking them to clean my juices from him. I’m moaning around his fingers, wishing they were his cock.



“You’re a good little sucker aren’t you. Why is that I wonder?”



I am too busy concentrating on his fingers and don’t respond. His other hand comes down hard on my caned ass making me scream around his fingers.



“Answer me bitch.”



“I, I’m sorry Sir. I didn’t hear the question Sir,” I stammer out.



He sighs, before speaking slowly and condescendingly, “I said, I wonder why you’re a good little sucker?”



“I, I don’t know Sir.”



“Wrong answer,” he spanks my ass, “try again.” He keeps up a steady pace on my ass, making it difficult for me to form any words.



“Because I enjoy it Sir,” I venture.



“Try again.”



“Because I like sucking cock Sir?” I question.



“Close.”



“Because I suck cock so much Sir. Because I’m a cocksucking little whore Sir,” I babble desperately, needing his hand to stop its steady assault on my ass.



“Sorry, I didn’t hear that properly,” he says. I can practically hear the smirk in his voice.



“Because I’m a cocksucking little whore Sir. My mouth is only good for sucking cock Sir, please Sir, please stop Sir. Ahh, please, please, I’m a cocksucking little whore Sir,” I beg and admit to such a depraved title.



“Why didn’t you just say that? You know it’s true after all,” he taunted me, his fingers trailing across my pussy again.



“I’m sorry Sir, I wasn’t sure what you wanted me to say Sir. I know I’m a cocksucking whore Sir, I just didn’t want to say it out loud Sir,” I admit.



The cool air of the room is skimming over my ass, making it prickle and sting more as it settles down to a steady burn.



“You should always admit to these things little sub. You know what I want to hear. I want to hear the truth and I want to hear you admit to your deepest and darkest desires. I want to hear you admitting my control over you, and your acceptance of what you are. And what is that?”



“A cocksucking whore, Sir,” I reply immediately.



“Good girl,” he grasps my hair in his fist and pulls back hard, bringing me up to my knees while I squeal and try not to bring my hands up to my head to try to release the pressure on my scalp.



“Let’s revisit an earlier lesson. Which hole is your favourite to get fucked in?”



My eyes flash as I remember him pinning me into the corner, asking me that very question. I responded truthfully at first, saying my pussy. I recall how he slapped me across the face, telling me to try again. I said my mouth. That gained me another slap and an order to try again. I said my ass, reluctantly, although I’d came when he bent me over and forced his cock into my ass, I still felt uncomfortable with anal. But that only got me another slap. He then proceeded to tell me that the correct answer is whichever hole he happens to be using at the time is my favourite, while slapping my face several times more. I remember staring up at him, dazed, in subspace, wanting his hand across my cheek again as I told him that my favourite hole to get fucked in is whichever hole he is using at the time.



He watches my eye flickering as I relive the memory, “answer me correctly, do not try to get me to slap the correct answer out of you.”



My eyes widen in shock at how he knew what I was thinking, “I’m sorry for the delay in my response Sir, I was lost in my memory of that day Sir. My favourite hole to get fucked in is whichever hole you are using at any time Sir.” I lick my lips as I watch him take in my confession.



“Good girl,” he responds, then slaps my left cheek three time repeatedly.



I look up at him, mouthing the words thank you Sir. He kisses me hard, his teeth capturing my lip, biting down hard briefly before pulling away. He pulls my dress up over my head before it even registers what he’s doing. He unclips my bra, sliding it off my body quickly. My tits weigh down heavily, my nipples already hard from how excited I am. His hands are immediately drawn to them, cupping them in both hands, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I groan and press into his hands further.



He takes both nipples in his grip and pulls up. I arch and stretch my back as far as is possible, trying to alleviate some of the pressure. It’s pointless, he takes me further than that, so all I can do is breathe through the burning pain. He loosens his grip, letting me slowly rest back down towards the ground, before pulling sharply forward again. He does this several times, making my breath quicken every time. The pain is delicious and is making my pussy needy for attention. By the last time, my hips are thrusting in mid air and I’m begging for permission to touch myself. He just shakes his head and lets go of my nipples.



My hands are on my thighs, my legs spread, and they’re edging closer and closer to my pussy. He sees this and slaps my tits hard, catching my nipples, making me correct my position quickly. The burning in my nipples is spreading now thanks to the swift spanks. He turns away from me and comes back with some rope and clamps. I inhale sharply.



He tells me to put my arms behind my back and I comply, holding them in the box position. He quickly binds my arms behind my back and ties the rope expertly around my chest. The rope against my skin relaxes me, the confines of it making me feel safe and under his control. My mind flashes back to all the times he has tied me in a similar way. The times he has used the chest harness as a handle to hold on to as he’s fucked me, laying me down on my back, my arms uncomfortable behind me as he pounds his cock deep into my pussy. Laying me back on the couch, my cunt at the edge, my legs over his shoulders and his hand gripping the rope between my tits pulling me towards him to meet every thrust.



I love the feeling of the rope. As he runs the ends under and over the passes, I can’t help but shiver as it glides across my skin, especially when it makes contact with my nipples. His hands are strong and firm as they move the rope around, lifting my breasts to get the rope snug and flat. I lean back against him as he works and he stops every so often to admire his work and to smile softly at me. I feel so content and safe by the time he is finished, the stimulation and interaction pushing me towards subspace.



He crouches down in front of me and picks up the clamps from where he had dropped them in front of me. He uses his other hand to massage and tease my tits. Pinching, stroking, squeezing and spanking periodically. I’m pushing my chest out towards him, wanting more and more. He concentrates once more on my nipples, pulling on them hard, making me moan before opening one clamp and holding it open over my nipple. I look up at him, as he always demands I hold eye contact while he applies clamps. His eyes so dark and full of lust. He smiles a sadistic kind of smile as he releases his grip slowly, watching me frown, my mouth opening to moan, my breath quickening as it is fully released and bites into the tender flesh.

He leans over and licks my nipple then, sucking it slightly into his mouth, grazing his teeth over it as his hand manipulates my other nipple readying it for the other clamp. I can’t think by this point. My mind is fully taken over by the sensations I’m feeling. He releases my clamped nipple from his mouth and moves over to the other one, letting his teeth close over it immediately. My back arches in pain, he pulls back, tugging with his sharp teeth, lets go then quickly replaces his teeth with the clamp, watching me as I realise how cruel he’s going to be. I feel the cool metal against my tit as it bites down and I squeal out sharply, closing my eyes in an attempt to deal with the pain.



That only makes him take the clamp off. “Look at me when I’m putting the clamp on,” he reminds me sharply, biting down on my nipple again.



I try to apologise while keeping back a scream. I’m nodding and begging him to let go but he ignores my pleas.



He takes his mouth off my nipple again and places the clamp in it’s place, letting it close millimetre by millimetre. Torturing my mind as much as my body. I’m whimpering as I feel it close completely over my already bruised and tender nipple, but I keep my gaze locked with his. I don’t want to disappoint him. My head falls forward against his shoulder in a mix of relief and pleasure and pain when he nods at me letting me know it’s on fully.



The clamps are attached by a silver chain which hangs down in a graceful curve halfway down my body. He grabbed it, pulling it out from my body slightly, the pain sharp and centralised. He tugged it up and pushed it into my mouth, my teeth gripping onto it muffling my groans.



“Do you remember the first time we played? How I pushed the chains in your mouth then made you pull the clamps off? How I grabbed your hair and pulled your head back to help you?” He whispers in my ear as he grabs my hair and behind to pull back the very same way he did then. I can feel the clamps sliding and dragging off my nipples. I can’t scream without letting go of the chains. I try to breathe deeply, to concentrate. I looked up at him then and saw how much he was enjoying my struggle, how much he was enjoying watching me writhe in pain beneath him. I instantly relaxed, my breathing regulating. The pain intensified but it felt so good now. My thighs were soaking with juices now, my clit tingling with a desperate need to be touched. I was wriggling my arms behind my back, wanting them to be free, wanting my hands to be free to play with my self.



He came round in front of me, keeping my hair in his hand but let me lessen the tension in the clamps. The chains still held firmly in my mouth, and he pulled my head back and forward a couple of times, making me fully aware of the control he still held over the clamps that way. Even having my head pulled forward caused pain as the tension was released and blood rushed to where it had been deprived. It was almost as agonising as having them pulled taut.



His other hand went between my legs. I spread my legs even further, trying to beg him past the chains to please fuck me. I was desperate. I needed to be fucked. I needed my cunt filled. I needed my cunt to be roughly and brutally fucked. He always makes me need him like this. Desperate and needy for release.



His fingers stroked my pussy, spreading my juices over my lips. His fingers explored further back, running over my asshole several times, making me jump and my anxiety rise. I tried to shake my head while mumbling, “please no Sir. Please not my ass Sir.”



“You want me to fuck your ass? You are a dirty little slut aren’t you?”



I shake my head harder again, trying to tell him no. He tugs my head back and I stop. His finger comes forward to my pussy and pushes in. I’m soaking wet and it slides in effortlessly. The pleasure is short lived as he removes his finger and returns to my ass. I’m wriggling now, desperate to escape from the inevitable. It’s useless. His finger finds it’s intended target. My cunt is so wet it’s provided just enough lubrication for him to slide his finger into my ass. As I feel him slide right in, I realise my fight against him is futile and stop trying to get away. My face is red from embarrassment and exertion. He removes his finger pretty quickly, as soon as he feels my submission to him, as soon as he feels my surrender.



He releases my hair from his grasp and stands and goes into the bathroom. My head leans forward, my hair covering my face. I’m too embarrassed to look at him. I give in to his will so easily. But it feels so good whenever I do. Whatever he does to me always makes me want more. I can’t get over my embarrassment of any ass play though. I need to. I want to. I want to give him whatever he wants. My mind is centred on my submission to him by the time he comes back.



He takes the chains from my mouth, letting them hang down once more. I open my mouth, “please Sir…” But he cuts me off with a look. I remain on my knees, looking up at him, patiently waiting. He starts to undo his belt, unzipping his trousers and pulling out his cock. I stare at it hungrily. I know every inch of it, how it feels on my tongue and how every ridge feels when it slides into my mouth. My lips wrapped around it tightly as I take it into my throat, tightly holding onto the base as he reaches my throat.



I know how he tastes, how he smells…I crave those very memories. I’m licking my lips already as I take him in with my eyes. I tear my eyes away from his cock and look up at him. I barely get my mouth open to beg for permission when he pushes his cock in. I feel him so hard in my mouth, flicking my tongue over where I know is his most sensitive spot, over and over and over before he pushes on the back of my head and further into my mouth. I hear him groan from the sensations as I continue to run my tongue all over the underside of his cock, my lips tight around him.



He holds my hair tightly in his grip, both hands at the back of my head, painfully holding two handfuls of hair, as he starts to thrust in and out of my mouth. He picks up the pace, not giving me many chances to catch my breath. I’m gagging on him as he skull fucks me.



“Your mouth is just a hole for me to fuck. Like another cunt for me to fuck. Your mouth is just another place for me to cum. You’re my filthy little fucking cumbucket aren’t you?” He pulls out and looks at me expectantly. I’m too busy trying to breathe to answer him. He slaps me hard and thrusts back into my mouth.



“When I ask a question you answer it,” he says firmly, pounding into my throat, I gag over and over, my eyes are watering, my bound tits are soaked with my own saliva. I can’t think, I can’t breathe, I can’t focus.



He pulls out and looks at me again. I open my mouth to speak, but I can’t remember what I’m supposed to be saying, “please forgive me Sir. I can’t remember what you said Sir, I’m so sorry Sir. Please Sir, what did you ask me Sir?” I close my eyes, ashamed of myself for disappointing him. My eyes fly open when I feel him slapping me. Again and again and again. He releases my hair and pulls on the chain hanging down between my breasts.



“I said,” he slaps me again, “you’re my filthy little fucking cumbucket aren’t you?” He slaps me again, while pulling firmly on the clamps. I can feel them sliding off my nipple.



“I, I, I…ohhh, ouch, please Sir. Ow, that hurts, please Sir,” I can’t concentrate on responding for the pain shooting through my nipples.



He slaps me again, “wrong answer slut.”



The clamp pops off my left nipple first. I let out a low moan, the feeling surging back making my pussy twitch and my need to be fucked increase.



“Wrong answer again slut,” and he slaps my left tit hard. I scream out this time, looking up at him, my eyes wide.



“You aren’t very good at this game are you? I asked you a question – are you my filthy fucking cumbucket?” He slaps my left tit again as the right clamp finally slides off my nipple. My mouth opens as I moan and he slides his cock straight down my throat. I pull away, but he comes with me until I’m leaning back, my head pressed against the armchair and he’s still in my throat with nowhere for me to go.



“Well? Answer me slut. Are you my filthy fucking cumbucket?” I try to nod while looking up at him. He pulls out and slaps my right tit. Before I can answer him he’s back in my mouth, thrusting into my throat, pulling back only a few times when my gag sounds dangerously close to me throwing up. I never get a chance to answer him. He keeps asking me and I do my best to nod, but he just taunts me.



“I can’t hear you!” He teases as he thrusts harder. I can feel his cock twitching against my tongue as I nod once more and try to swallow around his cock. I’m a mess. A completely skull fucked, bound, submissive mess. I’m his, completely and totally his. His cum starts to shoot into my throat. I gag trying to swallow it while he’s still in my throat. He pulls back slightly and I use my lips, pulling every last drop from his cock, tasting it all as it lands on my tongue before sliding down my throat. He pulls back, sliding out of my mouth with a pop. I look up at him as he steps back, I’m laid back against the chair still, unable to move yet.



“Thank you Sir. I’m your filthy cumbucket slut Sir. Thank you for your cum Sir,” I say, only just above a whisper.



He smiles at me, “see, that wasn’t that hard to admit now was it?”



I smile back at him. I do love it when he’s sadistic like this.



He takes his time untying my arms and breasts. Massaging my arms and shoulders as they come loose. I shiver at every slight contact with my nipples. He brushes against them as much as possible. I’m leaning into him as he unties me. Once the rope is lying coiled beside us he tells me to go and lie down on the bed. I begin to stand, but he just shakes his head at me. I understand and stay on my hands and knees, crawling over to the bed. I climb up and lay down on my back. He follows close behind, hopefully noticing as I try to deliberately away my hips more, trying to seduce him. I’m being driven crazy by my need to be fucked now, desperate for him inside me.



When I’m lying down he grabs some shorter pieces of rope and binds my wrists to either corner of the headboard. He holds the flogger now and lets it fall down over my body, over and over. It feels incredible. Even over my tortured tits. He brings it down over my tummy, my thighs, ordering my legs apart so I feel it against my cunt several times.



He reaches for the cane, following the same path, using it just hard enough for welts to appear. My arms are the sorest place, it stings sharply whenever he brings it down on the tops of them. My thighs are striped with it almost instantaneously, his fingers trace each welt as it appears.



“Oh god, please Sir, please, I’m begging you, please fuck me Sir. Please Sir, please please please, I need you to fuck me Sir. Please,” I beg him as he taps the cane over my cunt.



He shakes his head. “Not yet,” he says simply.



I groan in frustration, pulling at the rope that binds my wrists. He brings the cane down hard across my tits then, stopping me before I can go too far with my complaint.



“Patience, or I won’t fuck you at all. Well, not your pussy at least.”



That stops me.



“I’m sorry Sir, I just want you so badly Sir,” I say quietly. I spread my legs, letting him see just how desperately I need him.



He takes me by surprise then, plunging three fingers into my dripping wet pussy.



I groan in excitement, “thank you Sir, oh, thank you.”



He fucks me with his fingers slowly and deliberately, getting me worked up until I’m begging for it harder. He continues his slow pace, frustrating me further until I’m trying to thrust up to meet him. He removes his fingers, pushing them into my mouth to clean them, stopping my protests before they’d even left my lips.



He gets more rope and wraps it around my ankles. I think at first he’s going to tie me spreadeagled on he bed, but then he uses the rope to pull my leg back, tying off the rope to the headboard. He does the same with my other leg. My legs are now tied up in the air, my cunt and ass embarrassingly exposed to him. I wriggle around trying to close my legs. I can almost bring my knees together which reassures me for a moment. Then he starts tying rope around my thighs which he then ties off the sides of the bed. I’m spread open for him, with no where to go.



He picks up the flogger again and starts using it on my ass. Every blow stings, the tips catching my pussy lips.



“Please Sir, please, please,” I begged, not even sure what I was begging for.



He stopped for a moment and I sighed in relief. I was halfway through thanking him when I saw the ball gag in his hand. He pushed it unceremoniously into my mouth, lifting my head up to fasten it tightly. He resumed flogging me, until I was writhing beneath him again. I could hardly take this. I was on edge, on a desperate needy edge. I wanted to cum so badly. I wanted his cock inside me, to feel his balls against me as he had every inch of his length inside me.



The flogger was being brought down hard on my thighs, the pain almost distracting me. I was raising my ass towards him the few centimetres I could, wanting to feel the sting.



My skin was red and burning as he ran his fingernails over my thighs and my ass. My cunt was dripping wet now. He could see this. He kept describing it to me, stopping once to even take a picture of how wet I was. I was wriggling about now, trying to beg through the gag.



“I can’t hear you,” he teased, “you want me to keep going?”



I shook my head, trying to thrust my pussy up towards him trying to mimic fucking.



“You want me to flog your pussy? Why didn’t you just say so little sub?”



And he started to flog my pussy, catching my lips and clit with with throngs. Every stroke had me groaning and yelping.



“Please,” I manage to get out round the gag, “please, please.”



But it’s no use, he keeps going, alternating where he flogged between my ass, my thighs and my pussy. He only paused to blindfold me quickly, resuming the flogging as soon as I couldn’t see.



I kept trying to beg him, however useless it was. He stopped suddenly. The pause in pain, making me realise how delightful my skin felt as it burned and prickled. I couldn’t hear much for the thumping of my heartbeat filling my ears. I thought I heard the rustle of clothes being removed but then the cane was brought down across my thighs and I soon forgot about that. He caned me twelve times, I counted every one in my head, groaning with each on. I could feel the welts forming, burning even more than the flogger. My hands were clenched over my head, my toes curling with every one.



A different sensation on my ass next. The paddle I thought to myself. It felt incredibly cool the first two strokes. The next ten were stinging and hot.



He pulled the gag out of my mouth, “how many strokes was that little sub?”



“Twelve of each the cane and the paddle Sir,” I replied without hesitating even to wet my lips.



“Good girl,” he said then thrust his cock into my exposed cunt.



I couldn’t help but cry out before thanking him repeatedly. It felt so good, my pussy was swollen from being so turned on. The walls of my tight cunt squeezing his cock as he thrust deep inside me again and again. He grabbed the wand from the side of the bed where he had plugged it in while he was undressing. Holding it against my sensitive, swollen clit he ordered me to cum. Within seconds of his command my cunt was tightening around his cock as I came hard and fast.



He pulled out then and took the wand off my clit. I begged in protest, wanting more, wanting his cum but he ignored my protests. He untied my legs and arms, sliding the blindfold from my eyes, and told me to get on my knees with my head on the bed. I complied quickly, wanting him to fuck me again and soon. He tied the rope still attached to my thighs to the sides of the bed and my ankles to the foot of the bed. My knees were about a foot apart and I couldn’t get them any closer. My hands were beside my head, gripping onto the duvet in preparation.



“What do you want?” He asked, his hand landing on my ass as he finished.



“I want you to fuck me please Sir,” I replied as his hand kept spanking me.



“And where would you like me to fuck you?”



“In my pussy Sir, please fuck my pussy Sir,” I panted through the sting of his hand.



“Not your ass then?”



“Please, no, please don’t fuck my ass Sir,” I hurriedly said.



“Why not? Don’t you like getting fucked in the ass?”



“I, ow,” I yelled as a particularly hard spank landed, “I do Sir, I just prefer my pussy Sir,” I quietly finished.



“And does that matter? What you prefer?” He asked as I felt cold lube being squeezed out over my ass and his fingers start to push it in.



“Please Sir, please don’t Sir,”



“I asked you a question, answer me,” as he spanked me with his free hand again.



“No, my preference doesn’t matter Sir,” I replied softly.



“And which hole is your favourite to get fucked in?”



“Whichever hole you want to fuck at the time Sir,” I reply obediently.



“So right now,” he pushes two fingers into my ass, “which hole is your favourite to get fucked in?”



“My ass Sir,” I replied, starting to moan as his fingers worked the lube into my ass.



“Well it would only be kind of me to fuck you in your favourite hole then, wouldn’t it,” I could picture the sadistic smile on his lips as he said that.



He started to thrust his cock into my ass then.



“Please no, please don’t Sir, please please. Please don’t Sir,” I beg him pointlessly as he slowly pushes further and further in.



“Please Sir, please don’t, please,” my pleas tail off as I realise he’s not listening to me. It’s starting to feel good. Very good. My face is buried in the duvet now, my hands tightly gripping it as shame washes over me.



He stops once he has every inch of his cock in my ass, pulling back and thrusting in and out a couple of times, hearing me moan.



“See, I knew it was your favourite little sub.”



I can’t respond, I’m too far into subspace. I’m moving with him now, meeting every one of his thrusts.



“Rub your clit, don’t cum without my permission,” he says, as his fingers dig into my hips, gripping onto me.



“Yes Sir,” I respond as I start rubbing my clit. The glass dildo lands in front of my face along with an order to fuck my greedy little cunt with it. I can’t object, I can’t argue with your description of me. I start to slide it into my pussy, tighter than usual thanks to your cock in my ass.



I’m fucking my cunt hard with the glass dildo, the fingers of my other hand rubbing my clit furiously. My orgasm is building fast, I start to ask your permission to cum, but you deny me before I even get the first word out.



I bite the duvet to stop myself from squealing in frustration. Your fingers are digging hard into my hips and you’re thrusting hard into my ass. You can feel my muscles contracting around your cock as I try not to cum. It’s becoming too much for you to hold back and you let go, fucking me harder and faster.



“Cum now, cum while I cum in your ass little sub,” you demand.



I don’t need any further encouragement. I thank you quickly in one breath before letting my orgasm go. You are cursing and groaning behind me with your cock buried in my ass, pulling me tight against you as my ass and cunt tightens around the cocks filling it. My fingers rubbing my clit hard as I ride out every second of it. Wave after wave rolls over me as I move on your cock.



My shoulders relax into the bed as it ends, my hands dropping away from my pussy. The dildo drops out onto the bed and you pull free from my ass.



I’m still so exposed to you, I start to wriggle slightly.

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Ben leaned up against the door frame of the entrance to his dorm room and took in all the insanity going on in the hallway. One incoming freshman after another was busy dragging boxes and laptops and stereos and suitcases down the long corridor in search of the specific room that would be their cramped quarters for the next nine months. All the confusion, scurrying around, and bumping into each other was like watching ants at a church picnic. He had gotten in the day before and already had his quarters pretty much set up and under control, and therefore avoided the craziness going on around him now. The roommate he was to share it with had yet to show, and he said one more silent prayer that he wouldn’t. Scoring the privacy of a single room…even if it was just for one semester…was probably the most coveted dream of any college boy.



He snickered to himself as he watched the various individual scenes. One poor guy had dropped his CD collection and was scrambling to recover the discs as they bounced around on the tile floor. Two more were wrestling a compact refrigerator along the floor in between other students. Three guys were arguing about all of them being assigned to a double room and which one was to be the one ‘out of luck’ and having to go fight with the housing office. Just as he turned to go back into the calmness his room, his eyes drifted to the back of a tall guy navigating his way through the quagmire of bodies.



‘Holy shit,’ Ben thought to himself. ‘That has to be the finest ass I have ever seen on a guy.’ He was at least six-one or two and the long legs were topped off with a high, tight, and fabulously rounded butt that was so-well packed into a pair of jeans, it was as if Calvin Klein himself has designed the rump for a billboard. Ben leaned back against the doorway opening again and licked his upper lip as he watched each cheek jiggle gently as the hunk walked away from him. Even though he was a virgin in every way except for his right hand, Ben already knew what it was he preferred but he hadn’t let anyone else know yet. After one last long gaze, he stepped back into his room with the thought, ‘Now that I would be willing to come out to…especially if he wants to help me lose my V-card.’



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Tim paused just before entering his room and looked back over his shoulder. He had the feeling that someone was watching him very intently. He glanced around the crowd, but couldn’t peg the cause of the sensation. The sixth sense awareness that eyes were concentrating on him was something that he had become acclimated to; particularly since he had bloomed into adulthood earlier than most other guys. He was far from narcissistic and didn’t relish being stared at by others; but his thick dark hair, exceptional good looks, and strong build just attracted eyes whether he wanted them or not. In many ways, it also made him very ill at ease and was one of the main reasons his social life during high school had been self-limited. That and the realization of an attraction to other guys that had surfaced…along with unwanted boners…during gym classes.



