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Sorority pledge

April 26th, 2008

I’m a member of a great sorority for a school in the Big

10. Pledge indoctrination takes place in the fall. Our house

goes for real lookers; the hot ones who make guys cum in their

shorts. Anyway, each established member gets one pledge in her

charge. Mine was a real nice , innocent girl named Aimee. I

intended to change that.

Sorority girls can do anything they want to pledges, so

spontaneous spankings are frequent and commonplace. Luckily for

pledges this hazing period lasts only two weeks. In the evenings,

after classes, I’d make Aimee strip down to her bra and

panties or make her wear some equally humiliating outfit while

she slaved away at the chores given to pledges. If the assigned

chores weren’t satisfactorily completed (which was nearly

always) it meant going over the barrel for a spanking.

The “barrel” is a large drum shaped cylinder on short legs

with handles and fastening straps. Girls are put naked over the

barrel with their ankles strapped in place and their bottoms are

in the uppermost position. This is a terrific device for

impromptu punishments as well as ceremonial spankings. An

interesting variation on the barrel is one that I used frequently

with Aimee I’d make the pledge straddle the device lengthwise

as though riding horseback and have her lie forward and hug the

barrel to keep from sliding off. This position naturally

stretches the bottom good and tight and is extremely embarrassing

for the “rider”. I never inflicted any permanent damage to

Aimee. I usually would hand spank her until she’d start

crying.

As a deviation of the above sorority practices I’d like to

relate the sexiest and most memorable incident of spanking that’s

ever happened to me. After a boring day of classes I was itching

for some entertainment in the form of spanking Aimee’s all too

appealing bottom. In order to make the experience an intimate and

exciting one, (for me, anyway) I left word for my little pledge

to report directly to my room. In time the coquettish underling

appeared as commanded. Aimee is a petite little dumpling with

rich brown hair shortly bobbed in a becoming hairstyle. The girl

was still in her street clothes and carried a handful of books.

Faking a truly bitchy mood I ordered her to lock the door behind

her and to strip naked. Knowing the punishment for disobedience

to a superior, Aimee began to instantly undress. In two

minutes she was standing before me in her birthday suit. She was

especially nervous and trembling visibly. I told her to bring me

the hairbrush from my bureau and to drop face down across my

thighs. She did so with a gasp of mixed fear and humiliation. She

had never been spanked over my lap like this and was obviously

terrified. I applied the first spank with great vigor, the

hairbrush smashed down on one tender bottom. Aimee flinched. I

then announced that she must count aloud each spank and thank me

for it!

“SMACK! One.Oh, t-thank you.SMACK. T-Two. Thank

you.,” and so on.

This was kept up to my great delight for nearly thirty hair-

raising spanks. By now the pledge was crying and stammering, but

I didn’t let up. At last the despondent pledge begged for mercy

and offered to do anything else rather than have the spanking

continue.

The girl stimulated my curiosity and I asked her what she’d be

willing to do to have me stop spanking her. I was surprised when

she offered to lick my toes for an hour. I was justly intrigued

by the depravity of her suggestion. “You’ll have to lick more

than just my toes,” I responded.

“All right, anything. ANYTHING!,” cried the unhappy pledge.

This was too good to be true. I immediately had Aimee

stand up. Her bottom cheeks were solid red. I quickly kicked my

shoes off, then pulled off my knee socks. I lifted my skirt and

lowered my panties, removing them. I lay back on the bed with my

legs spread wide and pointed to my snatch, ordering the girl to

lick me.

A most obedient Aimee quickly knelt down in front of me and

without the least hesitation buried her face in my crotch! She

began working her tongue around like a pro. That girl really

knows how to eat hair pie. Aimee does it better than any guy

on campus. I came in two minutes flat. I had made a friend for

life. I felt so good I wished to reciprocate, but I couldn’t

bring myself to perform oral sex on another woman. Aimee said

she’d be satisfied if I diddled her with my finger. The only

trouble was that her bottom was so sore that she couldn’t lie on

her backside.

Thinking quickly I told the girl to climb in bed on all fours. On

hands and knees Aimee scampered onto the bed with her legs

wide apart. From behind I fingered her slit and gave her a real

cool finger-fucking with one hand, while I reach around with the

other and squeezed her nipples. It was wild. I never thought I

would get off on this sort of thing. Aimee clipped when she

came. Her hips were going a mile a minute. She was actually

fucking my finger instead of the other way around. You’ll think

I’m nuts, but we were going at it so hot and heavy that the

windows of the room were getting fogged.

As you can see I made a lasting friendship all because of my

participation in spanking. I can’t even think of spanking in any

other terms but sex now. Every time I see a girl’s ass being

spanked, it really turns me on thinking of the subsequent

possibilities. Aimee is a full fledged member of the sorority

now, but she still visits my room on those occasions when I don’t

have a date.

Her First Threesome

April 26th, 2008

The three sat outside on the porch drinking alcohol and waiting for her to get primed. The men just sat back smoking there cigarettes watching each time she laughed and exposed her breast just a little bit more each time.

Her husband moved next to her and kissed and groped her breast, allowing his friend total view. She knew it was wrong but deep inside she knew it was her fantasy and if only. Brandy enjoyed his kissing and allowed him to slip his hand in her shorts and his fingers into her hot pussy. The touch of his thumb against her clit shot fireworks throughout her body. She felt ashamed and turned on all the while. With every twist of his fingers in her she felt the ache inside increase even more. Finally when he knew that she was close he stopped. Rob knew she was there and didn’t want her to finish, not yet. Rob sat back down next to Dan and grabbed another drink and smiled his wicked smile. Dan just sat there with a state of happy shock on his face. Brandy wasn’t quite sure what to say or do next. She only knew that she needed, wanted more.

Brandy asked Rob to come inside and help her get more drinks deciding she needed to see what his agenda was tonight.

“Rob, what were you thinking out there?” she asked. He came up behind her and grabbed her around her waist then kissed passionately on her neck and blew into her ear just the way he knew would make her melt. She squirmed but not able to control herself she followed his lead and entered his shorts to find his cock and held it firmly. Squeezing it and running her hand up and down it several times. Next she got on her knees and licked his balls and sucked his cock allowing him to shove her head on to his cock deep into her throat.

After sometime he helped her up and told her to go in the bedroom and he would send Dan home. She agreed and went to their bedroom.

Rob went outside with an even bigger grin on his face. “Brandy’s gone to bed” he told Dan as he sat down. “Okay, well I guess I should get on home. Let you two finish what you started.”

“Here’s another idea, why don’t I go and start fucking her doggy. She’ll have her face towards the wall; I’ll leave the door cracked. You come in and switch places with me. I’ll get her to suck my cock while you continue reaming her pussy.” He paused, “she won’t have time to think, she’s so horny right now she’ll just be happy to be filled.”

The plan was made and put into motion; Dan decided to go pickup some more drinks at the store giving Rob ample time to set everything up. Ten minutes went by and Dan was back with a raging cock.

He entered the patio door in the bedroom as instructed by Rob; he couldn’t believe Brandy hadn’t noticed it opened. She must really be out of it to not notice