Shrugging his shoulders to shake off the feeling of eyes being on him, Tim walked into the room and said ‘Hi’ to his roommate. His roomie replied ‘Hi’ back and immediately returned to perusing the stack of class texts he had already snatched up at the bookstore.



Jake and he couldn’t be at more opposite ends of the spectrum. Tim was a jock, having played football, soccer, and wrestled all through high school. Jake was the Wikipedia definition of ‘nerd’ right down to the thick glasses and pocket protector. Tim had struggled with classes to be able to complete high school with a good enough GPA to at least be able to get into college since his athletic abilities; while being above average; wouldn’t get him a free pass. Jake had been his class valedictorian and was on a full academic scholarship.



The other thing that had become obvious quite quickly the night before, was that while Tim was used to hanging out in just boxers and liked to sleep nude, Jake stayed totally dressed when in the room and changed into full pajamas for bed. He had thought to himself, ‘Damn! Even jerking off is going to be limited to the shower it looks like with this guy here.’ But with all the differences between them, they were getting along so far. Tim settled onto his bed and slipped on earphones to listen to the latest ‘One Direction’ CD he had added to his collection.



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Ben had finally given in to the rumbles in his stomach and wandered over to the student union to enjoy his favorite dinner: a greasy double cheeseburger, large order of fries, and extra thick chocolate shake. He knew it wasn’t anywhere near as nutritious as what he should eat, but he couldn’t help himself. He loved the taste combination and would work off the empty calories later with a jog around the campus. He sat alone off in a corner and thought back on what his life had been like since his parents split up when he was 14.



The divorce couldn’t have come at a worse time for Ben. He was just beginning to try and deal with the fascination about other guys when all his friends were turning into walking, talking, constantly horny-for-chicks, one-track hormones. The confusion and questions he had were compounded by not having anyone he felt he could discuss the issue with…not even his favorite cousin. He had just about reached the point that he thought he could broach the topic with his dad, when he suddenly moved out. His mom explained far too simply that the marriage was hopelessly over. She added to the angst that created by announcing that as soon as the paperwork was done, they were moving across the state back to her former hometown. Ben remembered his thoughts from back then. ‘Fuck! I am already about as screwed up in the head as I can get and you are ripping me out of the only place I have ever lived and dropping me into a whole new unknown situation just as I start high school! No friends! No family but an elderly grandfather I haven’t seen for years, your also-divorced sister, and her daughter that had the reputation of town slut. Nothing will be familiar and there are more adjustments than I want to deal with.’ He shook his head at the original memories, wondering how he had gotten through all of it without blowing his brains out. More than a few times during the difficult transition he had considered suicide…especially after he realized he would only see his dad a few times a year at best.



Once they had relocated, Ben became a loner and threw himself into sports. Even though he was very good at each sport he involved himself in, he showed the most promise and soon excelled at swimming and diving. He was a popular teammate but didn’t run with the rest of the jocks. That decision came after he developed a major crush on one of the other guys on the swim team when he was a sophomore. More than once he was sure he had been caught staring at the impressive bulge showing in Brent’s Speedos or letting his eyes wander too much in the locker room. He dated only enough to keep rumors from starting, but never had a third date with any girl. They just didn’t have the same affect on him as the allure of other guys. The closest thing he had to a sex life was jerking off to internet porn…mainly movies that involved two guys. He intentionally did little to make close friends because he was certain he was the only gay dude in the small city. Close friends had to share things and he wasn’t ready to fling open his closet door to peers that dropped ‘fag’ and ‘queer’ into conversations on a regular basis. Ben hated that town and had only two goals for those four tumultuous years: try to become good enough to get a swim team scholarship; and if he didn’t, study hard enough to still be able to move back to what he would always considered home to attend the university there.



Ben was jogging back across the quad when he saw that same set of hot male globes under denim entering the dorm. He picked up his speed in hopes of getting a closer look and see what else this guy looked like. By the time he raced through the doors, the long legs he was wanting to see more of were a half flight ahead of him on the stairs. Ben hit the first step quickly but slowed to match pace with his fixation. The gorgeous ass moved slowly and Ben took time to drink in every movement as they both climbed upward to their third floor hallway. He had been unable to see anything except rump and long thick hair…the face was still a mystery to him as they walked ten foot apart down the corridor. Ben stopped at his door and paused to enjoy the erection he had popped as he continued to watch the fantasy man stroll to his own door. There was no doubt in Ben’s mind that he would soon be enjoying a satisfying and needed whack session in the privacy of his room. Just as he started to step through his doorway he glanced one last time at the luscious piece of manhood he was lusting after. The guy’s head turned as he stepped across the threshold and all Ben got was a quick view of his profile, but two things smacked him hard as he did. It looked as if the guy was as hot as his ass, and there was something about his face; what little he saw of it; that clicked in his mind. ‘I know him from somewhere,’ was still echoing between his ears as he stripped down and flopped naked on his bed with the largest boner he had had in weeks.



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As the door closed behind him, Tim once again had the nagging thought that he had been being watched again. That impression quickly vanished though as he realized that Jake was out somewhere and he had the room to himself…hopefully at least long enough to take care of business. He had been wandering around the campus and after enjoying all the young male eye candy, he needed relief that was more than a furious jerk session in the shower. Tim kicked off his sneaks at the same time he peeled his tee shirt over his head. His jeans were forced down just as rapidly and he dropped onto his bed as soon as he freed them from his ankles. Glancing at the locked door, he silently begged to the air, ‘Give me ten more minutes, Jake.’ He rolled the waistband of his tight boxer briefs down and snugged it under his full balls. His cock flopped into his pubes and a string of pre leaked from the tip before he even touched himself. ‘I really need this,’ he said to himself as he wrapped his hand tight around the pulsing seven incher and began a methodical slow stroke.



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Down the hall Ben was making love to himself with his hand. The hot dorm neighbor he wanted so badly now, was the vision he was having behind his closed eyes. They were both naked and the guy was introducing him to the joys of man-on-man action. Ben pulled a little faster on the fleshy shaft in his palm as he imagined what it would be like to be in a sixty-nine with Mister Hot Ass. He smiled at the imagery of them working each other with their mouths. His slit oozed out more pre than it ever had before thanks to his mind telling him that anyone with a butt that beautiful, had to have equipment between his legs to match it. Even though he wanted this to last, Ben licked his lips and ramped up the speed of his yanks.



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At the other end of the floor, Tim knew he had no clue how long he had before Jake would be back, so he began getting more serious about beating off after taking pleasure in slowly working his tool for a few minutes. It had been two days and he was so hard and his nuts so full. He reached up to his chest with his free hand and twisted on his left nipple until the nub was as stiff as his cock. The soft moans that slipped from his lips came from both the physical sensations of touching himself, coupled with the fantasy scene running in his mind. In his brain he wasn’t alone. There was an attractive college boy there with him and it was his fingers tweaking his nipple. It was his hand…or even better his mouth…working his throbbing bone. The daydream expanded as he stroked and his own mouth was now busy licking and kissing and exploring another male for the first time. He moved his hand from his chest to his lips and inserted two fingers between his lips, imagining that it was the other guy’s hard cock sliding across his tongue. His hand increased the tempo and he soon felt the familiar tingle in his groin and he clenched his butt cheeks tighter.



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Ben knew he was totally committed when the rapid tugs to his dick reached a blur. His body was demanding relief and instead of pinching off the flow and prolonging the feelings, he let the dam break and arched his hips and back up from the bed. The first rope of white splattered his forehead and brows; the second strung from his nose across his cheek; and the next three drenched his chest and abs. He bit down on his tongue to keep from crying out as loud as he wanted to; instead just moaning in complete pleasure. After the final spurt dribbled over his thumb and fingers, he put his hand to his mouth and slowly licked off his own sweet juice, but the whole time seeing in his mind’s eye that it was the spew of the guy down the hall that he was tasting instead.



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Tim spread his legs wide as he took the final strokes on himself. His toes curled tight when the initial eruption came quickly and flew above his head. The following ones were equally intense in both amount of cum and how rigid his body became. The half dozen strings of white landed everywhere…his pillow, his hair, his torso, and on his clean sheets. Tim didn’t care as he was lost in visualizing the guy that had just gotten him off was now pressed tight to him, making out as they enjoyed the afterglow. He dropped his cock and moved his hand to his sac, massaging it lightly, and his wilting pole responded by burping up one last trickle of life fluid. Tim smiled and reached over the side of the bed for his abandoned tee to clean up with.



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Ben remained splayed on the bed for a few more minutes before deciding a shower was now in order. Both his hunger and his more base needs had now been satisfied and he wanted to feel warm water cascading over him before crashing for the night. He dabbed away most of the mess on his body with the hand towel he kept for a cum rag and then picked up the towel that was draped over the desk chair. Wrapping it around his waist, he snagged his shower caddy and headed out the door for the large communal bathroom and shower area in the center of the corridor. He glanced towards the end of the hall hoping against hope for yet another view of the hot stud he couldn’t get out of his mind. He didn’t magically appear and Ben entered the empty bathroom. He was soon soaping himself down with body wash and trying to figure out why he had a new chubby so soon after getting off. Snickering to himself, he decided that was just the advantage of being 18 and rubbed shampoo into his blond hair instead of rubbing the erection. He quickly finished and was headed back to his room when he heard a voice yell out, “Hope you left some hot water for me.” He turned his head in just enough time to see the guy from down the hall pop through the bathroom door; naked except for the towel around his waist. Once again, all he got was a short view of the profile of his face. He still wasn’t certain what the guy actually looked like.



‘Gawd! His back is even sexy,’ was all Ben could think of as his shower boner instantly returned. He searched his mind for any excuse to return to the shower area. He wanted to see that magnificent butt in all its natural glory. It was becoming like an addiction to him and this may be the best chance he would get. Even though his towel was tented from the new erection, Ben spun on his heels and headed back to steal a quick look.



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Tim was under the shower head cleaning off any cum splotches he hadn’t gotten with his tee shirt and enjoying the water splash over him. He didn’t pay any attention when the door opened and closed. He only remained turned to the wall and running his soapy hands over his naked body.



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Ben walked in far enough into the bathroom to be able to see through the gap that was the entrance to the common shower area. He inhaled a deep breath and subconsciously reached under his towel to squeeze his cock at what he saw. The guy that was holding such fascination for him, was facing away from him and surrounded by steam; but most importantly, he was totally naked and the rump that looked so good in jeans was right there in plain view. It looked even better out of tight jeans than he had imagined.



Ben ran his tongue around his lips and wished he had waited ten minutes to take his shower so he could have joined this Adonis of asses under the next shower head. When the guy suddenly turned around, Ben’s eyes fleetingly cruised to his crotch and he sucked in yet another breath upon seeing the dangling meat snaking down between his wet thighs. His eyes then shot up to see the sculpted chest and finally further up to finally see the face attached to this great collection of skin.



‘Dammit,’ he muttered under his breath as he looked longer than he should have. The guy had soap all over his face and there was no way to just stand there staring to wait and see what was really under it when he rinsed off. The guy shot him a smile and turned back around; seemingly to have no thought at all of how Ben’s eyes had been drilling into him. Before he did anything more blatant and that may not be welcome, Ben went back to his room and immediately pounded off yet again. Sleep was going to come easy for him tonight. It did but was filled with dreams…dreams that centered around two things: the image imprinted in his mind now of what the guy looked like naked, and eventually finding out what his face looked like…and kissing him without soap lather all over his cheeks and chin.



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Tim had been a little shocked when he comprehended that the guy had been looking at him while he showered. He was used to joint showers from sports and gym classes and all the kidding around that went on between guys. But this time it was different. The guy had just been staring! Tim had only turned away because he felt his flaccid cock start to fill with blood when he saw how cute the guy was. His slightly shorter stature, sleek build, and dark blond hair was just the kind of guy that excited Tim the most. He didn’t want to pop a bone in front of the guy…at least not until he knew his name anyway. Even more disconcerting to him was the fact how much he reminded him of someone…the cousin he hadn’t seen since the ugly divorce between his aunt and uncle four years earlier. Fearful of finding out for sure; which would have been so simple by just knocking on his door; Tim instead allowed ‘Could it be?’ hang in his mind the rest of the night until sleep overtook him.



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Two days later, Ben was frustrated at having not seen his hot buns guy again. Classes had started and he had been exceptionally busy getting into the swing of things. He had watched for the hunk, but the planets hadn’t aligned to be able to catch him in the shower again or even granted him a replay of being able to see his great ass wandering down the hallway. Thanks to his expected roomie never showing up, Ben was at least able to settle for a couple more intensive jerk sessions stretched out naked on his bed and fantasizing about him. Each one was satisfying, but he wouldn’t be completely happy until he met this guy. Nothing else would probably happen between them, but at least knowing his name and actually seeing the face that was attached to the body would be enough for his whack time.

After finishing up a reading assignment, Ben decided to grab a late sandwich and Coke. He had skipped dinner and needed something to quell the grumbling coming from behind his abs. He walked over to the student union and after getting a sub, bag of chips, and a drink, he planted himself at a table off to the side, but one that gave him a good view of the people wandering around. He ate slowly and checked out each new guy that came through the dining area. Just as he was about done, his eyes enlarged at the same time his dick did. There he was! Chuckie Cheeks as he had begun to think of him, was strutting through the entrance. He was wearing bright blue nylon running shorts and had on a tee shirt that was at least one size too small and was showing off the well-defined chest and arms he had seen in the shower. Ben watched closely as he picked out a sandwich and soda and then turn to find a seat. ‘Over here…come sit by me,’ screamed in his brain, but his lips remained silent. Finally seeing the guy’s face clearly for the first time had Ben’s brain cells bumping together instantly. ‘I do know him from somewhere! But where?’ was all he could get the memory banks to regurgitate. Suddenly it hit him. ‘It can’t be…can it?’



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While standing at the counter and deciding on a selection for his late snack, Tim felt the eyes on him yet again. When he turned to look for a place to sit and eat, his own eyes quickly found the source of the feeling. The cute guy from the dorm was here and staring at him. As he looked him over, Tim wasn’t positive it was who he thought it was, but he grinned and headed straight for the table to find out. Even if this guy wasn’t the cousin he hadn’t seen in so long, he wanted to meet this guy anyway. Sauntering over casually, he dropped down at the table next to him to settle the mystery.



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Ben was a combination of total fear and nearly unrestrained excitement as the hunk came closer. When he picked the table next to him to sit at, Ben felt his cock begin to grow. He wanted to speak, but his mouth wouldn’t work. As he kept stealing glances at the guy’s face, Ben’s brain was fighting with itself. ‘It has to be him. But it’s been four years. Are you sure? I think so. Then say something and find out. But what if it isn’t? But what if it is?’ The debate going on between his ears was making him crazy.



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They traded smiles and looked at each other for a moment. Finally breaking the uneasy silence, Tim poised a one-word question. “Ben?”



“Tim? Is that really you?” he responded as his lips formed a wide smile.



Tim mirrored a big grin back. “Sure the hell is, cuz. Sonbitch! How long has it been?”



Ben offered a fist bump as he answered, “More than four years dude!”



“I saw you in the dorm bathroom the other day, but wasn’t sure.” Looking Ben up and down, he added, “Man you have changed. Last time I saw you, you were about a foot shorter and scrawny as an anorexic scarecrow.”



Ben laughed. “Well the last time I saw you, you weren’t any taller than I was and had enough baby fat yet to be the Pillsbury Doughboy’s double.” He stood up to move to the table with Tim, but allowed his eyes to cruise over his body first. “But you sure look a lot better now.” He blushed from the bluntness of the words as he sat down.



“Good genes and four years of high school sports had a lot to do with it.” Tim leaned back in his chair and gave his cousin the same once-over, but spending extra time on the upper chest showing through the thin pullover and the hard thighs stretching his shorts. ‘He may be my cousin, but he is a fucking turn-on,’ Tim told himself. He didn’t really need to since his cock had gone to full staff while looking him over. “You’ve filled out real well too, Ben,” he stated. ‘And so has your dick if that bulge means anything,’ zinged through his head. Tim’s hand reached over to squeeze a thigh. “Damn! Those legs are like rocks and with those pecs, I’m guessing swim team…right?”



The touch from Tim only intensified the strain Ben’s cock was making on his tight cargos. He knew he was leaking pre into his boxers too. “Y-y-yeah…co-captain my junior and senior years,” he stammered. ‘Oh my God! I’m boning up over my cousin and can barely talk,’ he thought. “That tee you’re wearing says your abs are better than mine though,” he complimented as he let his eyes wander down even further to check out the whole package that was his long-lost cousin. The lump he saw in the now tenting running shorts was more than obvious. Ben’s brain spoke to him. ‘Oh fuck! He is hard too! How wrong is this?’



The two cousins had been enjoying their reunion for only about a half hour when the announcement the student union was closing was made. Ben asked, “You want to talk some more? I managed to score a private room by accident if you do, and have a six pack of Bud we can split.”



Tim livened up even more than he had been at that prospect. ‘The way you have me turned on, I don’t know if being alone with you is a good idea…but I don’t care,’ was the short-lived discussion in his brain. “Sure. My first class isn’t until 10AM, so just do a last call by 2AM and I’m fine.”



“Let’s rock and roll then,” Ben declared as he stood up. He watched closely as Tim rose from his seat and did a barely concealed crotch adjustment hopelessly trying to hide the hard-on he was sporting. The one Ben had was showing just as bad in his tight cargo shorts but for some reason he wanted Tim to see it and left it alone. Just minutes later, he was unlocking his door. “Welcome to the crib,” he announced as he flipped on a light. “Make yourself at home.”



“That means I can get naked?” Tim jested.



“Whatever floats your boat man. I usually am when I’m here,” Ben shot back with a grin on his face. ‘I can only wish,’ was the thought he let tempt him. Unfortunately, Tim only slipped off his sneaks and took possession of the chair in front of the study desk. Ben did likewise before sitting down on the bed.



They were soon entangled in a conversation that ran the gamut of the latest updates on the families, including the dirt; to highlights of each other’s high school years and hobbies. They had a good laugh when they discovered they both shared the same two favorite things to do when not playing sports or in school: mountain biking and jacking off. For being two good looking jocks, the one thing that was suspiciously missing during the long exchanges, was the typical dating tales and bragging about sexual conquests. Neither had mentioned much about females beyond passing comments about prom dates and homecoming dances, but neither had admitted their virginity either. Tim finally took the plunge and broke the ice with, “So cuz…truth or dare time. You still waiting to get your cherry popped for real?”



Ben blushed a little and mumbled, “Truth. Don’t laugh, but yeah.” The look he got back said the question in his mind was okay to ask. “Truth or dare back…what about you?”



“Don’t feel pregnant dude,” Tim replied. “Truth. Me too. I’ve had handfuls of tit a few times, but…” He just let the rest of the explanation fade away.



Ben half smiled before speaking. “I got some stink finger once, and…well…nothing that really counted beyond that I guess you would say.” Not being totally certain where this tête-à-tête would go now, he decided to at least make a move to open things up a little more just in case Tim needed some incentive. He stood up and announced as he peeled off his shirt, “Man, I am over these clothes and getting comfortable.”



“Go for it,” was the initial salvo back from Tim as he slipped his tee off also. That was followed with, “Lose the shorts too if you want.” The ending one came with a grin: “It’s just us guys.”



It was impossible to miss the way Tim was looking over his bare upper torso as Ben reached down to unsnap his cargos. He wasn’t sure if it was due to the defined pecs and arms swimming had provided him or the hopeful chance there was some lust involved. His own desires as he looked over the hard chest and rippled abs of his cousin had made him half hard, but his fingers found his zipper and slid it down anyway. By the time he had pushed the pants to his ankles, Tim had already stripped out of the running shorts. The skimpy lime green bikini briefs he was wearing left even less to the imagination than the red swim team Speedos Ben was used to seeing packed almost as tight. Even though he gazed at the impressive lump showing, what he really wanted at that moment was to see how the clingy fabric looked from the backside. Finding a bravado he didn’t know he had, Ben ordered, “Turn around and show it all off, stud.”



Tim only grinned and used the ball of one foot to do an almost military spin. Glancing back over his shoulder, he asked, “Think my ass would look even better in one of those strings you swimmer guys call a suit?”



Ben didn’t answer at first because he was mesmerized by the way Tim’s cheeks rode perfectly in the stretched cotton. With Tim’s six foot plus height, the few square inches of his body that was still covered created a full picture that was nothing less than so completely erotic, that his cock grew enough for the tip to be trying to find an escape from the waistband of his boxers. Finally finding his voice again, Ben responded with, “I dunno if it could look any better, dude.” He gulped in some air hoping that statement wasn’t over the line.



Tim laughed out a “Thanks, man,” and turned back around even though his own tool had fully hardened too and was barely held back by the cloth as it snaked across his pelvis. He looked over Ben again closely and then reached out to slide a hand over his pecs. “You really got these from just swimming?”



Ben swallowed the moan that tried to escape his lips as Tim touched his chest. His cock twitched almost violently and “Umm, yeah,” was all he managed to let leak out at first. “The coach always said that ten laps a day of the pool doing breast strokes was better than a week of bench pressing in the weight room for chest development,” was added once he found his breath again.



Tim’s hand strayed across Ben’s man boobs once more as he nodded his head. “Sure looks like it worked,” he offered while letting a finger drag slowly over the left nipple.



Ben shuddered. He then felt the goose bumps rise on his forearms when Tim’s finger brushed against the right one. ‘Is he doing this to me on purpose?’ raced through his mind. A quick glance down let him see the large wet stain on the lime bikinis. ‘Fuck! He must be leaking pre like a dripping faucet.’ Just before Tim stopped his touches, Ben reviewed the last few moments in his mind and surmised to himself: ‘I think he is getting into this as much as I am.’



It took every bit of restraint he could find within himself to keep Tim from tracing his fingers down Ben’s flat stomach and grasping the bulge that seemed to be trying to rip out the threads of his boxers. ‘Touch me like I just touched you so I know it’s okay to go further,’ he asked silently. ‘Touch me anyway you want to. Just fuckin’ touch me please!’ He permitted a light moan to slip out when Ben seemed to have heard him by dancing his fingertips over Tim’s hard pecs. He blushed and stammered out an excuse that even sounded lame to his own ears. “Sorry, Ben. My nips are real sensitive and I get turned on real easy with them.”







“Oh really?” came from Ben with a smirk. “Just how turned on does it make you?” was followed by tweaking both of Tim’s nipples at the same time with a thumb and index finger from both hands. He knew he had probably just entered territory he couldn’t backtrack from, and hoped the move was taken as it had meant to be. Otherwise, he was totally screwed if he had read the signals wrong. The way the nubs responded by instantly hardening and the moan from Tim’s lips provided most of the answer.



“Fuckin’ A,” finally seeped from Tim’s mouth and his hands grabbed Ben’s waist to strengthen his quivering legs. Looking deep into his eyes, Tim slowly let his hands move to the front of Ben’s boxers and massaged his erection. “Looks like more than my nips are getting hard,” he teased as his hand worked the hidden boner. “Bet it will twitch even more if I…” He didn’t finish the statement…just jammed his hand through the fly and took the warm flesh he found in his palm.



Ben’s eyes snapped shut as he felt the squeezes begin. “Oh hell yes,” he whimpered as he felt the first hands ever beside his own begin working his tool. He reached around Tim and used both hands to grope the luscious globes that so fascinated him.



“Yeah baby!” was the cry coupled with another moan from Tim as Ben worked his butt cheeks like he was kneading bread. He laid his head on Ben’s shoulder and kissed his neck as he continued tugging on the throbbing cock in his hand. His mouth moved higher and chewed on an earlobe. He traced the ridges of the ear with his tongue tip and then slathered his way over Ben’s cheek. Caught up in the moment, he didn’t think at all as he licked Ben’s lips and then forced his tongue between them.



Ben’s lips parted easily and eagerly as he felt Tim’s tongue intruding. He yanked him tight to his body and rubbed Tim’s ass with even more enthusiasm as he sucked on the invading tongue. As their passionate making-out and crotch grinding reached a pinnacle, he suddenly pulled his mouth away. “Tim…should we really be doing this?” he questioned. “I mean…we are related after all.”



Tim grinned. “So we are ‘kissing cousins’ that are headed for much more I hope.” While he let that thought sink in to Ben, his lips and hands got busy again to hopefully help convince him.



“You mean it doesn’t bother you, Tim?”



“Just because your dad and my mother were brother and sister just makes us blood….barely. It doesn’t mean one of us will get pregnant and pop out a kid with three eyes.” He hesitated and then added, “Why? You wanna stop?” The question was almost moot as all four of their hands had yet to cease roaming and rubbing and fondling.



“Well no. Not really.” Ben responded with a smile. “Not unless you want to.”



Tim grinned back. “Hell no! This is the most aroused I ever been and I want to see how much more excited your cute ass can make me.” His fingers slipped to Ben’s waistband and as he pushed the loose boxers down the strong thighs, he added, “And that means we need to get naked.”



The beaming smile that appeared on Ben’s face came along with his hands nearly tearing Tim’s skimpy briefs off. After they both shook their underwear from their toes, they stood back and drank in each other’s nudeness. Ben admiring the endowment that was pointing straight at him, and Tim licking his lips over the unbelievably thick forest of blond curlies Ben’s slightly shorter but thicker cock was standing up in.



“Shit are you hung,” Ben panted while keeping his eyes pinned on at least seven or more inches of throbbing flesh.



Tim reached over and wandered his fingers around in Ben’s pube patch. “Yours isn’t anything to sneeze at cuz. And you have the hottest man patch I have ever seen.” He kept leaving fingerprints all over Ben’s groin and enjoying the attention Ben’s hand was giving his shaft.



“I wanna taste it,” was all that was said before Ben slumped to his knees. He took Tim’s cock in one palm, used the other to cup his balls, and looked up for approval.



Tim twisted his fingers in Ben’s thick blond hair and simply smiled at first. As soon as Ben leaned forward and swiped his tongue tip over the oozing mushroom, Tim moaned but also got out, “Don’t make me cum yet. I’m eating yours too first.” After that, for the next few minutes he only made noises of pleasure as Ben’s mouth explored every single inch of his cousins silky pole. When he felt a warning rumble from his balls, he pulled Ben to his feet and kissed him again. After breaking the embrace he explained, “I was getting close, so now it’s your turn.”



Before Tim could lower himself to the floor, Ben stopped him. “I’ve got another plan than just you sucking me,” was cryptically uttered. Ben took Tim’s hand in his and led him to the bed. He stretched out on the sheets and grinned. “Lay down on top of me and we can do each other, hunk,” was the demand.



Tim’s cock bounced in the air at the thought of them sixty-nining, and he immediately joined him and covered Ben’s body with his. He wasted no time in taking Ben’s tool through his lips and was soon letting himself be completely impaled thanks to Ben licking and chewing on his nuts. He was lost in his own world enjoying the sensations of Ben’s cock rubbing on his tongue and his hips jousting up into his face. Suddenly every nerve in his body electrified as Ben made a totally unexpected move and Tim cried out best he could with his mouth stuffed full.



Ben had spent little time mouthing Tim’s cock, but instead concentrated on soaking his balls with saliva. After inhaling them into his mouth and then rolling them around on his tongue, Ben spit them out and tugged gently on the loose skin of his sac with his teeth. As much as he was enjoying the unique feel of Tim’s low hangers on his lips, the view above them was his true intention. His hands had been working the beautiful twin globes while he teased Ben’s nuts and he finally used both hands to push the tight cheeks apart. He stared at the winking flesh eye for only a couple of seconds, thinking to himself, ‘Any ass that looks this good just has to taste even better.’ Completely dedicated now, he moved in and dragged his moist tongue over the twitching pink spot. The intense quivering that came from Tim and the increased vigor of his mouth working Ben’s rod was an unqualified statement that he was loving this new experience. Ben used both palms to spread the hard buns of his cousin even wider and pasted his face as tight as he could between them.



When Ben’s tongue pierced his virgin ring, Tim shuddered. He had never felt anything so insanely good in his life. He abandoned Ben’s cock only long enough to beg, “Please don’t stop,” and immediately swallowed him again. The tongue pressed in deeper and Tim wiggled back into it with total lust and desire for more. By the time Tim felt the lips jammed as tight as they could be and the light stubble on Ben’s chin scraping his split, the invasion of his man pussy was being accompanied by tender chewing. He knew he was dripping precum all over Ben and could already feel the main juice looking for the escape route. Once again freeing his mouth, he warned, “Gawd does that feel great, but ease off for a bit or you’re gonna make me cum.”



Tim grinned to himself and then wedged his tongue in as deep as it could physically go one last time. He left a large amount of spit on Ben’s pucker as he pulled his face off. Quickly getting his index finger as wet as could in his mouth, he started teasing the same spot he had just vacated. “You like that do you, cuz?” came just as the finger poked the rosebud open.



“Fuck yeah!” Tim threw back along with his hips pushing against the newest intrusion. When Ben’s finger easily slipped past the second digit, he moaned out, “A lot better than me doing myself when I beat off.” As he felt the second finger probing, he whimpered out, “Oh yes! More babe!” and went back to sucking Ben.



Ben soon had both fingers working inside Tim’s cavern and felt him loosing up with each drive in and out he made. While his hand toiled to excite Tim more, his mouth joined in making oral love to the cheeks he had wanted so badly. His tongue licked them. His lips planted sensuous kisses all over them. His face rubbed them like a cat marking territory. He paused his efforts only long enough to state, “I love your ass Tim. It’s so hot and so tight.” He yanked his fingers free and went back to tossing Tim’s salad with renewed gusto. The only warning he gave before slipping his tongue back inside was, “And tastes so good.”

Ch. 01, In the Beginning



As I lay on my back with my head hanging over the edge of the bed they approached me. Both hot young men they were in their late twenties or early thirties about six or eight years younger than I at the time. Both with beautiful uncut cocks. They were still soft and this was my dream come true. I love sucking a cock from its flaccid state to hardness to shooting its essence down my throat. They looked at each other and one stepped closer. So close his wonderful cock touched my cheek. I turned my head to take it into my mouth sucking the long foreskin in. I almost died it felt so wonderful! I sucked it in and out until it started to fill with his life’s blood and then worked my tongue into it to cover his cock crown. I was fucking his foreskin with my tongue while licking around his crown.



He moaned and I could see his legs shake. I knew he was enjoying this almost as much as I! I maneuvered him so that his legs straddled my face and went to work. This is what I lived for, feeling a virile young man’s cock come to life in my mouth. As he hardened I held him in my mouth sucking like a baby on a nipple. He was a very big man! As he filled my mouth and throat I had to move him back some to prevent him from choking me.



The other had moved to my side and tried to caress my pulsing cock. I gently moved his hand and reaching out for him found his cock. It was now as hard as his friend I was sucking. Looks like I’ll miss feeling him come to life in my mouth! I reached under his cock to cup his balls but all my being was centered on my mouth and the hot throbbing cock within.



I reached behind the one in my mouth and gripping his ass cheeks maneuvered him into a fucking motion so he was quickly fucking my face.



I see his knees buckle a little as he moved forward to support himself on his hands and we get into an erotic dance. Him leading and I following.



His cock feels huge and I am glad for all the men that came before him that readied me for this.



I now trust him to stay in this rhythm and move one of my hands to reach out blindly searching for the other cock. The second moves to my touch so that I can slowly stroke his cock to the timing of my lovers fucking.



They both are moaning and saying things to each other like: “I told you he would be good, he sucks like an Olympian. Next time I get the mouth! Look at how hard his cock is! He is leaking drool down to his balls. I can’t wait until I can taste that.



And finally the one in my mouth says: “Oh fuck I’m going to cum. If you swallow you will be a lock to join “The Group”.



As I feel the sweet man juice shoot up his length and hit the back of my throat I feel the one I am stroking shoot all over my cock and balls.



This is so maddening that I start to cum myself without any stimulation on my cock!



“Well he will get my vote!” James, the one I had sucked said.



As we all lay back against the headboard we are sung up against each other our hot sweaty bodies touching. I am in the middle and don’t know where to put my arms. Behind them? Down between our legs? I decide after what has just happened nothing is off limits so I reach down to caress each of their cocks.



It is then that I ask: “So what is The Group and what is all this voting?”



James says: “I bet you thought you picked us up didn’t you? On the prowl looking for fun?”



Sam the one I had stroked off said: “GONG! Wrongo! No soup for you. We picked you. We were looking for some new blood to join a sort of private club we belong to.”



“Well tell me more, but as Groucho once said: “I would never join a club that would have me as a member!”.



James adds: “We are 6 guys and 4 women that belong to a sort of commune. We are second generation Hippies of a sort. All of our folks were free spirits and we either knew each other or added someone who was like-minded. We are all between 25 and 55. We meet as a group once a month and as smaller pods more frequently. We are all bi to some degree. Some not as much as others but you must be at least comfortable being in a mixed group setting while all naked and not freak out. You are bi aren’t you? You do like women to some degree?”



“I am open to fun with both sexes and have had a fair amount of threesomes and a few couples swap.” I offer.



“You must be accepted by all the members and this was sort of a test to see if you might fit in and I think it is safe to say that we, Sam and I, would welcome you in.” James said.



“Wo, you got your cock sucked, all I got was a nice hand job. Speak for yourself!” Sam laughed.



“Unless you guys are ready to leave, I think we all can change that.” I add.



I rolled to my knees and put my hands on either side of Sam’s legs. His cock was soft but still about 4 inches long; down from the 6 it had been when I stroked him off. It lay across his leg and I leaned over to cover it at the base. I love having the underside of my cock sucked just under the crown and at the very bottom and sucked him like I want it done to me. I could feel the length of him on the side of my face and his ball sack was pressed to my other cheek by his legs held together. I love the feel of a cock harden in my mouth and wanted this so I worked my way up his length before he could do so.



As I worked my way to his tip I covered it with my wet mouth and licked into his foreskin. I love sucking cock but uncut are my favorite and having two made my night. As I was sucking on his skin he started to get hard and he said: “Fuck me! You are World Class! If you can eat pussy this well you will make a lot of our friends happy.”



“Do you fuck? I mean do you take it in the ass? ‘Cause that is also part of who we are.” James asked.



As I rose up on my knees I spread my legs and still sucking Sam I reached back to spread my cheeks to show him my shaved anus. I flexed it to show him how eager I was for a fuck.



I did not want to let the now hot hard cock out of my mouth but did and looked back over my shoulder to James and said: “What do you think?”



He jumped up and went across the room where his jacket was and pulled out a bottle of my favorite, Astroglide. He quickly returned to the bed as he flipped the cap up and squirted a lot into his palm. For just a second I was a little unsure of fitting that big cock in my ass as he was noticeably bigger than Sam.



As he was covering his meat with the lube working it around the crown and under his foreskin, I had to say: “You might have to take this slow. I haven’t had anyone as fine as you in some time.”



“So, if I was to try to stick my tongue in you first it would help?” He said smiling.



“Oh yes. I always say, “If you think it is tight, give it a couple of kisses and anything is right!” I say still flexing my ass hole dying to be double ended.



James moves behind me and I feel his slippery hands spread my ass cheeks and feel the heat of his breath on my hole.



“He is pretty good at this so why don’t you get back to my cock so you have something to hang on to!” Sam quips pulling my face back to his cock which is leaking juice and bobbing around in front of him like a divining rod looking for something wet. I oblige him by filling my mouth with spit and kissing his cock head sucking sloppily.



I am loving the feel of this perfect size cock, but it is all but forgotten when James kisses me right on the anus. OH FUCK! I love this! I first ate a young ladies ass hole so many years ago and the shocked look on her face was something I will never forget. Thank gawd she loved it because it was the beginning of a lifelong love of the act. But the day someone returned the favor to me is one of the top spank bank memories for me.



But right now James is showing me just how it should be done. He obviously loves doing it as much as I. I would be hard pressed to decide whether I wanted to lick a sweet clean ass hole or have it done to me.



Still holding my cheeks open he covers my ass hole with his lips and works me over with his tongue. It is maddening the pleasure this brings. It is more than the physical pleasure it is also knowing what the person doing it is giving you.



I am still sucking the cock in my mouth but it is far from the center of my attention. James is now sliding his fingers of one hand up and down my ass crack while still working my hole over with his tongue. I flash the thought that Astroglide should make a flavored lube!



James says: “Hold yourself open for me so I can get you ready fucker.”



As I reach back to spread my ass open for him he runs a finger over my hole. After the job he has done with his tongue I am already loose and his middle finger slides right into me. I feel him squirt some lube between my cheeks so that it runs down to where his finger is working. Spreading the lube I easily open for him accepting another finger and he works them in to caress my prostate.



Hearing me moan around the cock in my mouth he says: “Like that slut? You are so the type of member we are looking for.”



He soon has three fingers fucking me and I am leaking juice from my cock and shivering with desire.



“Fuck me, fuck me now.” I beg.



I feel so empty as he slowly slides his fingers from me, but know what is next is going to be so much better. As I feel his cock head touch my anus I inhale and open myself so that it easily enters me. He holds there letting both of us enjoy the feeling. This is the ultimate sexual submission for a man. No doubt for a woman also but it was just us guys here and it was like I was giving James the entry to my soul. His cock was making me light headed and I had to suck on Sam harder to keep from passing out.



James slowly was pushing some of his manhood into me and holding my hips would wait to feel me open myself to more cock. He would them pull almost out of my ass and wait again, then feed me more cock, flexing his meat to show me that he was the one in control of this.



Soon I could feel his legs against my ass and knew he was deep in my guts. He started to fuck me with a hip rolling movement that was working my ass over from end to end. As he fucked in and out of me his cock was touching all of me like I don’t think anyone else ever has. This boy could fuck!



I jumped as I felt Sam reach for my ball sack and squeeze me. He maneuvered himself so that he could slide under me and takes my soft cock into his hot mouth and suck. This is about as close to heaven as one can get. A cock in my mouth, one in my ass and mine in another mouth. I sometimes lose my hard on when being fucked as my being is centered around my ass and what is being done to it but Sam quickly changes that.



As I spread my legs like the slut James just had called me it pushed my cock deeper into Sam’s mouth and I leaned down to let his fill my mouth. As I was now completely into what was happening my cock filled with blood and Sam groaned with pleasure. We were locked in this erotic dance of men pleasuring each other while enjoying the pleasure of the others.



As I was the one getting the most attention I felt my nuts pull up to my groin and started shooting my hot juice into Sam’s mouth. My ass was spasming from my orgasm so that it was squeezing James’s cock and he was the next to cum. He pushed even deeper into my bowels and holding me tight to him, he blew hot cum into me. Shot after shot almost scalded my insides intensifying my orgasm filling Sam’s mouth and throat. This pushed Sam over the edge and he started shooting his load into my mouth. For guys that had just cum they both seemed to shoot even more than they had before.



I think I was the first to actually stop shooting but we all held still, not wanting the first to break the connection we had. As I was swallowing the last of Sam’s cum he was the first to move as his cock slipped from my mouth. As I was also softening and feeling very sensitive I lifted to free myself from Sam’s grip.



Sam moved out from under me and I could hear him say to James: “Fuck me! We have had some great times bro, but this has to be one of the best, ever!”



James slipped from my ass and I felt so empty. I wanted to be filled back up, at both ends, but knew that we all would need time to recover.



“I hate to leave but we have to work tomorrow, would you like to meet some of our friends next week end and see if they are as hot for you as we obviously are?” Sam ask seeing James nod in agreement.



So begins my journey into The Group.

This is the third part of a mini-series. It is based in the UK and is entirely fictional. I would recommend you read Chapters 1 and 2 of Birthday Surprise, to familiarise yourself with the characters.



Here is a synopsis of the previous two chapters:



The story is written in the first person (“I”). The main character is a female professional in her mid 30s. To celebrate her birthday, her boyfriend (Mark) takes her to a luxury country hotel for a weekend of sexual fun and adventure. He surprises her by inviting a mysterious female (Jo) to share their bedroom for the night. This is the first time the main character has had a threesome with another woman…



I hope you enjoy this story!




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The ornate wall clock in the hotel bedroom indicated it was after 10 in the morning, but still my eye-lids remained heavy and unwilling to open yet. Bright rays of sunlight were denied entry into the bedroom by the heavy velvet curtains drawn across each window. The room was in virtual darkness; the log fire had burned itself out during the middle of the night and no longer provided a source of illumination. Inside my head, a series of erotic dreams were reliving the highlights of the night before. These uncontrollable sexual thoughts and fantasies were scratching the surface of my inner desires; reaching out to my libido and preparing my body for the adventures that lay ahead.



With my energy levels recharged once more, I slowly began to rouse from my deep slumber. I was lying on my side, but still reluctant to take the first glance of the day. I sensed Mark spooning up behind me, with his morning hard-on nestled between my buttocks. The head of his penis tickled my outer labia as he gently swayed his hips. With his arm around my waist, he applied delicate butterfly-like kisses to the top of my back and neck. I turned to jelly immediately. From my mouth I emitted a purring sound, as if I were a cat. I relished every part of Mark’s touch, as the transformation from dreamy sleep-state to full-awareness took hold. I mimicked Mark’s forward and backward movements with my own. My pussy was wet and receptive to further stimulation. However, being the tease that he was, he resisted the natural instinct to plunge his cock deep inside me. Instead he rolled me over onto my back and smothered me with a prolonged kiss on the lips. Our tongues began to inter-weave, as we engaged in some passionate French kissing.



“Good morning gorgeous!” he finally whispered. “I thought you’d never wake up.”



In an instant, a cheesy grin covered my face. I looked into his loving eyes and wanted to embrace him forever.



“What time is it?” I asked in a bleary voice.



“Ten thirty. Time for a shower, me thinks.”



With another peck on my lips and a sly wink of the left eye, Mark hopped out of the bed and scurried off towards the bathroom.



I was more alert now, thanks to the tantalising morning entree served up by Mark. I pulled myself up into a sitting position. Beside me was Jo, who had a restful look on her face, as she continued sleeping. Jo lay motionless, as she was still consumed by sleep. The duvet had slipped in the night and was only covering the lower half of her body. I admired her ample breasts once more, and found myself salivating at the possibility of kissing her pert nipples. Tempting as it was, I decided to hold back from doing this. She clearly needed more time asleep and I didn’t want to be the one to deprive her of this pleasurable pastime. There would be plenty of time later in the day to re-acquaint myself with Jo’s delectable assets!



Instead, I decided to follow Mark into the bathroom. I gave a cheeky wolf whistle at the sight of Mark’s naked torso, as he prepared to take a shower. At this point he had his back to me and I marvelled at his pert bum, which I always thought was one of his best features. He turned back to smile at me before focusing his attention on working out how to turn the shower on.



This five star hotel did not cut any corners with the fixtures and fittings. The decadent proportions of the bathroom were amplified by the decision of the hotel owners to go for a modern arrangement. Instead of installing a shower cubicle or bath, it was designed as a wet room. The floor was covered with natural stone tiles which sloped towards a shiny metallic grill. This allowed water from the shower to safely escape, without the need for a fitted shower tray or shower door. Attached to the ceiling was a deluxe shower head. Mark adjusted the settings on a sensor on the wall and a powerful spray of warm water immediately cascaded onto Mark’s head. Hazy clouds of steam wafted around the bathroom as he immersed himself in the pleasure of having a shower.



I strolled towards Mark and he held open his arms to hug me. “Glad you could join me” he quipped with a joyful smile.



We revelled in the warmth of the water as it cascaded over our skins. The fine droplets acted as a gentle massager and within moments I was wet from head to toe. We engaged in some light petting — our hands playfully running up and down each other’s backs, while nibbling ears, and making sumptuous kisses down the neckline. After some minutes of this, I spied upon some shower gel that Mark had dropped on the floor. I grabbed the plastic bottle and applied a generous amount of the soapy gel on to both hands. With a devilish glint in my eye I suggested that Mark might need some help getting clean. In an enticing manner, I smoothed my hands across the front of his hairy chest. I smeared the shower gel into Mark’s body; sliding my hands progressively lower and lower. When they reached his pubic hair region, Mark gave a little groan of encouragement. With my bubbly hands, I could not resist encasing them around his firm shaft. In a slow, sensual motion, I lifted my hands along the length, lathering it in the soapy gel.



“We better make sure we clean everywhere thoroughly”, I said as I pulled back his foreskin to ensure it was washed. Next, I took hold of his testicles and began massaging them with my fingers, on the pre-text of washing them. It was a picture to capture the delight in Mark’s brown eyes, as I continued to manipulate his genitals. Without needing to say anything more, I slowly lowered myself onto my knees.



My eyes were now level with his raging hard-on. The soap suds had all but washed away, as the shower continued to deluge us with its delightful spray. I licked my lips in eager anticipation of giving Mark a blow job. I began by blowing gently across the very tip of his penis. I followed this up with some light licks; starting at the base of his manhood and then higher up.



As my mouth reached the top of his proud member, I enveloped my lips around it. With just the first couple of inches inside my mouth, I was able to swirl my tongue in a clockwise motion around the sensitive tip of Mark’s penis. I was careful not to bite down with my teeth, knowing that would be painful. My saliva mixed with the fresh drips of the shower water; coating his dick in a continual layer of moisture.



I removed the head of the penis from my mouth temporarily, as I prepared to deep throat him. I adjusted my hair behind my shoulders, so I could continue to have a clear view of Mark’s face. I wanted to treasure the escalating excitement that would be all too evident in his facial expression. It was a powerful feeling, knowing that your actions were taking another person closer to sexual ecstasy.



I was always proud of my ability to give good head. I recalled many a drunken evening, spent with female friends over a bottle of wine. Several of my friends confessed to giving blow jobs under duress and found no pleasure from doing so. For a few it was the fear of gagging. For others, it was the belief that it was in some way dirty or unnatural. I, on the other hand, got a kick out of giving blow jobs because of the reaction I got from my partner. It was no mean feat taking a whole penis into your mouth, but I knew it would produce a mind-blowing, pleasurable experience for Mark.



Ensuring that I took a deep breath, I opened my mouth as wide as possible and carefully fed Mark’s cock into the back of my throat. Although it was uncomfortable accepting such a large object into my mouth, it was made easier by the lubrication of the shower water and my own saliva. I continued to welcome Mark’s cock into my mouth. I was determined to make this the best blow job I had ever given, as a way of showing my appreciation to him. As my lips reached Mark’s mass of pubic hair, an inner contentedness welled up inside me. I gradually ascended his shaft again. In doing so, I continued to apply firm pressure with my lips and throat muscles, to create the most exquisite sucking sensation. I took a peek upwards and saw the radiant signs of satisfaction in Mark’s face. His head was tilted back slightly and his eyes were closed. He was moaning to himself, unable to contain the exuberating pleasure I was giving him.



Amongst all of this sexual pleasure giving, I had completely forgotten about Jo. A slight sound from outside the bathroom door drew my eyes away from the task in hand and towards the direction of the noise. Framed in the silhouette of the door was Jo in all of her naked glory. One of her petite hands had gravitated between her legs while the other was desperately tweaking her nipples. She was clearly aroused by my blow job performance, and in desperate need to masturbate.



Although I had known Jo for less than twelve hours, I did not perceive her as a threat to my relationship with Mark. I had no pangs of jealousy or anger at her being so aroused. Instead, I decided to invite her to join me in pleasuring Mark.



“Hi. I thought it was time that we focused a bit of TLC on Mark. Would you care to help me along?”



Given Jo’s brazen confidence last night, I was slightly surprised that she looked embarrassed at being caught in the act of masturbating. Jo’s cheeks reddened as she quickly withdrew he hands to a more neutral position.



“That’s really kind but I don’t want to step over the mark and interfere in your love life.”



“Look, I don’t think that’s going to be an issue. Honestly, I’d like you to be here. I don’t have any hang-ups in sharing Mark with you.”



Jo gulped and shifted about on her toes. “Thanks for saying that. I guess I better fess up. I’m not that used to being with men.”



“Don’t worry; I can give you a few tips to be getting along!” I offered in a reassuring manner.



Jo was about to move closer to us, when she hesitated for a moment. She uttered a cryptic remark: “I’ve got an idea of something I can do that will make this extra special for Mark.” She dashed back into the bedroom and returned carrying a small bottle of lubricant and a string of inter-connected rubber beads. The beads varied in size, with the smallest being one centimetre diameter and progressively increasing in dimension, with the largest being three centimetres wide. The string of beads ended in a large circular hoop, which denoted its end. Mark raised his eyebrows with a quizzical look at the presence of the new item but I had a fair idea of what Jo had in mind!



I stood up to kiss Mark on his lips once more. “Don’t worry. We haven’t finished just yet! Just go with the flow!”



He timidly replied, “Okay.”



It was refreshing to be back in control. Last night, as pleasurable as it was, I had been left at the whims of the others to satisfy me. Now the tables were turned on Mark, with him being at the mercy of two stunning women!



Jo went behind Mark, whilst I remained in front of him. As I returned to kissing Mark’s neck, Jo smothered the beads in the lubricant. She then tipped the bottle upside down and allowed a generous dribble to slide between Mark’s buttocks. Jo immediately began rubbing a couple of her fingers up and down the crevice. I knew that Jo had started massaging his anus with her finger tips, when Mark’s eyes bulged slightly. I continued to administer kisses across his chest, neck and lips, to keep him aroused and reduce any anxiety he had about what Jo was up to.



I started to nibble on Mark’s left shoulder and was able to glance down at Jo. She held up the smallest bead and carefully pressed it against Mark’s rear hole. Although there was some resistance from Mark’s sphincter, the combination of lubricant and the recent finger massage by Jo, enabled it to slide inside.



“Woooaah! What’s going on?!?!” gasped Mark, turning his head back in the process. I planted my hands firmly on his ears and swivelled his head back towards me. “This is your passport to another level of orgasmic delight!” I squealed. I mashed my lips against his and inserted my swirling tongue into his open mouth.



Jo proceeded to insert the next bead into Mark’s bottom. It was fractionally larger than the previous one. Again, she applied slight pressure until his anal muscles relented and allowed it entry. Over the next few minutes, this process was continued, with bead after bead entering Mark’s rear. Each time, the bead entered, Mark visibly squirmed, as he adjusted to the new sensations. I lovingly distracted Mark from any discomfort he might have been feeling, by kissing, nibbling and biting all of his erogenous zones.



Jo proudly declared, “That’s it. They’re all in.” I admired Mark’s firm posterior. The only sign of the beads was the circular hoop that was cheekily poking out of his bottom!



I lowered myself back to the floor and Jo sat next to me. Together we marvelled at the large phallus before us. Mark’s hard on seemed to have grown in size and stature since the anal beads had been inserted. His breathing seemed more rapid than before, and he was unable to resist running his hand up and down his shaft. I playfully slapped his hand away from his cock. “We’ll have none of that. It’s our turn to satisfy you!” I promised.



Without more a do, I engulfed his needy cock with my hungry mouth. Once more my mouth played a merry tune on his meat flute. As I sucked and licked his penis, my hands cradled his balls. Not to be out done, Jo tickled the inside of Mark’s thighs with kisses. Mark’s legs were beginning to rock as his impending orgasm neared. Wishing to share the moment, I gestured for Jo to take over the blow job. Jo showed some hesitancy, and it was evident that she was unfamiliar with what to do. I gave her some basic pointers and she began to run her tongue along one side of Mark’s shaft. I decided to copy Jo, and mirrored her tongue movements along the opposite side of his cock.



Mark was clearly overwhelmed by the erotic sight of two women paying homage to his sex organ. He was grunting now and finding it more difficult to keep his balance. His muscular legs became more wobbly by the second. Mark could barely speak but he managed to shout a warning: “I’m really close to cuming! God! Whatever you do, please don’t stop!”



Jo and I had no intention of stopping! We were both determined to give Mark a mind blowing orgasm! I looked up at Mark’s face to gauge when he was going to release his seed. As I spotted the signs that he was going to explode, my hand whipped round to the circular ring poking out of his bottom. I tugged firmly at the anal beads as the first spurt of semen shot out of Mark’s cock. The beads began popping out of his bottom with gusto. Mark howled out in pleasure at the magnitude of the orgasm he was now experiencing. His sperm arced through the air in a grand trajectory. I couldn’t believe how much cum was being produced or how far it was able to travel! Mark kept spurting more and more cum. Both Jo and I were covered in his white, sticky, love juice. As the last anal bead made a satisfying “pop”, Mark’s outpouring of jism petered out. In between his panting, Mark tried to regain control of his limbs after such an intense blow job.



“Fucking hell! That was out of this world!”



Mark gave me a huge hug and we kissed once more. It was amazing to think we had been under the shower for thirty minutes. All of these sexual escapades were time absorbing, but it didn’t seem to bother any of us.



Mark moved away from the shower and grabbed an Egyptian bath towel. He swiftly wrapped it around his middle and got a smaller towel to quickly wipe away the excess wetness from his hair and face. With a smile and a wink, Mark walked out of the bathroom saying,”I don’t know about you guys, but I’m starving hungry. I’m going to order some room service for everyone. I’ll leave you two alone for a bit. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”



With Mark out of the room, Jo took the hint and immediately placed her arms around my body. She brought me close to her and whispered into my ear, “I think we both need a good clean up now, don’t you?”

My previous exhibitionist adventure at the Russian Baths had been fun, but left me wanting more. As I thought about it over the ensuing days, I realized that I wanted more than just attention — though I definitely wanted that, too.



“What about getting a job at as strip club?” said Peter.



I was in Peter’s bed. We had just finished fucking, and I let Peter cum in my ass. I felt a few drops of his semen dripping out of me. I felt dirty, which I loved.



“I could, I guess,” I said. “But I’d hate my parents to find out about it. They’re pretty conservative. And there’s no real nudity, and those strip clubs don’t allow touching — or at least not much. I think I want to be touched, groped.”



“What about the St. Venus Theater?”



“Never heard of it. Where is it?”



“It’s a floating party, so it varies. Basically, it’s a private party that’s a strip club. Once a month, some guys rent out a lounge-type bar and hold an invite-only party. It’s expensive to get in — $200 or so, but your booze is free. Everything but champagne. Plus, they only use amateur girls.”



“And they allow groping?”



“They allow pretty much everything,” he said. “I’ve heard a stories about guys getting head, but I don’t know if they’re true.”



“So there is sex in the champagne room?”



“No champagne room. But they always have a downstairs area that’s dimly lit.”



“”And how do you know all this?”



“I went once or twice, before I met you.”



“So you have their number?”



“I have an email address.”



“Please send it to me. I’m intrigued,” I said.



I reached between my legs and wiped the cum from my ass. Then I licked my fingers clean.



“Cum — it does a body good.”



I emailed “Rob S.” saying I was interested, and he called me back the next day. This was awkward, because I was at school. I’d enrolled at Hunter College to get a master’s degree in urban studies. I was studying with some friends in the cafeteria, so I stepped away to take the call.



“Kathi” asked the voice.




”It’s me.”




“It’s Rob from the St. Venus. Got your email. We’ve got a party coming up next week, and we could use some new girls. Interested?”



“”I’d like to know more.”



“No problem. Party starts at 8:00 and goes to 4:00. We run two five-hour shifts. so the girls don’t have to work the whole night. You’re responsible for your own clothing, but we’ll have a house mom to help with hair and make-up. Lap dances are $20 each.”



I lowered my voice, as my friends were only ten feet away.



“Do you allow nudity?”



“That’s up to you. Some girls get nude, but there’s no pressure. The girls who do get nude make more money.”



“And groping?”



“We have several bouncers, so that’s not a problem.”



One of my friends was waving me back to the study group. But I needed to talk about sex. I was beginning to get turned on.



“I’m sorry, I wasn’t clear,” I said. “Do you allow groping, if the girl wants to be groped?”



“Friend, that’s completely up to you.”



“And what about sex?”



“I don’t want to talk about that. Basically, we’re just holding a party. What you do at the party is your business.”



“How much do the girls make?”



“It varies a lot, but I don’t think anybody leaves with less than $500. We have generous customers. Oh, and we’re doing a contest for the new girls that night. That’s also $500.”



“I think I’d like to do this.”



“Need to see you first. Could you be in midtown east this afternoon or evening?”



“I’m here now. Would you like to meet now?”



“Terrific.”



I made an excuse to exit the study group, and headed down towards 43rd Street and 2nd Ave. I didn’t know what to expect from this meeting, but I assumed I was going to get naked for a stranger. Now I was getting wet.



I met Rob, oddly, in an Irish pub. There weren’t many people here, and Rob was the only guy sitting at the bar. I introduced myself and sat down.



“You’re pretty. Ever dance before?” he asked.



“Not as a stripper,” I said.



“It’s pretty easy. It’s mostly grinding and acting sexy. Look like you’re having fun.”



“I like to have fun,” I said with a wink.



“Good,” he said. “Let’s go to the office.”



Rob led me downstairs and into the office. I noticed that he didn’t shut the door. He sat down on and the desk.



“OK, let’s see what you’ve got,” he said.



I put my bag down and took off my jacket. I felt Nude Girl coming on. I was being ordered to strip, and I loved it.



I pulled off my t-shirt and took off my bra. Then I kicked off my boots. I undid the buttons to my jeans and pulled them off.



“That’s great. Nice ass, nice tits,” he said.



But I wasn’t done. I pulled my panties to the floor and stepped out of them.



“Didn’t have to do that,” said Rob.



“I like being nude,” I said.



“You’re an exhibitionist?” he asked.



“I am.”



“You’re going to do fine.”



There was a knock on the door, and two waiters came in. They stopped in their tracks when they saw me.



“Sorry,” said one of them, “didn’t know you were interviewing.”



“No problem, guys. I don’t mind,” I said. “So what do you think? Do you think guys would want to get dances from me?”



I walked over to one of them, turned around and ground my ass into his crotch.



“I would,” he said.



Then I turned to face the other one. I put his hands on my breasts.



“And you?”



He was bashful at first, but soon began kneading my breasts.



“Question answered,” I said.



“Please stop groping the new girl and get what you need,” said Rob.



So I had a new job.



The party was on a Thursday night in Chelsea. As a new girl, I’d work the first shift from 8:00 to 1:00. The second shift made more money, but I wasn’t really doing this for the money. I showed up at 7:15 and was led to a make-shift dressing room in a room downstairs.



I had decided I couldn’t strip in jeans and a t-shirt, so I went shopping for something more whore-ish. I found a little sailor suit, which I though I could sell with my tattoos. Basically, it was a halter top which tied in the front, and hot pants. Both were white with navy blue piping.



I found a corner and changed. The house mom asked if I wanted help with hair and makeup, but I don’t really do either of those things. I’m basically a punk girl, so I’m purposefully low maintenance. More girls were coming in now, so I checked out what the other girls were wearing. It was an odd mix. No real stripper dresses, but a lot of sexy-girl-going-out-for-the-night. Some even wore business suits. And one girl actually wore pajamas. But these amateurs were cute and they all had good figures.



And they were all willing to take their clothes off in public. My kind of girls.



I made my way upstairs to the bar and ordered a drink.



“Dewar’s and soda, please.”



When the doors opened at 8:00, there was already a line outside. The girls flirted with the guys as they came in, but the first order of business for the boys was getting drinks. I chatted with a few nice guys who asked me back after the contest.



I had fun getting touchy-feely with them. I put my arms around their shoulders, or let my hands linger on their thighs. I don’t flirt like that in real life, even with girls. But this wasn’t real life. And I liked it when they touched me, too.



I had one more drink, and then it was time to line up for the amateur contest. There were four new girls, including me. Rob had explained the contest to us earlier. Basically, they’d clear a lane down the middle of the lounge, and each of us would walk out and shake our stuff. The first time we’d be fully dressed, the second time we’d topless and the third time we were urged to flash a little pussy. But, to be fair, there was no pressure. Just no chance of winning.



The first girl out had on a white silk shirt, a pearl choker and tight black pants. After they called her name, she walked out onto the floor, unbuttoning her shirt to the waist. She stopped by various tables and bent over, allowing the guys to gaze in at her breasts. On the way back, she took her shirt off, revealing a very nice strapless semi-bra. And her tits, though small, looked great.



The next girl had on pretty much the same thing, minus the choker, except she had on a black skirt instead of pants. Which meant that she was limited in what she could do, and she pretty much copied the first girl. She wasn’t going to be competition.



The third girl up was the one in the pajamas — Jeannie. She had a ton of energy, was very playful and was just plain super-cute. Blonde, wavy shoulder length hair. Curves that showed through her pajamas. And an adorable little nose. We hadn’t done any dances yet, but I could tell that most of the guys in the club were already falling in love with her. I just wanted to fuck her.



Jeannie unbuttoned her pajama top, revealing that she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts bounced as she walked, and she stopped by couple of tables to press her tits into some guys faces. She was a hit, and the crowd was cheering her on.



I was up next.



I strutted over to the first table of guys.



“Would you please untie my sailor top?” I asked. “And please be sure to cop a feel or two as well.”



They needed no further encouragement. Soon my top was open, and I felt several different hands groping my breasts and tweaking my nipples. I hit a few more tables, and let the guys there feel me up, too.



I was beginning to have fun.



I walked back to the head of the room, and the first girl was up again. She peeled off her semi-bra, and then undid her pants, sliding them to her ankles. She had on a skinny black thong and thigh-high stockings. She looked good.



She walked out and stopped by several tables, squatting on guys’ knees and hugging them, kissing their necks and grinding her breasts into their chests. The guys hugged her back and groped a little side-boob, but nothing like what I had done.



The second girl took off her bra and stepped out of her skirt. She actually had a better ass than I initially thought, and her breasts looked good, too. But she didn’t have a lot of flair, and she basically repeated what the first girl had done.



Next up was Jeannie, who theatrically removed her pajama top and threw it behind her. Then she undid the drawstring on the bottoms and let them slide to the floor. She had on a red thong.



She strutted out to the first table and spread the legs of the first guy there. She turned around and sat down in his lap, grinding away at his crotch.



She did much the same at other tables, though sometimes she would take a guy’s hands and run them slowly up her thighs before putting them on her breasts. She was a tease, and a good one at that. And she sported a huge smile. She liked doing this.



For my turn, I peeled out of my hot pants, revealing a black thong. Not original, I know, but it’s a classic.



I went over to the first table and found some crotches to grind on. But I wanted to something different than Jeannie, so I ran my hand under my thong and stuck a finger in my pussy. Then I pulled it out and licked it clean. I put in my pussy and offered it to the gentleman behind me. He graciously opened his mouth.



I repeated this trick several more times and then headed back.



The first girl was up for the final round. She was working the seductress angle, and slinked over to the first table. Then she slowly — slowly — rolled her thong down to the top of her thighs. Her pussy was shaved, and the guys loved it.



The second girl wasn’t nearly so brave. She flashed her pussy, but wouldn’t roll down her thong.



Jeannie was up next. She stepped forward proudly, then pushed her thong down to her ankles. Then she paraded slowly around the tables, letting guys feel her thighs and ass. She still had that big smile.The crowd loved her.



I needed to do something bigger and better if I was going to beat her. So I didn’t wait for her to return before I dropped my thong. But instead of walking by the tables, I walked right towards Jeannie. When I got to her, I put my arms around her and kissed her.



I was worried she might freak, but she was into it. She put her arms around me and kissed me back. The crowd was going crazy, watching two nude girls make out in the middle of the floor. I moved my right hand down to her crotch and started fingering her. She, nicely, did the same to me. Then I pulled my fingers out and fed Jeannie her own pussy juices. She returned the favor.




One more kiss, and we walked back to the front of the room, our arms still around each other.



Rob came out and announced that the contest ended in a tie, so both Jeannie and I would pocket $250. And the night was just beginning.



I put my clothes back on and headed back out on the floor. I found the guys I’d been drinking with before the contest, and asked if anyone cared for a dance. They did, so I straddled the one closest to me.



“Would you please take off my top?” I asked.



He readily obliged, and I sank down on to him. I ground my crotch against him, trying to make him hard. I leaned in and whispered in his ear.




“Thank you,” I said. “This feels good.”



He put his arms around me, then moved his hands down to the top of my hot pants.



“You can grab my ass,” I said, kissing him softly on the cheek. “I’d like that.”



His hands slipped further south.



“I think I need to take those hot pants off. Would you excuse me?”



I stood up slowly, turned around and slowly pulled the hot pants down to the ground. Then I turned around to sit down on his lap again. I saw him pull his hand from his pant — he had adjusted his cock so it was pointing straight up.



“Thank you,” I said. “That will make it easier to ride your cock.”



I sat back down, and his hands embraced my naked ass. I looked around to see what the other girls were doing. Most were down to their thongs, with some limited groping. I looked at my guy’s friends, and their eyes were glued to my ass cheeks, and the hands that were kneading them.



That felt good.



And like that, the first song was over.



I kissed my guy softly on the cheek, bringing my lips put to feather his as I pulled away.



“Would you care for another dance?”



“Please, Kathi.”



“Do you like me with my thong on or off?”



“I like you with your thong on, but I think I’d love you with your thong off. How much?”



“Just $40. But you have to pull my thong off for me.”



I stood up, turned around and thrust my ass in his face. He put his hands on my hands on my hips and roughly pulled my thong to the floor. I was nude again.



I took a step backward and sat down on hip lap. I felt his erection with my ass, and maneuvered his cock in between my ass cheeks. I leaned back into him and rode his cock up and down.



I reached behind me and took his head in my hands. I kissed his cheek and tongued his ear. Then I grabbed his hands and put them on my tits.



“You can pinch my nipples,” I whispered in his ear.



And he did. Softly, at first, but then hard enough to make me sit up.



“Too hard?” he asked.




“No. You’re just hard enough,” I said.



I pushed my ass back harder on his cock. The second song stopped, but I kept grinding.



“Can we do one more, please?” I asked.



I reached behind me and grabbed his cock through his pants.



“Fuck yes,” he said.



I stood up and faced him, then got down on my knees. I slowly brought my head down to his crotch, and opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Then I licked his cock through his pants, from the balls up to the head. I did it again, and again. Then I put my mouth on his cock and breathed out.



“Can you feel that? Can you feel my hot breath on your cock?” I asked.



“Oh, yeah,” he said.



I stood up and straddled him. I put my hand on his cock and smiled at him. Then I lowered myself onto his cock and started dry-humping him. I put my arms around him and leaned in.



“I can feel your cock on my clit, and I love it.”



I kissed his cheek repeatedly. He turned his face, and tried to kiss me on the lips. I let him. Then I felt his tongue split my lips, and I let him. His tongue entered my mouth, and I kissed him back.



Oddly, this felt dirty. Fingering a girl in front of a crowd of men was just good sexy fun. But actually making out with a customer felt more intimate. It felt like something I shouldn’t do. Then he pulled his face off mine and started sucking on my tits. I leaned back to give him space.



Then the third song ended.



“Another one?” I asked.



“Later. I need to slow down,” he said. “I just spent $100 in ten minutes.”



“Was I worth it?”



“Yes. Absolutely yes,” he said.



I stood up and got dressed. I noticed how all of his friends watched me put my clothes back on. My guy paid me, and asked me to swing by later. When I took the cash from his hand, I kissed him, and gave his cock one last squeeze.



As I walked away, I surveyed the room. It was turning out to be a pretty good party. The room was full, but nearly everybody had a seat. There was a lot of female flesh on display, and the guys seemed happy. Three or four of the girls were nude, but most of them were still wearing their thongs. I did notice that most of the girls were getting groped in one way or another, and they didn’t seem to mind. These girls were amateurs, but they were all sluts in the end.



I kept walking around the party until I found someone to dance for. Then I’d do my three-dance routine again. I would get naked, groped and fingered. And I got paid for it!



I was beginning to feel like a piece of meat — in the best possible way. I loved how much the guys wanted to touch my naked body. It was absolutely turning me on.



By 11:30, the second shift of girls had shown up, and I decided to take a break. In addition to the $250 from the contest, I’d made $400 in tips. I wanted to put the cash in my bag in the dressing room. And who should I find there but my favorite pajama-wearer.



Jeannie bounded up to me.




“How you doing?” she asked.



“Good,” I said. “Getting nude. Getting manhandled.”



“I saw those guys had their hands all over you.”



“Yeah, it was cool.”



“I have a proposition for you, if you’re interested,” she said.



“Sure. What is it?”



“There are four guys who think we’re super-hot. They want to watch us fuck. $250 each for twenty minutes. You in?”



“Do you want to fuck me, or is it about the money?” I asked.



“Oh, I want to fuck you. But I’d love to get paid for it, too!”



I kissed her.



“Then let’s fuck,” I said.



We walked out of the dressing room and over to Jeannie’s guys. They were cute, a little older than me. I stood behind her and cupped her breasts. Jeannie took the money as I kissed her neck.



“Let’s go downstairs,” said Jeannie. “We’ll have more space down there.”



There were a couple of guys and girls down there, but they were just having dances. We went into a corner and pushed a couple of tables together to make a platform. The guys settled into their seats and ordered a couple bottles of champagne for us.



I started kissing Jeannie.



I moved my hands to her ass and pulled her into me. Her hands went to my breasts, undoing my sailor top. I undid her pajama top and pulled it off her. Then I went for her bottoms, undoing the cord and pushing them down to the ground. I felt her unzip my hot pants and push them down, too. I felt her yank down my thong, and I did the same to her. All while we were kissing.



We stepped away from our clothes, and Jeannie pushed me onto our platform. I laid down and she spread my legs. She brought her face down and began to eat me out. I looked around at the guys — they were loving it, and I loved that they were watching us.



I reached down to put my hands on Jeannie’s head, but she had other ideas. She flipped me over and tongued my asshole. I loved it, and moaned loudly. I tried to relax my anus to let her tongue in as far as it could go.



Then she slipped me over again. She started to finger me, first with one, then two digits. And that’s when I felt a finger entering my ass. She was giving me the charger, and she was giving it to me good. Then she leaned in and tongued my clit, too.

This is the sixth episode in a multi-part story. Although I hope you would enjoy it by itself, it would be better to start with Chapter 01 first so you can understand the context of the situation and get introduced to the characters. This is a story of a journey and is meant to be read in sequence.



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A slight bump and the revving of the port side thrusters awakened me to the fact that we had docked in Cozumel, a lovely island on the coast of Mexico near Cancun. I opened my eyes and saw Kealani’s beautiful body lying next to me and Cozumel and the rest of the world became completely irrelevant to me. Here was where I wanted to be, next to someone I was deeply in love with.



We had spent the last five days cruising the Caribbean while we indulged my fantasy of wanting to have as much sex with a beautiful Asian woman as I possibly could. It might seem rather naïve to think that we could do that without developing feelings for each other but we thought we could keep this strictly impersonal, like taking golf lessons. Now that I had spent five days with her in an intensive sexual boot camp I realized the impossibility of anybody being able to avoid falling in love with her after being that close and intimate with her for that long.



What I really didn’t expect was her falling in love with me. Despite many opportunities, she had told me that she never really felt like she had been head over heels in love with anybody. Until last night. An announcement at a crowded cocktail party proclaimed us the winner of an unofficial contest for being the couple that appeared to be the most in love with each other on a cruise ship with over 4,000 people on it.



Our lying here together in bed this morning confirmed that this was indeed the case. We had been forced to confront it and we had both surrendered to it. And it felt wonderful. It was the best night’s sleep of the cruise so far although having sex with five other women yesterday may have had a little something to do with it. I rolled on my side to face her and began to softly kiss her forehead and her eyelids. She stirred and stretched.



“Where are we?”



“We’re right where we’re supposed to be. With each other.”



She opened her eyes, smiled and turned to face me then wrapped her arms around me and kissed me full on the lips. “Yes we are aren’t we.”



“Is there anything we should do in Cozumel?”



“Only one thing if you really like excellent Mexican food. Otherwise I’m sure we can find something better to do.”



“Actually I do like Mexican food and it’s very hard to find anything good where I live.”



“In that case we can slip away at lunch and go to a little cantina not far from the dock and have some of the best Mexican food I’ve ever tasted.”



“So you’ve been here before?”



“Once on a shoot for about three days. We spent one day on the other side of the island, which is practically deserted. You would have liked that assignment. I was one of fourteen lovely young women posing mostly naked for a calendar.”



“Don’t calendars have twelve months in them?”



“This one had a January for the next year and December had two young ladies posing in their Christmas thongs. They were twins actually. I’ll bet you would have liked them.”



“Kealani you have the most marvelous propensity for attracting women who are willing to get naked with you. I’m truly envious of that ability.”



“Well Eddy you just hang around me and you’ll get the benefit of that talent.” She reached down and wrapped her hand around my cock. “I don’t think all of you is quite fully awake yet. Would you like me to do something about that?”



“Oh yes. I’d like that very much.”



She slid down until her face was in front of my cock then placed her lips on the tip and very slowly sucked the head into her warm wet mouth. Her hands found their way to my scrotum and began to fondle my balls. Her tongue licked the head of my cock while she rolled each testicle with the fingers of one of her hands. She didn’t move her head so as my cock stiffened it pushed further into her mouth. I tried to resist in order to prolong the sensations but in a couple of minutes my cock was fully erect and completely engulfed inside her mouth and throat.



She still did not move her head but continued to massage my balls knowing this was something that I really loved having her do. If I lay there and did nothing she would make me cum simply by doing this so I bowed to the inevitable and began to slide my cock in and out of her mouth. A few minutes of gently fucking her mouth was all it took to produce that unmistakable feeling of an impending ejaculation.



She knew it as soon as I did and increased the suction on my cock and the pressure on my balls. I put my hand on the back of her head and said, “Now baby.” She pushed her head forward to take every inch of me down her throat and I began to spurt hot cum into her esophagus. Her ability to reflexively swallow each jet without gagging was truly amazing as she drained every drop of semen out of me.



“When you do that to me the orgasm I have is unlike any other. At first I thought it was just practiced technique along with your innate ability but I realize now that you do it because you love it as much as I do and because you love me, and that transforms the act from being merely sexual into something that is spiritual and transcendental. You make me feel like I’m a mother giving milk to an infant and it fills my heart with so much love I think it might explode.”



“Oh Eddy this is why I love you. You make everything we do together a spiritual experience. I feel your joy in what I do for you and it comes back to me with pure love and gratitude and it takes me to the same place you are. And there, for a moment, we are not two. I never knew anything could be so beautiful.”



We heard the door to the suite open and Lauren yelled, “Yoo-hoo, anybody home?”



“We’re in the bedroom Lauren.” I yelled back.



She walked in and looked at us and said, “Did I interrupt anything? If I did I hope we can all resume whatever it was you were doing.”



“I just finished giving Eddy his morning oral refreshment. How did things go with your boy toy last night?”



“Perfect, for both of us. I really couldn’t tell you who had the most fun. Now I know what you felt like yesterday Eddy. Those young folks really have stamina. We fucked until 3 in the morning.”



“Lauren come over here, take that robe off and get in the bed with us.” Lauren practically stripped in mid-air as she jumped for the bed. “Now spread those legs so I can taste that young cock on your warm pussy.” Lauren lay back in my arms and spread her legs for Kealani to feast on her cunt. I began to caress her tits and pinch her nipples.



“Oh God you two, I’ve just spent half the night in a sexual marathon and you’re starting on me again.”



“In case you haven’t noticed Lauren both of us happen to love you and can’t get enough of you. So you’re just going to have to put up with this until you get off the ship.”



“Oh Eddy I love both of you too. I mean I really do. I love you more than I loved my husband. Do what you will with me. I can’t think of a better way to die if I have to.”



Kealani stopped her oral assault on Lauren’s crotch and told her, “Tell us about Rodney. I want details.”



“Oh Kealani he is the sweetest young man I’ve ever known. He was so patient and attentive to what I told him we were going to do. I started off by telling him to take his tux off and hang it up so it wouldn’t get wrinkled. He was in too much of a hurry so I told him to slow down because I really liked watching him get undressed for me. When he finally pulled his shorts down his cock sprang out in full erection. It was very impressive and I told him so.



Then I told him to come over and sit on the bed. I turned my back to him and told him to undo the hook at the top and pull the zipper down. When he had done that I turned around to face him and lowered the top of the dress so he could see my boobs. I asked him if he liked them and he shook his head and said he thought they were beautiful. Oh Jesus Kealani YES! Keep doing that.



I took my dress off and carefully laid it on a chair then stood back and told him to just take his time and look at me and to tell me what he thought. He told me he had looked at a lot of naked women on the Internet but I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. His cock was rock hard and stood straight out in front oh him. He made an attempt to push it down but I told him his cock was beautiful and to be proud of his erection and looking at it was making me very aroused.



He asked me if I would leave my stockings on and I said if he wanted them on they could stay. I walked up to him and told him to feel my breasts and suck on them. He did it so carefully it felt like I was nursing my son again. God it made me so hot. When he had both nipples hard as rocks I told him to kiss his way down to my pussy and to take a deep breath when he got there. Eddy you are so right about what you said. The first time a man smells your pussy is an incredible experience if you take the time to savor the moment. His reaction was priceless. He inhaled it like it was perfume then looked up at me and asked if he could touch me. My knees got weak when he said that. I told him to go ahead but to go very slowly and really feel me. Oh Kealani that feels so fucking good. You’re making my pussy throb.”



“Keep telling me about Rodney Lauren.”



“He used his fingers and gently traced them over every part of my crotch. I spread my legs and guided him by telling him where to touch me. I was shaking with anticipation with every direction I gave him. He had that same look on his face that Eddy gets when he’s looking at you, almost as though he were hypnotized. He rubbed and pulled on my inner lips, stretching them and gently pinching them. When he put his finger on my clit I had to tell him to stop. If he had kept it up for ten more seconds I would have cum.”



“I told him to lie back on the bed. He did and his cock stood straight up in the air. I straddled his hips and stood on my knees with my pussy a few inches above his cock. I told him I was going to put his beautiful hard cock inside me and then I was going to fuck him. His eyes widened and he smiled. I lowered myself down. I was so wet and he was so hard I didn’t even have to use my hand to guide him. I impaled myself on his cock and sank down on it completely. I paused for a few seconds and then began to fuck him. We never took our eyes off each other and in a few minutes I felt him swell up inside me and we both came.”



“Just like you’re making me do right now Kealani! OH, OHH, OHH YES keep sucking my clit. OHHHHWEEEEE YES.” Lauren’s hips bucked up to push her clit harder against Kealani’s mouth as she shuddered in another orgasm. “Jesus Kealani I didn’t believe I could cum again after last night. You’re unbelievable.”



“Quit underestimating your sexual prowess Lauren. The day is young and we’re just getting started. Besides, nobody has ever overdosed on orgasms.”



“I think I could be the first.”



“We’ll be very happy to help you try.” I told her.



“Can we at least get some breakfast first and a shower. I must smell like a street hooker.”



“OK let’s get cleaned up and then I think we should go to the dining room and see what they have for breakfast. We haven’t done that and it will give Maria time to make up the room.”



On the way to the dining room Kealani wanted to stop by the concierge desk. When we got there she asked him, “Would you please be so kind as to notify one of the dancers in the show last night and tell her that I’m on board and would very much like to say hello to her.”



He replied, “Employees of the ship are not encouraged to fraternize with the passengers.”



“Do you consider giving her a message to be fraternizing? I know her quite well because I worked with her for a week in Las Vegas last summer. Employees are allowed to go ashore are they not?”



“Yes they are.”



“Well if you’ll give her my room number and my cell phone number and she arranges to meet me on shore then you haven’t really broken any rules have you?”



“Of course, I will see to it immediately.” Like he could refuse to do anything Kealani asked him.



“So that’s what the little outburst was last night. Let me guess, when you say you know her quite well does that mean…”



“It means I know her very well Eddy and if she gets that message then you will too.” Apparently the concierge did as Kealani asked him to because her cell phone rang as we were finishing breakfast. She reached in her handbag and fished it out and clicked the answer button. “This is Kealani.” “Mandy it is you! I couldn’t believe it last night when I saw the show.” She went on to make arrangements to meet at the cantina on shore at noon. “Eddy I’m sure you noticed the statuesque redhead with the beautiful boobs last night. That was Amanda Prescott from London and I spent a week in Las Vegas doing a modeling assignment for a hotel where she was dancing. Each model got paired with one of the dancers for the photos and to room with. We became very good friends.”



“Kealani is it your intention for us to have sex with everybody on this ship?”



“If you can arrange for us to stay on here long enough I’m sure I could make that happen.”



I didn’t doubt that she probably could. “In the meantime why don’t we go back to the room and see if we can squeeze a few more orgasms out of Lauren. I’m about ready for a couple myself.”



“Kealani you are trying to kill me aren’t you?”



“Not at all Lauren, I’m trying to make every moment we have a moment to remember. We may never have this chance again. By the way Lauren where’s Rodney today?”



“He had to go ashore with his parents to do some sightseeing and shopping but he did ask me to have dinner with him tonight.”



“Oh I see. This is getting serious is it?”



“Rodney is a very nice young man and has the potential to be a very good lover. I wouldn’t mind another session with him and I’m sure he’d be up for it. Besides, now that you and Eddy have admitted you’re in love don’t you want to spend some time with each other without distraction?”



“If Mandy doesn’t have to work tonight Eddy will be plenty distracted.”



“All the more reason you don’t need a third female for him to take care of.”



“You could always bring him over to meet Eddy and me you know.”



“Rodney isn’t ready for an orgy yet. You and Mandy may be too much for him at his tender age.”



We headed back to the room where Kealani announced that we would have enough time for a nice sensual massage, only this time she wanted to be on the receiving end. “Lauren you remember some of the things we did to you the other day don’t you?”



“I sure do and I’d be very happy to do them to you.” We got out the massage oil and pulled the blanket and top sheet off the bed so Kealani could lie down on it. After we all got naked, Lauren and I started her massage. Lauren started on her back and shoulders while I did her feet and legs.



With all that had been happening the last few days I hadn’t been able to spend a lot of time with Kealani and I was glad to have the chance to devote an hour to making her feel good. I poured some oil on my hands and started massaging her feet. “Ummmmh Eddy that feels wonderful. I love to have my feet massaged.”



Lauren was straddling her hips and rubbing her neck and shoulders. “Kealani you’re so right about making every moment memorable. The more I get to have my hands on your beautiful body the more I love you. I’m already getting wet feeling your warm luscious butt rubbing against my pussy. When I think about it, I still find it hard to believe I’m saying that to another woman but it feels so right to me now.”



“Don’t think about it Lauren, just do it. Love isn’t an idea it’s an emotion and ultimately it’s a state of being. You can’t make sense of it you can only let yourself be in it. This is new to me too. I’ve had feelings for women and men before but I’ve never felt so in love with anybody as I do with you and Eddy. I’ll remember what you and I shared the other night on the veranda for the rest of my life. We are all extremely fortunate to have found each other.”



I was about finished with her feet and calves so I told Lauren to get on one side and I would get on the other so we could massage her thighs and butt. That way she could get a double dose of rubbing at the same time. We poured some more oil on her legs and began rubbing her thighs. We took turns moving our hands from her knees up to her butt and kneading her butt cheek and hip before sliding our hands back down. Her deep breathing told us she was really enjoying it. After about 20 minutes I told her to turn over so we could work on her face up.



We stayed on either side of her and started on her neck and shoulders then worked our way down to her arms. When it was time for her breasts we each began to lick and kiss all around them until we fastened our mouths on her nipples. Both of us continued to suck and lick her while our hands caressed her. She was moaning softly and pushing her chest up so our mouths could cover more of the soft mounds.



“Oh my sweet gentle lovers you make me feel so good.”



I slid down and parted her legs and lay between them so I could use my tongue on her pussy. As soon as it touched her she pulled her legs up and opened them wide. I licked her with long broad laps from her anus to her clit. She was hot and already wet. A subtle change was occurring inside me. I was no longer doing this with the intention of turning her on but only as a way to express how much I loved her. Reveling in the way she felt, the way she smelled and tasted. Transferring love to every fold, crease and wrinkle of her. She was receiving it the same way. Every nerve ending transmitting love throughout her nervous system so her whole body became a reservoir for it.



I was kissing the lips of her pussy more than stimulating them. I looked up and saw that Lauren was doing the same to her mouth. Her tongue sliding softly into Kealani’s as she poured passion into her. I pulled back and crawled up the bed and told Kealani to turn on her left side to face Lauren. I raised her right leg up and positioned the tip of my hard cock at the entrance to her vagina and eased it in slowly but firmly until it was fully enfolded in her warm wet embrace. I lowered her leg and felt the top of her thighs press against my balls then gently began to slide in and out of her.



Lauren pressed herself against the front of her body and put her left arm over both of us. Their breasts flattened against each other. Her mouth returning to Kealani’s to continue the sweet loving kissing she had been doing to her. Kealani was now sandwiched between two people who adored her and whose every action had become a form of devotion to her beautiful body and spirit. She was totally passive and receptive to every movement. She had become an empty vessel devoid of desire and expectations, waiting for us to fill her with love. Lauren and I knew that it was now our only reason for being.



I no longer felt like I was having sex. I felt like I was floating, allowing my body to run on autopilot while I simply enjoyed the sensations. I kissed the back of her neck and inhaled the fragrance of her hair and felt warm flushes sweep over my body in waves. I could tell from the almost imperceptible sounds coming from them that they were both feeling the same thing. Kealani’s hand was on Lauren’s ass sliding over it like she was petting a cat.



We continued for sometime in this blissful fog until finally she pulled Lauren tightly to her and I felt her muscles lightly tense as if she were stretching. She let out a long sigh and softly said, “Come with me my darlings.” I felt her vagina squeeze and then throb around my cock. Without even thinking about it I began to release my semen into her in what felt like a long continuous flow rather than spurts.

Lauren’s head tilted back as she said, “Oh Kealani, yes, yes, yessssss.” Tears were rolling down her cheeks.



It took a while for us to come back from wherever we had been. I extricated my cock from the gooey confines of Kealani’s vagina and rolled onto my back. Lauren turned over on her other side and curled up into a fetal position. Kealani lay on her back breathing long peaceful breaths. In a few silent minutes I felt like I had returned to reality. We had been making love for over an hour.



Kealani finally opened her eyes and said, “I’m sure that both of you had expectations of what was going to happen on this cruise before we left a few days ago. I certainly did and yet, most of what we’ve done has been unanticipated. But what we all just experienced together was way beyond my ability to imagine. I couldn’t even conceive that love could be so palpable, so uplifting, and so full of light. I could literally feel you both radiating it toward me while I kept expanding to absorb it. I know you felt it too so that’s all I’m going to try to say about it.”



Lauren admitted, “Well it’s really changed my idea of what love can be but I do have two questions. Why did it take me forty years to meet somebody that I could have this experience with and when are we going to do it again.” She smiled and dove forward onto Kealani and started kissing her all over her face. “You see I was right. You can die from having orgasms but you know what, I don’t care.”



“Lauren you’ve become insatiable. I really admire that trait in a woman but we do have a lunch date and I want you both to meet Mandy. I promise if she’s not going to work tonight we’ll drag her gorgeous ass back here and see if all four of us can make magic for the rest of the night.”



We shower and get dressed then head for the gangway to go into town. Not far from the dock is a small street. Kealani tells us that the cantina is down that street a couple of blocks but we have some time so we keep walking along the road next to the water so we can see a little of the town. It looks nice enough but is full of shops with cheap tourist merchandise interspersed with bars and restaurants. After we walk a while we turn around and head back to the cantina. It’s a nice colorful mustard yellow building with about 30 tables inside but it has an open patio on one side with an equal number of tables and very nice landscaping so you feel like your sitting in a garden. Tall trees provide the cover.



We decide to eat on the patio. There aren’t very many people there and even fewer outside. We choose a table close to the small wall that provides a boundary to the area. I immediately spot two things I really like in a restaurant. Nice tablecloths and linen napkins. The walls of the main building are painted on the outside with scenes of other Mexican towns and countryside. They are very well done. A short waiter comes to the table and presents us with menus. Kealani immediately starts talking to him in impeccable Spanish. The waiter says something that I assume means ‘right away’ and heads off toward the door.



“OK Kealani I get the Japanese fluency but Spanish?”



“Eddy I live in Miami. You do know why Latinos like living in Dade County don’t you?”



“Why?”



“Because it’s so close to the United States.”



“Cute. So what did you order?”



“Just a bottle of Perrier water to get us started. The menu has the items listed in both Spanish and English so you pick out what you want and he’ll be back to take our order.”



I was torn between one of 4 kinds of nachos and chile rellenos, which are my two favorite Mexican foods. I finally decided on the chicken nachos since the chiles might be a little heavy if the rest of the evening was going to be as eventful as I suspected it might be. I was glad I made that choice when I looked up and saw the most exquisite woman I have ever seen, including Kealani, walking toward our table. It was not Mandy. Mandy was walking beside her.



Kealani jumped up and hurried to hug Mandy and start the reunion. She introduced Lauren and me to them and I stood to pull out chairs for them. Now don’t get me wrong, Mandy was delicious, an 11 on a scale of 1 to 10. But Nicole was spectacular; a woman you’d leave home and rob a gas station for. She was from Barbados and as soon as she spoke I was enchanted by her lilting island accent. Her flawless skin was the color of a perfectly baked banana nut muffin and her oval face looked angelic. Black hair that didn’t so much shine as glowed hung down to below her shoulders. Her ample breasts bounced naturally and playfully in her cut off t-shirt when she moved.



Kealani and Mandy’s conversation served as a history lesson of how the two of them became close friends while rooming together in Las Vegas and a similar story covered how Mandy and Nicole had become more than acquaintances since they too were rooming together for the duration of their contract as dancers. Nicole told us she had become a professional dancer from being named 2nd runner up in the Miss Barbados contest for the Miss Universe pageant a couple of years ago.



“Nicole if you are the 3rd most beautiful female in Barbados, I’m going home and make plans to move there. Were all of the judges blind or was it something you said that kept you from winning?”



“I believe they didn’t feel I was black enough.”



“Great answer. You have a very refined sense of humor to go with that outrageously beautiful body.” She gave me a look that said she appreciated the compliment and would be happy to let me appreciate her some more. Her teeth were so white and perfect they dazzled me when she smiled.



The waiter came and took our order and we all got to know each other. Kealani told them how she and I came to be on the cruise and I got another of those looks from Nicole that said ‘Now I really want to get to know you better.’



When she told them about Lauren Mandy said, “So you succumbed to her spell too did you? Kealani leaves a trail of broken hearts wherever she goes. I was in love with her a day after I met her in Las Vegas.”



“Mandy quit trying to be such an innocent little virgin. It wasn’t like I had to seduce you.”



“Maybe, but I don’t fall in love with every pretty little thing I go to bed with.”



When I heard that I said, “If I could be so presumptuous to ask, how long did it take you to fall in love with Nicole? If I had to guess I’d say a matter of minutes.”



I got another of those double entendre looks from Nicole and Mandy said, “That’s about right, she is adorable isn’t she?”



“I’ll put that down to your typically English gift for understatement Mandy.”



Kealani continued, “OK it’s really great to see you again and to meet Nicole but now that you know why we’re on this cruise when do you think we can get together in a more intimate setting? I’m sure we would all like to spend some quality time with both of you before the cruise ends.”



“You’re in a suite aren’t you?” Mandy asked. We shook our heads yes. “Well in that case we can come for dinner and make an evening of it since we don’t have a show tonight and our rehearsal tomorrow isn’t until one o’clock. We aren’t supposed to be seen with guests in places like the restaurants and the clubs but what happens in suites stays in suites.”



“Fabulous, we can have dinner sent in and dine on our veranda. I’ll have the steward make it up special for us.” Kealani said.



“I’ve got a date for dinner tonight but I’d be happy to join you all for a late night snack so to speak.” Lauren said.



“Oh that’s right Lauren. You want to play with your toy some more. I do hope you’ll bring him to see us when you’re finished dining. I’m sure he would be ever so grateful to you for introducing him to Mandy and Nicole.”



“As long as they promise not to eat him alive, I might just do that.”



Nicole said, “I can’t promise that Lauren but I do promise to leave him alive.”



Now it was my turn to give her a look that said ‘I can’t wait for you to try that with me.’



As we leisurely finished lunch I wondered if there were a luckier man alive than me. How did I get to share this wonderful day and this delicious food in this exotic setting with four beautiful women? That was a question I felt too good to try and answer. I decided to simply enjoy it as much as I could and be grateful.



The nachos were exceptional. It’s amazing how so many restaurants in the states manage to screw up something so simple and render it into a soggy mess of stale overpriced and over salted corn chips with artificial processed yellow goo that they call cheese poured over it. If you’re lucky you might get some two-day-old iceberg lettuce and 3 small pieces of diced tomato thrown over it in a futile attempt to disguise the disgusting smell. God forbid you should ask for the deluxe version with half a can of cheap chili that looks way too much like dog food thrown on top. Then you get to pay ten dollars for this crap.



Kealani had also ordered some guacamole for all of us and I was blown away when the waiter made it at the table in a large stone molcajete with everything in it as fresh as it could be. It should be against the law to serve that green slime they call guacamole back home. This was chunky and bursting with flavor. I recalled a time when fine restaurants used to make Caesar salads at your table that tasted this good. Now of course they sell them in plastic containers at convenience stores with a packet of chemicals that’s supposed to pass as a dressing.



I told Kealani to ask the waiter for the bill and when it came I was really shocked. Thirty-five dollars for lunch for five people. With real food! I gave the waiter a twenty-dollar tip and had Kealani tell him that if he and the cook would come to where I lived I would open them a restaurant. He smiled and said ‘muchas gracias senor’. I was really impressed by the fact that nice people could live in modest houses and work as waiters and cooks and be so happy. I couldn’t remember the last time I had such good food prepared and served so simply and elegantly by somebody who enjoyed what he was doing. Is it any wonder the American economy is so fucked?



The three of us headed back to the ship while Mandy and Nicole went shopping in town. We made plans for them to come to our suite for dinner at six thirty. Kealani would have a nice light dinner waiting, which we could enjoy as much as lunch and then spend the rest of the night in debauchery. I had told Nicole I was really looking forward to finding out if she tasted as good as she looked. She told me I was going to get to eat as much brown sugar as I wanted. I shivered when she said that.



It was past three when we got back to the room. Lauren called Rodney and confirmed their dinner date for six o’clock. That way they could have a leisurely dinner and come back to the room by eight or so. I told Lauren not to tell Rodney that he was coming to our room but to let him think he would be having another one on one with her. “I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he finds out he has four gorgeous sexpots to play with tonight.”



“Eddy it’s really nice of you to include Rodney in our little party tonight. He’ll remember it for the rest of his life.”



“I hope so, I damn sure will.”



“Eddy where did you learn to be so generous? I don’t know many men who would so willingly share their toys like you. Especially when they’re such beautiful toys. You’re not the least bit stingy or jealous.”



“This trip has really opened my eyes Lauren. Joy is the one thing you can’t keep for yourself. It only happens when you share it. This is no sacrifice for me. I remember how sharing all of us were with the college girls yesterday and I’m glad to have the chance to provide Rodney with a very rare opportunity. Besides, I might need a little help tonight with the four of you. I want you to use a ship’s phone to call the room and alert us when you’re coming back. I’ve got an idea for a surprise for Rodney.”



“That little gesture is exactly why I love you Eddy. And I’m not just saying that. I really, truly, honest to God, deep in my heart love you.”



I put my arms around her and kissed her passionately. “I feel the same way about you Lauren. Regardless of what happens on this trip and after, this will not be the last time we will be together. I promise you that. And sometime tonight or tomorrow I want us to take time to make love. The plain, old-fashioned missionary position way. I want to feel your heart beat and kiss you the way you kissed Kealani this morning. I want to cum deep inside you and feel your orgasm sweep through you so you know just how much I love you.”



“Oh Eddy. I want that too. I want that very much.”



Since we were staying in for dinner there wasn’t much we needed to do to get ready other than let Kealani give me another of her all over body baths on the floor of the bathroom. Lauren headed off to her cabin to shower and dress then returned so Kealani could do her hair and makeup. When she emerged from the bathroom she was a different person. She had on Kealani’s long black wig that she wore with the Chinese princess outfit.



The makeup was sophisticated and just short of being over done. A beautiful combination of pastel eye shadows, blush, subtle iridescent under shadow and jet black mascara made her eyes sparkle seductively. This was not the look of the honey blonde MILF that she was but rather that of a Vogue cover model. A face that would turn heads, male or female.



Her dress was a simple short-sleeved white sweater dress that clung to her body and showed off every curve. Despite the high t-shirt like collar the stretchy material, that must have had cashmere in it because it was very soft, covered her breasts like a second skin and the lack of a visible panty line hinted that she wasn’t wearing any. The hem was just above her knees. Gray self-supporting stockings descended from mid-thigh into black stiletto heels. Kealani’s silver rope belt was around her waist, the ends dangling flirtatiously down one leg. Smoky metal bracelets adorned her left wrist. Long silver earrings hung down almost to her shoulder.



“I don’t know if it’s the sex, the love or Kealani’s wizardry but you look more beautiful every time I see you. The transformation is complete; you really have become a cougar; a sexual huntress on the prowl for fresh young meat. Rodney has no idea what a treat he’s in for tonight. I hope you tease him mercilessly all through dinner. Be sure to rub those fabulous tits on him at every opportunity.”



“Eddy you can compliment a woman better than any man I’ve ever known. You make me feel as beautiful as Kealani has made me look. Thank you.”



I walked over to her and took her hand and raised it up so I could kiss it. “This will have to do until you get back. I wouldn’t dare mess up your lipstick.” I couldn’t resist running my hand over her ass. It was just as I had surmised: no panties.



I turned to Kealani when Lauren left and said, “Alone at last. We haven’t had too much time alone lately have we?



“You haven’t been too disappointed by that have you Eddy?”



“Is there a word in Hawaiian that means both no and yes? I’ve certainly enjoyed myself amidst all this activity but I would have been equally as happy to have just been with you, especially now that I’ve become so comfortable with loving you. You’re still my fantasy girl Kealani and you always will be.”



She rushed toward me and put her arms around me. “Oh Eddy I promise you tomorrow it will just be us. I want to spend the whole day in bed with you just wallowing in all the love I feel for you. I’m not afraid of it anymore. It’s too powerful and wonderful. I want as much of it as I can get before we get off this ship.”



“It’s not going to stop when we do.”



“I know but I don’t want to think about that now. Que sera, sera.”



“We have about 45 minutes before our guests arrive. Is there anything we need to do to get things ready?” I asked.



“Not really. I’ve already ordered dinner to be here at six thirty. Would you mind if we just stood on the veranda and watch the sun begin to set. We’ll be leaving at seven so we can all watch that while we’re eating.”



“Kealani you need never ask me if I mind doing anything with you. As long as I’m with you I’ll be as happy as it is possible for me to be.”



Kealani found some love songs in Spanish and put them on the i-Pod. We stood at the railing like we did the first night. I was behind her and I put my hands on her breasts and began to kiss her neck. A light breeze played with her hair and wafted its scent into my nostrils. I pressed against the soft warm flesh of her back with my cock on her ass crack. She moved her legs to part them and my cock stiffened and snuggled up against her hot pussy. When it was firmly in place she moved her legs back together so she could squeeze me with her thighs and ass cheeks. She did this without even thinking about it while she was looking at the traffic and people on the road along the coast.



The lights in the town were beginning to come on and the daylight was fading. I massaged her breasts and played with her nipples. Each time my cock would twitch she would squeeze it. I could feel the lubricating juices dripping out of her pussy on the top of my cock. I began to slowly slide it in and out to spread it along the entire shaft. As I would pull back, I could feel my precum join with her moisture to make the passage more slippery. “Use your hand and rub your clit.” Her hand moved immediately to her mound and she began to slide her fingers over her clit. “That’s good. Now keep doing it until you cum. I want you to cum all over my cock with that wet Asian twat.”



“Oh yes mista Eddy, missy Kealani cum beaucoup times for you. You likey missy Kealani’s pussy don’t you mista Eddy.”



Her hand moved faster as she fingered her swollen nub. I increased the pressure on her tits and pinched her nipples. Her breathing quickened and she made soft cooing sounds as I continued to slide my cock across her wet slit. Her hand stopped and her thighs squeezed my cock tightly. Her body stiffened and she climaxed without saying a word. Her juices seeped out of her vagina and ran down the back of her thighs in rivulets.



“Oh yes. You’re still my little Asian slut aren’t you?”



She pressed against me and shivered. “Ohhhh mista Eddddy….me love you long time.”



I held her close for a minute then lowered myself down on my knees. “You’re such a naughty little girl making a mess of my cock and your legs with your cum. Now I’m going to have to clean you up before our guests arrive.” I started licking the back of her thighs from her knee to her ass alternating from one leg to the other. When I finished cleaning up her thighs I used my hands to pull her ass cheeks apart and began to lick her slit and her asshole. “You taste delicious.”



“You’re making me feel delicious and if you keep it up I’m going to cum again.”



“Is that a threat?”



“It’s more like a lick and a promise.”



“Well I guess I’d better stop then. Now it’s your turn.”



I stood up and she turned around and dropped to her knees and began to lick my leg and above my cock over to the other side then engulfed the head in her mouth. I was still mostly erect from playing with her and she began to suck more of me into her. When she had me completely in her mouth she used her tongue to lick all over the shaft then slowly slid her lips back until the head popped out. She held my cock in her hands and licked my balls. “Ummmmhh, I do taste delicious don’t I?” She cooed as we heard someone knock on the door to the suite.



She jumped up and headed for the sliding door. “That would be dinner. You need to either put on a robe or head for the bedroom because I’m having the steward put dinner on the veranda.” I followed her into the sitting room and we put our robes on. I sat on the sofa while Kealani let the room service steward in and directed him to the veranda. In a few minutes dinner was all arranged and waiting for Mandy and Nicole to arrive. It didn’t take long. About five minutes later they knocked on the door.

Kealani opened the door and showed them in then put her arms around Mandy and kissed her full on the lips. “I’ve been waiting to do that all day. I’ve missed you girl.”



“Oh Kealani you just don’t know. That week we spent together in Vegas was some of the most fun I had the whole time I was there. I’m so excited to see you again. I really didn’t expect to find you on this ship though.”



Kealani stepped back and turned to Nicole and put her arms around her. “I don’t just greet my old friends that way. Welcome, I’m delighted that you’re here.” Then she kissed her as passionately as she had kissed Mandy.



When Nicole could speak again she said, “I can see everything Mandy has told me about you is true.”



“All that and more Nicole.” She started walking toward the veranda as she shrugged off her robe and said, “Dinner is all prepared and waiting out here. I suggest you get out of those clothes and join us.”



Nicole said, “Oh how lovely. Dinner is both al fresco and au natural.”



I was still sitting on the sofa as Mandy and Nicole began to disrobe. “After seeing your show the other night I’m sure you won’t mind if I watch.”



“We don’t mind if you do a lot more than watch.” They did an impromptu striptease with what little clothing they had on and placed the items on the chair. Then both of them turned their backs to me and bent over at the waist and spread their legs. They slowly stood back up and turned around and put their arms over their heads and posed. I was enraptured at the sight of them. A pale skinned English rose next to a brown skinned exotic island hibiscus and not a pubic hair on either of them.



I applauded their performance and told them, “I see you’re going to make it hard on me right from the start.”



“You can count on it Eddy.” Mandy said as they began to walk to the veranda. “You are going to join us aren’t you?”



“I can’t imagine there’s anything better to eat out there than what I’m looking at.”



“You can have that for dessert. In the meantime you can have a feast with your eyes.”



“I’ll be right out.” I said as I headed for the bathroom. I took a Viagra just in case but I was already hard from the sight of them.



When I got to the veranda everything was all set up. The food was arranged on the room service cart and places were set at the table. Kealani had kept things light with a large pot of tortilla soup and a bowl of salad with shrimp and avocados among a mix of leafy greens. A couple of bottles of sparkling water and a pitcher of iced tea sat beside the food.



We served ourselves buffet style and as we were eating the ship began to move away from the dock and get underway. We watched the lights of the town recede as a gentle breeze kept us cool. I had the same feeling I had at lunch wondering how I could be so lucky as to be dining with three gorgeous women while sailing along under a sky that was just beginning to fill with stars. It was all the more unbelievable that we were all naked. I saw the camera set up at the door to the room and felt that this would be another of the videos I would really enjoy watching again.



“Mandy I’ve got something I’d like you to help me with.”



“I’m sure you do Eddy and I would be delighted to do it.”



“Besides that Mandy. Lauren is at dinner with her young boy toy and I’ve convinced her to bring him back to our room later to join in the fun and games. Speaking as a male I’m sure you can provide him with some memories that will last him the rest of his life. He had his eighteenth birthday last night and Lauren treated him to a night of revelry with her splendid body. I was hoping you and Nicole could add to that experience tonight.”



“It would be our pleasure Eddy. Did you have anything particular in mind?”



“He really enjoyed your show and seemed to be quite taken with the dancers. I was thinking you could do a brief performance here on the veranda when they arrive to surprise him and break the ice for more exciting activities.”



“That sounds like a wonderful idea Eddy. Maybe we could convince Kealani to be part of the act as well.”



“She does have a provocative little schoolgirl outfit that caused quite a stir at the pool deck the other day. Do you and Nicole have anything like that?”



“We sure do. We wear them in a number in the adult show sometimes. I could slip back down to our room and get them if Kealani will agree to do it with us.”



Kealani said, “Count me in. In fact if you have an extra outfit for Lauren we’ll get her in on it too.”



“I’m sure we can get one from one of the other girls. This sounds like fun. Give me a few minutes to get dressed and go get our costumes.” She then headed off to the sitting room.



I went into the sitting room as well to turn on the lights that illuminated the veranda to see if they could provide suitable lighting for the show. We hadn’t used them before because there was sufficient light from the ship and the moon for what we were doing. There were three switches and I turned them all on and went back outside. There was a light above the sliding door that shone downwards and two sets of two spotlights on either side of the door that lit up the entire area. I got a chair and stood in it so I could unscrew one of the spots and re-aimed the lit one at the balcony railing. I went back in and turned the other spots and the doorway light off so only the single spot was on. It was perfect for lighting the girls as if they were on a stage.



“Nicole will you go over and stand next to the railing so I can test this light?” She got up from her chair and walked over to stand where I told her. “Looks good from here but you stay there.” I walked back toward the table and picked up a chair and brought it over to where Nicole was standing. I sat down in the chair and moved it a little to the right so I was not blocking the light but was still close to her. “I’ll need to do a thorough close inspection to be sure that all of you can be seen while you’re performing.” She smiled at my obvious ploy.



“Now lean back against the railing and put your elbows on it.” She arched her back and pushed her breasts out as she did so. They were magnificent, a little larger than Lauren’s with large dark areolas and good-sized nipples. I leaned forward and licked her left one slowly a few times then sucked the nipple into my mouth. I felt it swell and lightly bit it. She put her hand on the back of my head and pulled it against her so I would take more of her into my mouth. I used my left hand to fondle her other boob and pinch the nipple while I continued to suck on her.



I pulled back and looked at her. “Truly awesome Nicole. That beautiful brown skin and those sexy nipples show off perfectly in this light. OK, turn around and let’s see what you look like from the back.” I moved the chair back a little as she turned. “Spread your legs a little and lean forward against the railing. Stand on your toes and push that gorgeous ass out.” The light revealed her exquisite ass and pussy to my sight.



She was built similarly to Shelley with plump long labia and inner lips that only slightly protruded. Her clitoris was average sized but enclosed in a prominent hood. All of these parts were in various hues of brown and dark pink that made for a very pretty pussy. I moved closer and lightly licked her entire slit. She didn’t make a move to resist so I did it again then opened my mouth and placed it over her vagina and stuck my tongue in as far as it would go. She moved then! Pressing her ass back against my mouth so I could more easily invade her fully with my tongue. Her juices began to flow into my mouth.



I pulled away and said, “Nicole I promise you I will get back to that very soon but we need to get the furniture rearranged so you can rehearse a little when Mandy returns.”



“I’ll hold you to that promise Eddy, believe me.”



Kealani had been inside getting out her outfit and makeup. She walked back onto the veranda and saw me sitting behind Nicole and said, “Eddy I see you’ve got the lighting situation well in hand along with Nicole’s pretty butt.”



“Just making sure all of you could be seen from back there.”



“I can see very well from back here and it looks good to me.”



“I thought I ‘d set up a couple of chairs for Rodney and me just outside the door and the four of you could be over here by the railing. I’ll turn on the music and the lights once Rodney is seated. Then it’s show time.”



“Sounds good to me. It looks like we can each walk up pretty close to you without getting out of the spotlight so you can see us better. I’ll leave the choreography to Mandy when she gets back. It doesn’t have to be too complicated, a couple of songs should be enough for all of us to strip out of these outfits so we end up naked.”



“I’ve got an idea for the songs.” I said.



“Since the setting is appropriate why don’t you start with Van Morrison’s ‘Moon Dance’ then finish with Sting’s ‘Don’t stand so close to me’ for your close-ups?”



“That’s a great idea, it will give us about 8 or 10 minutes. Nicole you’re the professional here. Does that sound right to you?”



“Yes that should be fine. I studied ballet for 12 years. I could do a naked dance to something, maybe Clair de Lune if you want to keep with the moon theme.”



“Oh Nicole I think that would be awesome. We would all enjoy seeing that.”



Mandy returned with the other costumes and then went out on the veranda with Kealani and Nicole to begin putting together a little performance to the songs I suggested. They rehearsed a few minutes then came back inside. If everything was going on time with Lauren and Rodney I should be getting a call in about 20 minutes. I planned for Lauren to take Rodney to her cabin and tell him she needed to come see us for just a minute. When she arrives Kealani will fill her in on the plan and help her get dressed. I’ll go over to her cabin and tell Rodney there’s going to be a little party over in our suite and Lauren is helping to get it ready. Kealani will call Lauren’s room when they’re all set to start and I’ll bring Rodney back.



The girls began getting dressed while I got the songs queued up on the i-Pod and did a sound check. I tested the lighting once more then sat two chairs close to the veranda door. I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt since I didn’t want to spook Rodney by showing up in a robe at Lauren’s room while we were waiting. Once he saw the girls get naked I figured he’d be a little more comfortable with what kind of party it was going to be.



A little before 8 o’clock the girls came out of the bathroom in their costumes. I remembered how sexy Kealani looked when she wore hers on the pool deck a few days ago but seeing 3 girls dressed like that was a living wet dream. They had put on bras so they would have more to take off. Everything else was pretty much the same. Short skirts, white thigh-high stockings, tight white shirts, ‘come fuck me’ Mary Jane shoes and horn rimmed glasses. And of course, white bikini panties. Mandy even had a bow in her hair. Rodney was going to love this.



About ten minutes past 8 Lauren called and said they were on their way back to her room. I filled her in on the plan and a few minutes later she was at the door. I let her in and Kealani led her away to get into her outfit and explained what was going to happen. She told me she’d call when they were all on the veranda and ready to start. I went over to Lauren’s room and sat down in a chair and began to talk with Rodney.



“How was your dinner date tonight Rodney?”



“Really great Eddy. We had a nice time.”



“Were your parents there too?”



“No it was just us.”



“Lauren’s a very pretty woman don’t you think.”



“I sure do. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”



“You like Lauren don’t you?”



“Yes sir I do.”



“She likes you too. In fact she’s over at our cabin putting together a very special extra birthday present for you. Did she tell you anything about doing this?”



“She mentioned we were coming here for a little while but she didn’t go into detail about it.”



“Did you enjoy the show in the lounge last night?”



“Yes it was a lot of fun.”



“What did you think of the dancing girls?”



“They were very pretty and great dancers.”



“Well if you liked them I’m sure you’re going to like your present.”



Rodney looked a little quizzical at that comment but before he could say anything the phone rang. I answered it and Kealani said they were ready. I hung up and told Rodney it was time to go over to my cabin and get his surprise gift. We walked in and the lights were turned down very low. I led Rodney to the veranda and told him to shut his eyes and sat him in one of the chairs. “When you hear music you can open your eyes.” I told him and went back inside and started the i-Pod. As soon as I heard the music I turned on the spotlight and went back and sat next to Rodney.



The light was perfect and the moon had risen behind the girls just enough to be above them in the sky. They looked adorable. Lauren had kept her wig and makeup on and looked really hot in her uniform. I was surprised at how well she did with the dancing. Kealani had grown up dancing hula and other dances at her school so she could probably have danced professionally if she wanted to. Their routine was cute with each one trying to get in front of the other ones like little schoolgirls do.



When the second song came on they came up close to us one at a time and began to strip. Lauren went first, I guess to keep Rodney from getting too flustered since he had already seen her naked. The others stayed back at the railing sashaying back and forth and bending over to show their butts. Lauren did a very arousing if somewhat quick striptease. Rodney was spellbound when she bent over and put her ass close to his face and slowly rolled her panties down below her cheeks. She then pulled them quickly off and trotted off to stand with the others. Nicole was next and it was obvious this wasn’t the first time she had ever done this. That girl knew how to tease. I couldn’t believe it when she put her leg up in front of her to take off her stocking. Her knee touched her nose and was perfectly straight. Her bare twat was just inches from our faces.



Mandy was next and when Rodney saw her bald pussy slide into view as she eased her panties down I thought his eyes were going to pop out. Mine too. Kealani was last but hardly least. She did a routine similar to the one she had done the first day of the cruise. With similar effect. Rodney and I both had erections. Once Kealani was naked the others came back close to us and just stood there for a minute so we could admire them. When the music stopped Lauren asked Rodney, “Did you enjoy your present?” He could only shake his head up and down as he continued to stare at their naked bodies.



Lauren walked over and stood beside him. “Rodney that’s the first part of your present. You remember what you and I did after the show last night don’t you?” He shook his head up and down again. “Well we’re going to do some more of that tonight. All of us.”



“You mean we’re all going to have sex? Together?”



“As much as you want Rodney.”



“Wow Lauren, I sure didn’t expect a present like this. This is the greatest present anybody has ever given me.”



I told him, “Rodney, speaking from the experience of fifty years, it will probably be the best present anybody ever gives you. I hope you don’t mind if I share it with you.”



“Uh, not at all Eddy.”



Kealani said, “Rodney before we start with the sex, Nicole has graciously consented to do a ballet dance for all of us. Why don’t you go inside and take that nice suit off and hang it up and use the bathroom if you need to and when you come back Nicole will dance for us.”



He got up a little shakily and headed back into the room. In a few minutes he returned completely naked and resumed his seat. I had taken my shirt and shorts off while he was gone. Kealani knelt beside me and Lauren knelt beside Rodney. Mandy sat on one of the lounge chairs as Nicole walked out to the middle of the veranda. I got up and turned on the i-Pod and the music began.



Nicole’s ballet lessons were not wasted. Dancers tend to have great bodies but Nicole’s was superb. She danced across and around the veranda for about 5 minutes. I had seen ballets before but never someone dancing nude. You really got a much better appreciation of how strenuous the moves are when you saw uncovered muscles doing them. I was really glad to have the cameras for this whole episode on the veranda tonight. I knew this would be something I would watch often.



When she finished we all applauded and she took a bow. Lauren looked at Rodney and asked him, “Which one of your presents would you like to play with first?” He looked around and then at me with a look that was pure uncertainty.



“Rodney if you don’t mind I’d like to finish something I started with Nicole. If I were you I’d get between Mandy’s legs and see if she tastes as good as she looks.” He looked at me with a rather fearful look. “Lauren did you get around to checking out Rodney’s pussy eating skills last night?”



“We spent the entire time fucking and never got to that.”



“In that case Rodney you can learn from an expert. I’m sure Kealani would be delighted to assist you and give you some excellent guidance in the fine art of cunnilingus. You might be more comfortable in the bedroom. Lauren you can stay out here with Nicole and me if you’d like.”



Rodney, Mandy and Kealani headed for the bedroom to teach Rodney how to yodel in the valley. I lay down on one of the lounge chairs. “Nicole I don’t suppose you would have any trouble putting those lovely legs on either side of my head so I can have a little more of that delicious chocolate pie.”



“No trouble at all Eddy.” She put her knees on either side of my chest and faced toward my feet then bent over so her head could reach my cock. “Lauren why don’t you kneel down here and do something with Eddy’s balls while I see how much of this fine cock I can get in my mouth.”



“Nicole I’ve become quite fond of Eddy’s balls in the last few days. I know exactly what to do with them.”



I brought my hands up and put one on each of Nicole’s ass cheeks. She slid her knees forward a little and lowered her hips. I pulled down on her hips until her slit made contact with my mouth then licked her from her clit to her asshole with the flat of my tongue. At the same time I felt her hand wrap around my shaft and her warm mouth engulf the head. Lauren pushed my legs apart and lay between them. I felt her tongue lick my left ball as Nicole began to lick and suck the head of my cock while her hand squeezed the shaft.



It didn’t take long for them to get me to full erection. Nicole was letting her ample saliva drip out of the sides of her mouth to slide down my shaft where she used her hand to coat it. She kept it up until her hand was sliding easily up and down the entire length. Lauren was doing the same thing as she alternated sucking on my balls. My genitals were a warm wet mess and both of them were having a great time playing with them.



Nicole pulled her mouth off my cock and said, “Lauren raise your head up, I want to kiss that sweet mouth of yours.” Lauren complied and I could hear and feel them kissing. Neither of them stopped using their hand to fondle my cock and balls. “Eddy, what you’re doing feels really good but you need to know that I tend to get very wet when I’m aroused.”



I stopped long enough to answer, “I’ve already figured that out Nicole. You just go right ahead and let it flow. You are delicious.” She returned her mouth to my cock and I returned mine to her clit. I sucked and licked her nub with my tongue. She began to rock her hips forward and backward slightly as if she were fucking my mouth with her clit. I felt her breathing get deeper and her ass cheeks tightened.

“Oh yes Eddy that feels so good. I’m getting close. Oooohh so close.” I increased my tongue’s assault on her clit and licked back toward her vagina each time she moved her hips. “OH, OH, OH YES, YES Eddy I’m cumming! I’m cumming all over your face! I moved my mouth to cover her opening as she pressed down on me and started trembling. Her legs tensed and pulled toward my shoulders. She wasn’t kidding about getting very wet when aroused. Her pussy juice flooded into my mouth. I had to swallow three times before her orgasm subsided.



In the bedroom Mandy was lying on her back on a couple of pillows. Her legs were spread slightly and lying flat. “Rodney lie on the bed beside Mandy with your head level with Mandy’s tits.” Kealani laid on her other side. “Pleasuring a woman with your mouth does not begin straight off with licking her between the legs. Get on your side and move Mandy’s arm so you can get your head close to her boob.” He did as he was told. “Now use your hand and massage her breast like this.” Kealani began caressing Mandy’s right tit to show Rodney what she meant.



Rodney copied her movements on her left tit. “How does that feel Rodney?”



“Great Kealani. It feels soft and warm.”



“Since there are two of us you can use both hands. That way you can form a cup around it and gently squeeze it so the nipple stands out.” Rodney tried that and got the desired result. “Now put your lips over her nipple and see how much of her tit you can get in your mouth.” Mandy pushed her chest up to assist them and let out a soft moan. “I think she’s enjoying this Rodney. Keep sucking her nipple and gently draw your teeth across it and feel it swell up.”



Another moan came from Mandy. “You guys are really making my boobs feel wonderful.” They continued playing with her breasts for a few more minutes.



“OK Rodney it’s time to move on. Start kissing her chest and keep kissing her as you move your self down the bed.” Both of them kissed their way across her stomach down to her navel. “Now take your hand and put it on the inside of her thigh and pull her leg toward you. She’ll get the message and spread them for you.” She did but kept them flat. “Move your hand up her thigh and gently touch her lip at the top of her thigh.” Kealani’s hand mirrored Rodney’s. “That’s it Rodney now rub her lip with your finger up and down.” He watched Kealani’s skilled finger and did the same. “Take your time. Look at her. See her beautiful pussy and feel it at the same time. Kiss her mound just above her pussy and smell the delicious fragrance of her.”



He was trembling slightly as he placed his lips on her bare skin just above her clitoris and kissed her. He opened his mouth and licked her with his tongue. “Very good Rodney. How do you feel?”



“Really excited Kealani. She’s so pretty. It’s so cool that she has no hair so I can see all of her.”



“Now use your other hand to pull back that flap of skin where her pussy begins.” Rodney used his thumb to expose Mandy’s shiny pink clitoris. “See that pink nub Rodney that’s her clit. It’s very sensitive so you need to treat it carefully. Put your finger in your mouth and get the tip wet then rub it on her clit.” Mandy breathed in sharply when Rodney’s finger touched her clit then she let out another moan.



“It sounds like she’s ready for the main event Rodney.” Kealani pulled Mandy’s legs apart and got between them with her face inches from her crotch. Mandy pulled her legs up and bent her knees. “I’m going to show you what to do from here since it’s not polite to talk with your mouth full. Pay attention and watch what I do so you can try it next.”



Kealani then gave Rodney an up close and personal demonstration of how to eat pussy. She went slow and was deliberate in what she did so he wouldn’t miss anything. It didn’t take long for Mandy to announce, “I’m getting close Kealani. You two have really wound me up.”



“OK Rodney it’s your turn. You take her to the finish line.” Rodney got between her legs and put his face close to Mandy’s slit. “Before you use your tongue you might want to use your fingers to spread her open and take a look at all that pretty plumbing.” Rodney pulled her lips apart and looked at her vulva. “Do you see her pee hole?” He shook his head up and down. “Down below that is the entrance to her vagina. Put you finger in there and check out how wet she is.” He inserted his index finger about an inch. “Put it all the way in Rodney, she won’t mind.”



He pushed it all the way in and said, “She’s very wet and hot.”



“Good. That’s how she’s supposed to be. Put another finger in there. OK now curl your fingers and slide them along the top of her vagina sort of like your scratching her. Reach in deep and pull them toward you.”



“That’s not fair Kealani. I’ll cum if he keeps that up.”



“Go ahead and cum sweetie, it won’t hurt you.” Rodney kept tickling her g-spot causing her hips to lurch up off the bed. “OK Rodney, take your fingers out and start using your tongue. Suck that sweet juice you’ve got running out of her and stick your tongue in where your fingers were. Put your hands on her ass so you can squeeze those cheeks and move her hips.” Rodney started licking her slit and tongue fucking her hole.



“You’re on your own Rodney. I’m going back up here and suck on these magnificent titties while you give her a real big orgasm.” Kealani started playing with Mandy’s tits alternately sucking one then the other. In less than five minutes Mandy was moaning and breathing fast.



“Ohhh God Kealani. He’s making me cum! YES, YES, YES, Aiiiieeeeeowwww YESSSSSS.”



“Stick your tongue in her as far as it will go Rodney and suck hard.” Her climax shook her and she threw her head back on the pillow and rolled it from side to side.



“Oh Jesus Rodney you learn fast. That was fabulous baby.”



Kealani slid down to sit beside Rodney. “How’s that nice cock of yours doing Rodney?” They both looked down at his crotch to see that it was rock hard. She slid down further and rolled him on his back. His hard cock stuck straight up in the air. “You wouldn’t mind if I tasted this beautiful cock would you?”



“N n n no.” He stuttered.



Kealani lowered her head and engulfed his cock until her lips were pressed against his pubes. She drew back and repeated the movement a few times. She pulled off him and said, “Very nice Rodney. Mandy I think you ought to bring that hot wet pussy over here and sit on this wonderful cock to thank Rodney for the lovely orgasm he just gave you. He’d probably like to have one too.”



As soon as Nicole’s orgasm subsided I told her to stand up and had Lauren lie on her back on the lounge. I positioned Nicole on her hands and knees over Lauren so her pussy was just above Lauren’s mouth. I spread my legs and straddled the end of the lounge so my cock was lined up with Nicole’s wet hole and began rubbing the head up and down her slimy slit. “Lauren would you be so kind as to use your mouth on my balls while I’m fucking Nicole’s tight twat?” I felt Lauren’s tongue lick my balls as I continued rubbing my cock along Nicole’s pussy.



I placed the head against her vagina and pushed forward, burying the entire length in her with one stroke. I held it deep inside her and felt her hot tunnel conforming to my shape. Lauren raised her head up a little to suck both my balls into her mouth then pulled on them while keeping them imprisoned with her lips. “Oh Jesus Lauren that feels fantastic. That mouth of yours gets more talented every day.” I felt her tongue licking and poking each testicle as she covered them in her saliva.



I pulled back and eased my cock about half way out of Nicole. Lauren released my balls and placed her mouth on Nicole’s clit. Nicole let out a gasp followed by a low moan. I pushed my cock back into Nicole’s vagina and Lauren’s mouth again engulfed my balls. We kept up this rhythm for a few minutes until I heard Nicole’s breathing get quicker. I placed my hands on her hips and stopped my thrusting then pushed and pulled her to me so I could hold still while Lauren continued sucking my scrotum. Lauren used her thumb to rub Nicole’s clit as she rocked back and forth on my cock.



I felt the unmistakable signs of an impending orgasm and pulled Nicole back to impale her completely. “Oh Nicole, Nicole, baby. I’m going to fill your cunt with cum.” Lauren used her hand to press my balls against Nicole and gently squeezed them with her fingers. My cock twitched and swelled then began to spurt my hot jizz deep inside Nicole. She responded with strong contractions and milked several more jets of cum from my erection.



I pulled my cock out of Nicole’s slippery channel and Lauren immediately licked the shaft to get our combined fluids off it. She then pulled Nicole back so she could cover her vagina with her mouth and suck my cum from her. Nicole hadn’t finished climaxing and Lauren’s oral assault pushed her into another one. Her hips bucked and her head rolled from side to side as my hot cream was vacuumed from her.



Finally Nicole got up from the lounge. “Wow. You two really know how to treat a girl right. That’s the best sex I’ve had since I’ve been on this ship. I’m going to go pee now and then I’ll check out what’s going on inside.”



“Tell Mandy she’s welcome to come play in the moonlight if she’s not too busy.”



Lauren was still on her back on the lounge. “Stay like you are Lauren.” I knelt on the lounge between her legs, which she immediately pulled up and spread. “Lauren that little gesture is one of the things I love most about you and Kealani. When you spread your legs I get the most wonderful feeling of being welcomed and wanted.”



“Eddy only you would see something like that. And it’s because you are welcome and wanted. You changed the way I feel about my pussy. You made me feel that it is beautiful and desirable. I’ll always be grateful to you for that.”



“Well Lauren your pussy is about to be desired once again.” I put a cushion under her ass and lay between her outstretched legs. “Your clit is a masterpiece. Just looking at it turns me on. It’s so prominent and the nub is as large as one of your nipples.” I put my mouth over it and began to lightly suck on it. I pulled back the prodigious hood with my thumb and exposed the round pink bulb so I could lick it and gently nibble on it with my teeth.



“Oh Eddy yes baby keep doing that. You’re sending shivers all through my body.” I continued to suck her and lick her clit until it grew even larger. I let my tongue slide lower and licked between her long inner lips above her vagina returning each time to her swollen clit. She was moving her pelvis up and down. Pressing her mound against my mouth with each lick. Her hands were squeezing her breasts and her fingers pinched and pulled her nipples.



I held my mouth still with my lips pursed as she continued to move her pussy up and down. Each time her clit pressed against me I sucked it inside and licked it. “Ooooooh, Eddy, yessssss, yessssss baby this feels so incredibly good. Nobody’s ever let me fuck his mouth like this before. Oh God Eddy everything I do with you is just so wonderful. Please don’t ever stop loving me Eddy. I feel like I’m right on the edge of cumming but it feels too good to do it.”



“Take your time Lauren. Enjoy every second of it and remember if you do cum we can start all over again.”



She kept rubbing herself against my mouth for another ten minutes, slowing down and speeding up as the sensations spread from her clit through her whole body. Her eyes were closed and she would moan softly and take deep breaths as her sexual energy built up inside her. I used my fingers to pull and stretch her long spongy inner lips and lick them before returning to slurp her marvelous clit back into my mouth. Finally I felt her legs begin to tremble. She pressed her mound hard against my mouth. “Now Eddy suck it! Suck my clit hard and run the tip of your tongue against it. Yesss, Yesssss, Now! Yessss, Nowwww! Suddenly hot liquid burst forth from her as she squirted. I pulled my face back and a long arc of piss streamed across my back. “OOOHHH MY GOD Eddy I’m cumming! I’m cumming so hard!”



I didn’t even wait for her to finish. I raised myself up on my knees and wrapped my hand around my rock hard cock and guided the head to her sopping wet vagina then pushed it in all the way. She threw her head back and pressed her hips hard against me. “Ohhh God yes Eddy fuck me.”



“I’m going to make love to you Lauren. I want to show you how much I truly love you. I want you to feel how beautiful and desirable you really are. Wrap your legs around me baby and hold me in your arms. That’s right just like that. Let me feel those soft full breasts press against me. Put your hands on my ass and pull me into you.”



I put my mouth on hers and kissed her and stuck my tongue inside her so she could taste herself as I began stroking into her vagina with long slow strokes. The cushion elevated her hips so it felt like I was going deep into her with each thrust. I opened my eyes and saw her beautiful face in the moonlight. She seemed transported, totally absorbed in a sexual trance. I don’t know how long we were there. I was lost in the sensations of her hot slippery cunt as I continued to fuck her. I felt my balls slapping against her and as if she sensed my thinking this she reached both her hands down between her legs and wrapped each one around my testicles. She pulled and squeezed them in time with my stroking her. I stopped my thrusting and held myself buried inside her. “Make me cum with your hands baby. Caress my balls and squeeze them until you coax them into giving you their hot pearly gift. Show them how much you love them.”



“OOOOHHHH YESSSS EDDY I do love them. I’ll be very good to them and make them feel so happy that they’ll want to give me all of their sweet cream.” She had become as adept at caressing my balls as Kealani. It was as if they both had a psychic connection to them when we were having sex. They were wet with the copious juices that were flowing out of her pussy and she slid them around in her hands and pressed them against her ass crack as she rubbed her fingers on them from behind. She wrapped her thumbs and index fingers around them and pulled on them like she was milking them alternating the left with the right. The feelings were exquisitely pleasurable.



“I want you to keep doing that but I’m going to take my cock out and I want you to stroke it with one hand while you keep massaging my balls with the other.” I pulled it out and her right hand wrapped around it while her left kept playing with my balls. Her hand slid easily up and down the slippery shaft.



“Ooooh Eddy yes baby let me jerk that beautiful cock off. Show me how much you love me baby. Spurt your hot spunk all over my stomach. Come on now, let me have it.” A few more strokes and we both felt my cock swell and tighten. Her hand moved faster on my shaft as her other one squeezed my balls.



“Oh Yes Lauren here’s my love. Here’s the liquid proof of it.” The first hot jet of cum shot out and stretched from the top of her mound all the way to her tits. She kept on stroking and squeezing me until five more large spurts and several smaller ones joined the first on her stomach and covered it in white cream.



She squealed, “Oh Eddy you do love me. Look at how much you’ve given me!” She began to scrape up my cum with her finger and put it in her mouth.



“I’m covered in your piss and you’re covered in my semen. If that’s not love I don’t know what is.”



She giggled and said, “I guess your right. It sure looks like love to me. And tastes like it too.”



We were still on the lounge basking in the afterglow of our sex. Lauren had almost finished scooping up my goo and sucking it off her fingers while I was lazily rubbing my half hard cock on her magnificent clit to get the last drop of cum that was oozing out of the head. I pulled her large labia and stretched them until I could wrap them around my shaft and rub them along the sides of it.



“That looks like fun. Can anybody play?” Mandy said as she walked out onto the veranda.



“Only if you’re beautiful and naked.” I said without turning around.



“Then I guess that includes me.” She answered.



“We could use a shower, our last little game got a little messy.”



“I could use a wash up myself. Lauren that young stud of yours can make a pretty good mess too. He filled my twat with about a cup of his jizz. He’s in there now doing the same to Nicole.”



We all headed to the bathroom. Lauren walked in the shower and turned on the water but Mandy was delighted to see that there was a bidet in the room. “Wow, I haven’t seen one of these for a while and I sure could use one.” She sat down on it and turned on the water so she could clean up her crotch.



“Would you mind if I watch?”



“You can do more than watch you can help. Get some of that body wash and kneel down in front of me.” This bidet had a hand held spray head on a tube so you could direct the water easily. I adjusted the water temperature and aimed the spray between her spread legs.



When the warm water hit her crotch she said, “That feels nice. Pour a little body wash in you hand and rub it on my pussy.” I did as she requested and started rubbing it on her mound using my fingers to spread it on her clit and lips. I spread her labia apart and slid my middle finger along her slit. When I stuck the tip into her vagina I could feel the sticky cum that Rodney had deposited in her. I pulled my finger out and watched as the white goo oozed out of her into the basin. When it stopped dripping out of her I continued to wash her hole with my finger then put the head of the sprayer on her vagina and pressed the lever. Water splashed out around the head as the spray shot into her. “You’re pretty good with that thing Eddy. Now wash my asshole. Nicole and I gave each other enemas before we came up here but you do such a nice job I’ll let you get it all nice and clean so you can lick it later.” I gave her anus the same treatment then turned off the water.



We headed for the shower just as Lauren was getting out. “You two can play in the shower for a while. I’m going to go see what Rodney’s up to with Nicole and Kealani.”



We got in and Mandy put on a shower cap to keep her pretty shoulder length auburn hair dry. It looked like her natural color but without pubic hair I couldn’t be sure if she was a true redhead. Not that it mattered. The warm water felt good. “You may now continue to wash the rest of me Eddy. In fact, I’ll let you be my personal bathing assistant if you want the job.”



“That’s a tempting offer Mandy but I seem to have a few other items to add to my already full life that I haven’t even sorted out yet. I have no idea how these cruises are going to affect my marriage.”



I took my time rubbing the body wash on her shoulders and back as she faced the wall of the shower. I then carefully washed her fabulous ass. Her dancing had kept her in great shape and given her a taut but still feminine butt. I massaged it with both hands letting my fingers slide up and down her crack.



I put my hands on her upper arms and turned her around to face me, then I pressed against her and kissed her. Her full breasts mashed against my chest as my tongue slid into her mouth. She put her hands on my ass and pulled my hips against her. My hard cock was against her upper thigh. She spread her legs and my cock slipped between them into the tunnel formed by her pussy and upper thighs. She moved her legs back together and squeezed my cock.



I stopped kissing her and grabbed the bottle of body wash so I could pour some on her tits as I leaned back with my upper body but kept my hips pressed against hers and my cock still ensconced in the warm embrace of her pussy pocket. I started to wash her breasts with my hands. “Use your body to wash mine Eddy and kiss me some more. I like kissing and you do it ever so well.” I returned my mouth to hers and resumed kissing her while I rubbed my torso against her as the body wash dripped down our chests to reach our lower stomachs.

The office was abuzz when Debra Jennings walked into work on what she thought would be just another Monday morning. After unlocking the door to her window office, she dropped her Louie Vuitton purse on the desk and turned to go and find out what all the excitement was about. She’d seen days like this before out there on the main sales floor. “Somebody’s getting married or went and got herself pregnant.” she thought.



Bobby Tunfield, the 25-year-old Junior Sales Rep ran up to her with a big smile and bulging wide eyes and blurted out: “Have you heard the news Ms. Jennings? How cool is this?”



“WHAT Bobby?” She asked, raising her voice slightly over the group.



“Oh! The home office has announced the location of this year’s convention! We’re going’ to Vegas! Isn’t that great? We’ll have a blast! OH MY GOD! Have you ever been I’ve never seen it but I’ve always wanted too and now we’re actually going I can’t believe it this is so cool!” – he sputtered out in one endless rant. The young man was absolutely breathless at the very thought, and waving his hands in the air.



“That’s great Bobby, we’ll talk about it later, but don’t you think we’re a little late for the morning sales meeting?”



“Yes ma’am, I’ll round everybody up!” The latest self appointed office town crier spun around and corralled all the other agents into meeting room #2.



Debra followed the hyper-excited sales crew, semi-patiently waiting in the meeting room which they used every morning to go over any new listings and bank incentives. No donuts, no coffee. All business. Debra ran her meetings in a tight professional way. Each agent got to speak, one at a time, about any properties they were currently working on, and when those deals would close. No excuses were tolerated. Any kinks in the numerous procedures for closing the sale were the responsibility of the individual agent to iron out. It was always a serious and sobering way to start the day.



What wasn’t normal today however, was an entire room full of smiling faces winking and quietly giggling to each other through the otherwise boring housing report. For once it seemed, everyone was wide awake. Debra ignored the fidgeting, knowing that everybody truly needed a break after a back breaking year. And four days in Las Vegas would certainly be a great way to do it. Record breaking sales equaled record breaking paychecks for new cars and down payments on starter homes. The team was clearly enjoying the fruits of their labor. Everyone was rolling in dough, and Debra was raking in more money than she’d ever dreamed possible. She was a natural born leader whom everyone loved and and admired. It was she who led the sales team to such mind boggling success, and they all knew it. Her team worked extra hard. First for her, then for themselves.



She gave her daily five minute pep talk and paused before sending everyone back out to follow up with their sales leads. She stood up and looked around the table at each and every agent, and with a face that meant business, said:



“Look. We still have a long six weeks before the convention, people. And there’s still a lot of business out there waiting for us, and a whole lot of money still to be made. So lets hit the bricks.”



This particular morning brought with it an unexpected distraction however, and once the agents were dismissed, the sales floor once again exploded in happy talk and the occasional squeal could be heard under all the murmuring voices. As it turns out, the National Association of Realtors had indeed announced the location of their annual convention. The home office in New York City, had sent out the emails first thing in the morning, and indeed, they were bringing everyone to Las Vegas. The sales agents who had come in early, opened their laptops, scanned the day’s incoming emails, and after the initial shock, couldn’t wait to spread the good news around the office.



Debra returned to a desk full of corporate paperwork and smiled, knowing that it would take a few more minutes before the sales floor was digging back into leads. She was happy that her team was so excited about something other than the next sale.



It showed her that, at least for now, they weren’t just real estate selling robots but instead, they were real people. She also knew that once the fever cooled down a little they’d go right back to closing sales. She loved them for that.



The HomeTown Realty Co. Inc had pretty much monopolized the market in Andover Wisconsin in the last three years. It took a lot of hard work on the part of her team and thousands of hours both in the office and out on the streets, prospecting for listings, and finally, it had all paid off.



Hiring away the area’s best of the best of local real estate agents from competing agencies was a big expense to take on, but the new young professionals were bringing home the bacon in big profits for the once tiny one room, family owned agency. Their amazing success, got the attention of HomeTown inc., a national realty powerhouse, who happily paid off the Conyer family for their business, and added them to the HomeTown Family of Professional Realty Services. HT (as they were known around the office) immediately moved them all to a massive office building downtown, and Debra was quickly promoted from supervisor at The Conyer Group, to Senior Office Sales Manager, in order to among other things, aid in, and facilitate the restructure into the HT family.



Her rise to fame was meteoric. Changing her career from high end clothing retail sales, was the best thing she had ever done for herself, she often thought. Well, that and divorcing that deadbeat of a husband she had supported for the four years of their miserable marriage. Shortly after the marriage, he began staying at home all day. He was supposedly looking for work during the entire time she worked full time while also studying for her real estate license.



Getting married seemed like a good idea at the time. High school sweethearts, she the cheerleader, and he the local football hero in a small town, it all seemed like destiny. And early on, sex with him was life changing. One thing Mark COULD do well, was fuck her brains out after a stressful day at work, so she could easily fall fast asleep. She quickly grew tired of kowtowing to the super rich women of Andover, while they spent some of their millions on high end fashion items. She hoped getting a real estate license might be her ticket out… of everything! Meanwhile, all Mark asked in return was the occasional blow job and hell, that seemed easy enough. She really loved sucking his enormous cock, and eventually learned to swallow his cum. That one act seemed so naughty for such a good Christian girl at first. But here in the privacy of their little white house on Jefferson St (A house she alone paid for by the way), she could be a nasty little slut by night and the ultra polished professional by day. She loved her kinky side. And loved keeping it a secret. It seemed like a win-win.



For a while.



She realized that once Mark, the former high school quarterback, found himself a big, comfortable chair to park his ever expanding butt in, he was done looking for work. She soon decided that she hadn’t signed on for this, and their formerly outrageous sex life gradually took a back seat to the stress of her providing for an otherwise, able-bodied man. “Good riddance and best of luck you lazy bastard.”



She’d say that line every single time the memory of his healthy young cock would sneak back into her memory. Usually when she was masturbating.



The good times were hard to forget after all.



There are super stars in every company, and HT is no different. You have those talented men and women who always sell the most, and bring in the biggest profits, while appearing to do it effortlessly. There are the young guns, eager to please, always socializing and laughing a little too loud, and the old pros who usually keep to themselves, are never in the office, and out-sell everyone. There was never a question which group would consistently produce the Salesperson of the Month.



HomeTown Realty continued to out-sell every other agency in the state, making record profits for the home office. There were regular visits from the suits from New York City to present monthly sales awards to individual agents and quarterly bonuses to Debra. Her people joked that it wouldn’t be long before she was transferred to NYC to run the Mothership.



Weeks later, the airline tickets and hotel reservations for The Cosmopolitan arrived by FedEx, and it was all anyone could talk about. The buzz was back on the floor, and folks started to figure out who they could “double up” with at the Cosmo. Most rooms were doubles, except for Debra’s which was, of course, an upper floor suite, as were the rooms for the New York executives.



When she overheard some of the partnering conversations, She thought to herself:



“Shit, and Ill be there alone.” Well, there would be tens of thousands of eligible bachelors in Vegas, as well as the usual naughty married men looking for an affair. “After all, she thought, what happens in Vegas . . .”



She’d spoken to all of the sales agents before, since they were after all, a tightly knit team. She knew some of them better than others, and decided that this trip would be her opportunity to get to know the ones she’d mostly overlooked. One of the young guns pirated from a competitor had just recently joined the company, and was making quite a name for himself amongst the ladies. Debra even caught herself staring at him during his interview, and to this day doesn’t remember what they said to each other during their entire first meeting. Chris Conyer had politely sat there staring directly at her with the most magnificent, piercing blue eyes she’d ever looked into. His dark, straight hair was much longer than most agencies would allow, but Debra thought immediately that he could easily seduce any female client to buy. Besides, the effect he had on her was seductive beyond belief. She maintained professional decorum, but did find herself daydreaming about the young man at the other end of the sales floor from time to time. She even chastised herself for acting like a smitten school girl when once, she just had to get another glimpse of his muscular arms by dropping off a sales brochure at his desk. “Dear lord, she thought. Look at me! What am I some silly teenager with wet panties stalking the big man on campus?” She smiled.



At least the panties part was true.



By pulling some strings with Human Resources (rank does have it’s privileges after all) she managed to have her airplane seat right next to Chris.



“Wow! what a surprise! she said to the handsome young man in seat 4E. What a coincidence! Look! I’m in 4D! No shop talk now Chris, we’re on vacation.”



“I promise Miss Jennings.” He said, shining those adorable blue eyes into the back of her skull.



“Call me Debra please Chris.”



“Ok miss er. . . Debra.”



“Thats better. Now we can have a relaxing, fun time in Vegas. Plenty of time for all the formalities when we get back. Right Chris?”



“Right. . . Debra.”



She had read on the Personal Data Card that she submited to the personnel department, that he was only ten years her junior.



“Well, she thought, if anything does ever develop, at least I won’t go to prison!”



The three hour and one minute flight from Milwaukee International to Las Vegas was mostly uneventful with both of them keeping a polite distance, sharing an armrest, and trying to keep their legs from touching in the cramped coach seats.



Debra was originally mailed first class tickets by the home office but had them changed to coach hoping to get closer to this beautiful boy. At least for the flight.



Fresh out of college, Chris obtained his real estate license as his parents had done for generations before him. They were naturally disappointed when he went to work for HT believing that he would take over the Conyer family business. But the writing was on the wall. Having twice the number of agents, HT was gobbling up all the commercial and residential real estate sales in town, and his families’ office simply couldn’t keep up. Once the corporate money moved in, it was over. Agents were heading for the door in droves for larger commissions, and ended up working at the same place he was now. His parents retired to their beach house in Florida and were actually proud to support their son’s new direction, seeing how successful he’d become. They’d had a good run, but it was time to relax. . . and catch some rays!



During the flight, Debra dozed off as did Chris, and for just a second, his head fell to her shoulder when he fell asleep. They both awoke with a jolt and he apologized for the sudden shock. She, just for a second, smelled whatever product he used in his hair and felt a chill go through her body. “Clean. she thought. . . Oh my god, so clean.”



Checking into the Cosmopolitan was fast and easy, since they had at least ten people behind the desk checking everyone into their rooms. It was a little chaotic with all the bags getting separated from their owners and needing to go to different floors and rooms, but again this was sorted out quickly by the staff. Debra marveled at the coordination the hotel employees showed in the lobby. Meanwhile, her female team members worked with the desk clerks to arrange who was going to share a room with whom.



The male sales agents did the same. There didn’t appear to be any hanky panky going on in assigning people to the dozens of double rooms.



At least not yet.



“Wow, what a management team they must have, she thought. Oh well, enough management talk for today. Fuck it! Show me to my room, and then to the bar!”



She hoped she hadn’t said that out loud.



Debra didn’t plan on getting too hammered tonight since there was a 9 a.m. sales meeting with all the New York corporate types. She also knew that all conventions are 5% meetings and 95% drinking. So even if she did show up a little hung over, no one would really notice. Besides, there would be plenty of time to party throughout the week, and she was actually getting a little tired. Freshen up, change and have a couple of strong drinks at the bar, then off to bed.



After a quick shower to rinse off the yuk of the airport and the cramped flight, she stepped out into the room to change. She dropped the huge white bath towel, and couldn’t help but check herself out in the full length mirror. At thirty four, she was damn proud of the body that she had maintained since her cheerleading days. It was so easy to do in college, but now it took a lot more work in the gym. She careful watched what she ate, and as soon as her jeans felt a little tight, she dieted and worked out hard until they fit her again. A perfect set of 34Cs, tiny waist, and a tight, round little ass that any twenty year old would admire. She did a slow pirouette and rubbed her hands over her smooth as glass ass cheeks. A little fresh makeup, drag a brush through the hair, and “I AM OUTTA HERE!” But not before wiggling into her favorite skinny designer jeans, and a light blue silk blouse with a lacy Victoria’s Secret bra underneath. Slip on the new heels, and off to the elevator. She couldn’t wait to show off the results of all those hours in the gym, and she knew that Las Vegas was exactly the right place to do it.



The Chandelier Bar



Yo! Jennings! Over here! The shouting was coming from five well dressed gentlemen seated at the most beautiful bar in Las Vegas. As Debra walked across the room she was nearly blinded by the millions of dazzling crystals on the enormous chandelier, three or four stories tall, that hung from the hotel ceiling high above the main lobby.



“Do you believe this place?” The loud New Yorker was Phil Antonio, Corporate sales manager for HT inc.



“Guys! Hey guys! Does everyone know Debra? She’s the queen of real estate in Wisconsin.”



“Oh stop it Phil. Hello gentlemen, its a pleasure to meet you and see some of you again.”



“What’ll it be Deb?”



“Actually, It’s Debra, Phil if you don’t mind.”



“Sorry Debra, must be the margaritas that have me forgetting my manners.”



“No problem Phil. How’s the wife by the way?” Asking the favorite question of every single woman who doesn’t want to be hit on.



“Everything at home is great. Thanks for askin!”



“Gentlemen, dis pretty lady heah is really killin’ it out dere in Wisgonsin.” His Brooklyn accent was showing, the tequila doing it’s job apparently.



“I have a great team. Thanks Phil.” She said proudly. Looking around for anyone else she might know, she wondered where the rest of her team had wondered off to.



The young guns had split since this bar was a bunch of old fat guys in jackets and ties. Martinis and margaritas in hand, it didn’t exactly look like a fun place to party.



Not seeing anyone from the home team, she slowly moved to the other side of the bar, away from the drunken NYC bosses and started for the door.



She looked outside at the amazing light show up and down the strip and it all looked like too much to handle for the first night in town.



“My god, the Eiffel tower is right across the street! Holy shit! Maybe I should just order a bottle of champagne and a burger from room service, and turn in for the night.” she thought. So she turned around and headed off back through the ostentatious lobby to the elevator, pressed the up arrow and waited for it to arrive. In a minute or so, there was a pretty little “ding!” and the elevator door opened.



“Chris!”



“Oh! Ms. Jennings! I mean Debra! Where ya going?”



“I’m just not up for a late night on the town Chris, so I thought I’d just hang out in my room and call room service.”



“I’m not really into it either. He said. All the other guys are going over to Hard Rock across the street, so I thought I’d just grab a beer with them and go to bed early myself. That nap on the plane wasn’t really enough ya know?”



“I do” Maybe before we leave I could buy you a drink Chris.”



“Oh, that would be great!” His voice sounded a little nervous when he spoke. She thought it was cute.



“Well, they’d sure be talking about us back at the office huh Debra?”



“No Chris.” She smiled sweetly at him and said: “Remember; What happens in Vegas. . .stays in Vegas!”



“Yeah right, he said. Unless you live in Andover!”



“Good point,” she answered, smiling.



“Hey,” he asked as she stepped into the elevator, who did they team you up with?”



“Nobody Chris. I’m in an executive suite.”



“Wow, cool! where are those? The top floor?”



“No Chris, the ninth floor, room 905, it’s far enough away from all the noise down here.”



“I’d love to see a suite like that someday, I bet it’s really amazing huh?”



“See you tomorrow Chris” she said, as the elevator doors closed between them.



Going up in the elevator, she had the distinct impression that young Chris, the tan, muscled, outrageously good looking male model type from her office had just hit on her!



“Yikes! It’s only the first night here and my brain is starting to race already! BAD girl!”



But maybe she just imagined it and the kid was just curious, since he’d probably never actually seen an executive suite in his whole young life.



Room service finally delivered the champagne she’d ordered in a beautiful silver ice bucket. “Life is good” she thought. She downed the first two glasses of Dom, and ravaged most of the huge cheeseburger. She’d slept through the paltry snack service on the plane and realized she hadn’t eaten anything substantial all day.



The third (or was it the fourth) glass of champagne was giving her a buzz, and she liked it. She turned on the radio to a classic rock station and starting dancing around the room, holding the glass high over her head.



“Dance as if no one is watching” she said to herself. She’d read that on a poster somewhere and loved the thought.



“Oooo the wheel in the sky keeps on turnin’ I don’t know where I’ll be tomorrrrrrooooowwwo.” She loved Journey and was quite the sexy little rocker chick back in the day.



She sang along with the tunes, and drank another glass of the bubbly. Her clothes were coming off one by one and she eventually put on the pretty silk robe that the hotel provided in all their suites. She was getting pretty light headed and having her own party in the safety of her huge sitting room. She sang out loud along with Eddie Money:



“Two tickets to paradiiiiise, won’t cha take my hand we’ll leave tonight.” God how she missed going to concerts. She and Mark went whenever a band came to Milwaukee, and always had a blast. Except that he always got so drunk that she had to drive them home.



But the live music was great.



Right now she was in her element and loving life. She tripped over her shoes lying on the floor and fell back onto the big, overstuffed couch and giggling like a child. She slid off the couch to the floor and her robe got all bunched up around the back of her head. She sat completely naked and spread eagle on the carpet, laughing.



“I’m really loaded, she thought. I’d better get to bed.” She crawled on all fours towards the bedroom and kept tripping on the robe and falling over on her side giggling all the way.



Over the radio, she thought she heard a knock at the door.



“Shit! she mumbled, Hotel Management! I must be playing the fucking music too loud. OK! I’m coming.”



She managed to stand up and lean herself against the door and call out: “Hello?”



“Debra? It’s Chris. Are you still awake?”



“Oh, Fuck. Well I fuckin’ said hello didn’t I? Of course I’m awake! What the hell do you want?”



“Well, it’s still pretty early and I thought we could just sorta hang out for a while.”



“Oh fuck, she thought. Here we go.”



Debra hadn’t had sex in well over two years, unless you count the occasional awkward groping after a date night of dinner and a movie with a guy from two towns over. She couldn’t get mixed up with anyone from Andover because everyone in town knew her too well. A jilted lover could spread nasty rumors, and ruin her reputation and her career.



She pulled herself together, closed the robe tightly over her naked body, and opened the door. She really hoped to send Chris back to his room soon. She didn’t need this fucking Adonis strutting his perfect muscles around her room in his skin tight Hard Rock t-shirt especially since she was so vulnerable right now, and desperately in need of quality cock. No. She needed a real man in her life, not some young adorable brutally handsome Julius Caesar of a god among men, with a big young throbbing cock, that she’d love to suck, and who could probably fuck



her lights out till next Thursday.



“How did you know where I was?”



“You told me.”



“I did? Oh yeah. Whatever. Come in. But just for a couple minutes ok Chris? I’m getting tired.”



“Sure! Thanks!”



“Now whats on your mind Chris?”



“Can I talk to you about something personal Debra?”



“Sure Chris. Anything. I probably won’t remember it tomorrow though, I’ve had a lot to drink.”



“That’s ok. I respect your opinion anyway. You’re so smart and beautiful, you might be able to help me with my girlfriend.”



Chris was pretty drunk too, having had way more than that one beer with the guys, and more than a couple shots. She noticed that he too was a little wobbly on his feet.



“OK, shoot Chris, before I pass out.”



“Well, I’m really embarrassed to say this Debra, and its only because I’m a little drunk, but my girlfriend has a real problem with having sex with me.”



“Really? Why? What kind of problem?” She was flattered that he’d bring up such a personal matter, and more than a little embarrassed herself.



“Well, she says I’m too weird and that I want to do things with her that aren’t natural. I sure don’t want to loose her Debra, so I don’t know what to do.”



“Easy one Chris, stop doing that aren’r natural to her. Problem solved. Goodnight.” She laughed out loud at her own joke, and fell back onto the bed.



Chris, laughing also, said: “No Debra, seriously, it’s just that I think everything I do IS natural and whenever we make love, things just sorta happen, and I do things, and she gets mad. I want to do lots of different things to her.”



“Oh? what kinds of things Chris?” Debra was suddenly sobering up.



“Well I don’t want to embarrass you Debra, so let me just say she doesn’t want me to play with her, you know… her butt.”



Debra sat straight up and whispered. “What exactly do you do to her butt Chris?”



She wanted to start masturbating right there and then, or at least slam his beautiful head between her freshly shaved legs.



“Well, she used to like when I’d put my finger in there but now I want to put my whole penis in there. And now she won’t have sex with me at all because she says I’m too weird.”



“I’m afraid I have this sex thing all wrong Debra. What feels good to me doesn’t feel good to her I guess. I’m so confused. I just don’t know how to please her. Or any woman for that matter. You’re such a beautiful woman Debra, I’m sure you’ve had many lovers in the past. Can you please tell me what a woman really wants? How should a man please his woman.”



“Well first Chris, no. . . not many lovers, just a few good ones.”



“Oh I didn’t mean to insinuate, Debra. Please, I’m so sorry!” Chris fell back on the bed with his hands clasped together over his eyes obviously appalled at what he had just said.



“No problem Chris I know what you meant.”



“Oh good. Thank you.”



He sat up on one elbow, and leaning on one side he blurted out: 
”You’re so beautiful Debra, I would never want to insult you in any way. I hope you know that.”



“Do you really think I’m beautiful Chris? I’m honored. Thank you.”



“Oh, absolutely Debra! There’s not a man in Andover who wouldn’t give the world to be with you. I’ve seen how the other guys in the office look at you when you walk by.”



Her legs were starting to tremble and she could feel her pussy starting to get wet. She knew she shouldn’t do this, but “what the fuck, she thought. I really need to get laid, and here we are in fucking Las Vegas!”



“Chris have you ever put your mouth on your girlfriends private parts, you know between her legs?”



“You mean her pussy? Oh yeah I’ve tried, but she thinks its gross and won’t let me do that either.”



She took a deep breath.



“Show me how you do that to her Chris.”



“Really Debra? Holy shit! That would be great!”



“Stand up Chris. Stand in front on me. Right there.”



Debra loosened the belt around her waist and opened the silk robe, showing him her freshly trimmed and bikini waxed crotch. The lady at the spa left a small “landing strip” covering only the lips of her pussy.



“Holy fuck Debra! you’re even more beautiful without that robe on.”



“Now watch me Chris” She took her middle finger and dragged it up her soaking wet slit and stopped at her clit.



“See this part here Chris?”



“Yes Ma’am,” he stammered.



“This is where you put your tongue. You start down here and bring your tongue slowly up to here. Wanna try?”



“Oh dear lord yes.” The poor kid could barely breath.



“Wait! Before you do, take off your jeans. You’ll be more comfortable. You can leave your underwear on.”



“OK!” He slipped out of his tight, designer jeans and threw them on a nearby chair.



“Now. Stand here in front of me Chris. Let me look at you.”



She couldn’t believe her eyes. The handsome young man who had seduced her with only his beautiful eyes on his first day at work, was standing in front of her, just inches away with an enormous thick cock bulging out from beneath his tight black jockey shorts. The bulge went from the right side of his crotch and ran across the shorts, the head almost poking out of the elastic waist band.



“Magnificent,” she thought. Her weeping cunt was wet with need.



“Come closer Chris. Kneel down.” He stared between her legs having never seen a well trimmed pussy before. She reached out and put her hands on either side of his head and pulled him gently into her waiting cunt.



“Now take your time Chris, lick me very slowly. All the way up to where I showed you from way down here, then back up again. Slowly. Do you like the taste of me?”



“Mmmmmhmmmm.”



“Put your tongue inside me Chris. Feel how wet I am? That means you’re doing it right. Go slow. That’s right. Perfect Chris. What a good student you are! Move your tongue a little higher to that special place I showed you. Nice. Now flick the tip of your tongue around that hard little part. Oh yes Chris, go faster now. Oh fuck that’s so good. Don’t stop Chris. Don’t you dare stop!” Oh my god Chris you’re gonna make me cum! Oh fuck yes! Eat me Chris, lick my pussy! Fuck fuck fuck oh my god Chris I’m cumming baby, cumming, I’m going to cum right on your wonderful tongue, lick my wet pussy like a good boy! Yes! Suck on my clit! Oh my god!”



She threw her long slim legs over his broad shoulders, spreading herself wide open and pulled his head in tighter to her cunt. He felt his pretty little goddess arch her back, toss her hair back over her head, and raise her hips to let flow her sweet juices into his hungry mouth. She screamed as her orgasm exploded, bucking her hips up off the mattress, and smothering his head between her legs. It seemed like an eternity since she’d had an orgasm that strong, and her whole body was shaking.



She fell straight back onto the bed, arms outstretched in either direction. She sighed out loud, rubbed her forehead, and tried to catch her breath. She was stunned.



“Holy shit Chris, that was amazing.”



“Did I do it right Debra?”



“Oh yeah Chris, you did it right.”



“Her hand slid down to her dripping pussy to feel how wet she had gotten. She wet one finger with her cum and dragged it across Chris’s lips.



“You like?”



“Oh god yes Debra, I wish I could taste you forever.”



They were both lying on their backs at the end of the bed. After catching her breath, her hand reached over and brushed her long red fingernails over his chest and he let out a another little sigh.



“Take off your t-shirt Chris.”



Slowly her hand slid down his body to his flat smooth belly and strong six-pack abs, stopping at the elastic waistband of his shorts. Playing with the top edge of his pubic hair for a minute or so, she raised herself up on one elbow and glanced down at the most wonderful sight she had seen in a few years. A massively thick cock that had to be at least 8 or 9 inches long. And it continued to harden as she teased him. She wrapped her tiny hand around it and squeezed it hard. It was throbbing with his pulse. She finally snaked her thin fingers inside his underwear under the waistband, and started stroking it softly up and down. She felt that it was too large to get her whole hand around. “Amazing,” she thought to herself.



He was moaning at her every touch. She rubbed his precum from the tip of his dick, down the side of his shaft and he shook.



She could feel her wetness returning.



“Does your girlfriend ever do to you what you just did to me Chris?”



“Oh no Debra, she tried it once but she said it was just too gross.”



“My god, you’re with the wrong woman Chris,” she sighed. “Any woman who doesn’t want this monster in her hand isn’t worth your time baby.”



She slid off the end of the bed and, after pulling her arms from her sexy robe, tossed it in the middle of the room. Chris too, thought he’d died and gone to heaven. He raised his head and, looked down towards his feet. There stood his beloved Ms. Jennings standing completely naked, hands on her hips, admiring his young masculine body. She studied him as if reading a movie poster, taking in every inch of this perfect specimen lying before her. He couldn’t take his eyes away from her either, finding it impossible to believe that any woman could be so incredibly beautiful. He sat up and held out his arms to hold her, but she pushed him back down on the bed with a hard shove. She put her hands on his knees and spread his legs apart. She thought she felt a little resistance in his legs, apparently due to his shyness. He’d never actually been full spread eagle in front of such a beauty before. His girl friend just groped at him under the covers, insisting he not look at her naked.



“Relax baby,” she purred softly, knowing his inhibitions were about to fall like a house of cards.



Massaging her young lover’s muscular legs, she lowered her head down to his inner thigh and licked his smooth sensitive skin. He tasted truly amazing, a little salty and sweet. Slightly sweaty, but clean, she remembered. . . so clean. His scent was that of luxury shower products and pure manliness. Delicious. It had been far too long since her head was made dizzy by the smell of a real man. Not a phony Aqua Velva man, but a real man, one who smelled of sweat and raw sex between his legs. She could feel her usually well controlled animal urges boiling up deep inside her, between her legs, hardening her nipples. She knew from experience that her naughty, kinky side would soon emerge and all hell was about to break loose on this unsuspecting young man.



Reaching up to his slim waist, Debra, excited and breathing hard, grabbed at, and pulled off Chris’ shorts. His huge swollen cock sprang forth of its captivity and fell with a slapping sound on his stomach. She pulled his sexy black Jockey shorts down over his feet and turned to bury her face in his crotch, inhaling his scent deeply.



Battery operated vibrators had gotten her best for years. Thinking the occasional butt plug in her ass or a large rubber dildo inside her was all she needed to cure her cravings at home, she was now face to face with what she really missed: A huge, cum dripping cock against her lips.



Debra Jennings was about to give this stud the blow job of his life, and she felt herself having another orgasm as she brought her head close to his engorged manhood. One hand, then the other, grabbed his pulsing shaft and stroked it up and down from the base to the area just below the head.



“Jezus! She thought, a two hander!”



He was too thick to clasp her fingers all the way around it, but by placing the top of one hand against the bottom of other, like a baseball bat, she could stroke him up and down using both hands, while her mouth consumed his first four or five inches. Mark was well hung, but this was a whole different world. “At least he showed me how to hold a bat.”



Little did she she know how vital that skill would become!



She lowered her mouth over the massive head of her hand full of cock, and Chris let out a whimper. She loved that some precum was oozing out onto her tongue, and she swirled it around in her mouth. His skull was pounding from this wonderful new sensation. He was writhing on the bed while Debra licked, sucked and stroked him using both of her hands together, tightly grabbing his ever growing dick until he yelled out; “Debra! Oh my god. . . Debra! Fuck!”



Raising his ass off the bed, he shot long warm ribbons of cum again and again straight down her throat. He came in torrents, in a way she had never experienced. Afterwards, she pulled his dripping cock, glistening from her saliva and the hot cum he’d fed her. She stroked and squeezed it, four or five more times, slowly, making sure that she’d gotten every last drop out of him. She licked away the last drop from the tip.



“Yum,” she whispered.



She stood up and walked over to the head of the bed and fell into the big pillow on one side, exhausted.



“Come up here you big stud,” she beckoned.



He just laid there at the other end, lost in an orgasmic coma, spent and moaning, but eventually finding the strength to join her under the covers.



They both fell fast asleep. A combination of beer, champagne, tequila, and crazy-hot sex education had knocked them both out cold.



At least until she awoke. . . sometime around three a.m.



CRASH! “Asshole! AAAhahahaha!” There was a loud commotion out in the hall. Some drunks were falling down and slamming the doors to their rooms.



“Fuck! (She called out to the gods above) Why do people in hotels feel as though they have to slam their fucking doors? Fuck!”



Bad language came easy to her after sex.



She had been sleeping soundly until these morons, probably she thought, the N.Y.C. crew, returning from their first night in Vegas.



“Pace yourselves gentlemen,” she quietly thought to herself.



She rolled over to go back to sleep, listening to Chris’ breathing. “What a night, she thought. What a cock!”



The more she tried NOT to think about him naked, the more she did. Her pussy started to awake also. She ran her hand down her stomach until she could touch herself there. She didn’t, at first, want to wake the man sleeping next to her, so she tried her best to be quiet. Her wetness was indeed back and flowing inside her soft little cunt. She slowly pushed her middle finger inside and breathed out a quiet sigh.



Chris was lying on his back where he’d passed out, hands at his side. Debra slid her hand across the sheet to his hand, ever so gently, and placed it over his. She slid over a little bit closer to get a whiff of his wonderful scent.



Her left hand was rubbing her breast, and pinching her nipple. Her entire body felt electrified. She softly closed her fingers around his hand and felt his fingers start to respond in kind. He stirred a bit, not quite awake. Then his hand closed on hers.



He turned his head to kiss her, as she was turning hers with the same thought. They kissed long and hard, tongues caressing each other, gently biting at each others lips, breathing directly into each others mouth while panting like wild animals.



Still holding her hand he pulled it down and placed it on his cock. Once again, hard as steel.



“Oh Chris, I need you inside me. Please fuck me lover!”



She grabbed his hard meat fully in her hand and pulled him over to her side.



“Get on top of me now Chris. Please, I need you inside me. Come to me.”



She put her hands behind her knees and pulled her legs up as high as they would go. He knelt between her legs staring down at her wide open pussy, wet with her juices. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed the head up and down her open slit.



“Give it to me Chris! Don’t make me wait any longer! Fuck me baby!”



He shoved the massive head into her waiting hole and she screamed.



“Jezus Chris! EASY! Go slower, it’s been a long time!”



“Oh. Sorry Debra, I didn’t know.”



“Do it again lover! Please. Put that wonderful big dick inside me. Now!”



He gently reinserted the head, and slowly slid more and more of his giant cock into her dripping wet pussy.



“Holy fuck!” she moaned. Give it to me baby! More! Yes! All of it!”



Her eyes rolled back into her head. She was loosing her mind with a newly awakened passion. He slid that smooth, throbbing beast into her all the way to his balls and held it there. Holding her hips up while she bucked hard against him, totally out of control. It was the best thing he’d ever felt in his young life. “There can be no better sensation than this, ever.”



She tightened her vaginal muscles to grip around the giant anaconda moving inside her. She let flow orgasm after orgasm out of her gaping pussy, as he pulled his cock out, then plunged it deep into her body over and over, relentlessly. She was happy that he didn’t need any instructions on how to fuck her. Pure animal instinct had taken over them both. He speed fucked her until she literally begged for mercy. Hearing her beg was all he needed to unload inside her, showering her internal organs in powerful a stream after stream of his hot cum.

Mana slipped off the ledge into the churning water of the cave, her tail firmly attached. She greeted her sister Quinara with a head bump and swam around her making a high keening noise that conveyed happiness to be back in the water.



Quinara motioned towards the land man who was treading water, his limbs moving in panic. Quinara smiled in anticipation and Mana nodded.



Mana broke the surface of the water as her sister reached the man’s legs, feeling her way up them.



“Jesus!” she heard him yell. He was the sandy haired man, the worried one who came looking for his friend. She looked around the cave for Danny, the dark soldier. He was standing on the ledge, fear pulsing off him with a sweet tang.



“Get away from us,” Danny said. Mana admired his nakedness and the long organ between his legs that had used her so well.



“You don’t mean that,” she said, using the full power of her yellow-green eyes on him. Her breasts bounced above the waves under her silky coral hair. “Come in and play with us.”



She glanced back to where Quinara’s dark head was below the water, stripping the man’s pants off. She used her hands to grip his erect penis with the little suction cups on her fingers. He moaned. She began kissing and sucking his balls and licking around and around the tip of his cock.



“Your friend is playing,” Mana said. “We won’t hurt you.” It was a blatant lie.



Danny clenched his fists, his cock starting to swell of its own accord. He watched Mana’s breasts peek out of the water and Quinara’s dark head as she sucked on Sam’s cock below the surface.



“Viens ici… Come, please,” Mana said, her voice a little unsteady. Her languages were slipping up again. She wanted this one badly.



Mana began to pump her tail in circles and she wriggled her upper body, unconsciously performing a mating ritual. She stopped in shock. She could not allow herself to mate in bond until her 100th tidespan. She definitely couldn’t bond with a land man without risking death from her people or his.



She wanted to take this one home with her and keep him in the depths of the ocean. Instead, she and her sisters would lavish him with his heart’s desires before he gifted them with his life.



“I..” Danny was wavering, his desire for her warring with his need to get him and Sam to safety.



Mana hummed a mersong in their high-pitched language, blending the call of the sparkling water, the sun reflecting off the glistening sea, and seagulls drifting on the wind. It was a song for sailors to come exploring and it had lured much stronger men than this soldier. Sam’s moans punctuated the air as Quinara worked on him.



Danny shuddered and took three steps towards the water until his toes were on the edge. Mana’s nipples sharpened to points and her sex tingled in anticipation of making him hers.



To her shock, the man clenched his fists and stopped.



“No.” he gasped, “Stay away from me, you… ” His eyes were glazed with a mix of desire and horror. He couldn’t bring himself to say what she was.



“Mer?” She reached out to touch his naked toes, singing in her language about what she would do to him if she had him in her bed. She sucked on the tip of his big toe then licked the space between his toes.



Impatient, Mana used her tail to jump above the water, grab Danny’s knees and pull him in. The water muffled his yell.



Deep below, she could see him struggling to swim up and tutted in annoyance that humans panicked when it would serve them to conserve their energy and air. She reached out to him. He gripped her arms, his eyes falling to her naked chest then widening as they dropped to her tail.



Mana cupped his strong jaw and sang to him of waters so deep the pressure felt like a massage as you moved, of places with no light where you used your ears and mouth to taste the water.



When she bent to kiss his pursed lips, she opened them and breathed air into his mouth. Her tongue tangled in his. She wove an air spell, something that Merpeople had very little power over, but it would last the night.



He smiled in wonder as he took a deep gulp of water and it formed into air in his lunges. He laughed. He looked wonderful with a smile. He was too serious above ground, she could tell.



She felt a momentary pang that he was to be their sacrifice for her younger sister’s Eventail where they would dance under mother moon and he would make love to a virgin. Then they would kill him, the blood of the earth mingling with the blood of the sea.



“Come,” she whispered. She had faith he would follow her as they swam to the surface.



Quinara and the golden man were not in the water any longer. When she and Danny broke the surface, they saw that Quinara’s tail was off and she was bent over a rock on the ledge of the cave. The man’s face was deep in her pussy from behind, and he was alternating licking her tight asshole and deep into her pink slit. His hands spread her buttocks wide as she knelt on shaky legs. Her heavy breasts were pressed hard against the rock. She held the edges and closed her eyes in rapture.



“Si! Oh yes! Please!” she was screaming and switching from land talk to Mer, gasping in high keening sounds that meant pain and pleasure found only on the earth. The man was so engrossed in his lover that he didn’t notice Mana and Danny, but Danny’s cock had sprung up upon watching her sister and his hands, seemingly of their own accord, felt Mana’s tits, squeezing them and brushing across her nipple.



Mana whispered in his ear as she felt for his hard length, stroking it.



“You like watching your friend fuck my sister,” she said, hoping she used the word fuck correctly like she had heard it from him. “You can have her and me both if you come with us.” Danny gasped as Mana lowered herself, kissing along his body and taking his hard cock in her mouth.



On the rock, the land man had licked Quinara’s asshole one last time, stabbing his tongue deep in the crevice between her cheeks. He leaned back to position his cock at her tight asshole and began to push his way inside. Quinara gasped in surprise and swore as he violated her tight, untried hole, pushing forward as he held her hips steady.



“Come on baby, that’s right, open for me” he said, groaning as his head popped through her opening. He waited, inching forward slowly. He was very large and Quinara whimpered then moaned as he reached around her to tickle the sweet sensitive spot at the tip of her pussy.



He groaned as he pushed further in her ass, spreading her cheeks wide, and spanking one with a sharp crack.



“Yes, oh yesss.”



Quinara was moaning, whimpering and shuddering. He began to move a little faster and harder, eyes closed in ecstasy as he forced her tight asshole wide open with his thick length. He pushed his whole cock into her ass and lifted her torso so he could play with her large, fleshy tits. He began pumping harder, grinding, feeling her tits bounce with one hand as he made her cum with the other.



Quinara screamed as he lost all control and rammed her hard, pulling fully out of her ass and then back in. She came with a sob, loving the pain and the sharp warmth of his hand on her clit. He pumped a few more heavy thrusts, then yelled out, convulsing as he poured his cum into her ass, claiming it as his.



He fell on top of her on the hard floor, his cock still jerking in her spread hole, his head buried in her black hair. He turned his head towards the ocean where Danny’s face was screwed up in ecstasy as Mana worked his turgid cock in her mouth under the water. She sucked and pulled and he gripped her head, her hair spilling upwards under his hand. He groaned and pushed deep in her throat as he came.



Mana smiled in satisfaction as she swallowed his salty semen down her throat. He’d follow them anywhere they wanted now. He was hers.

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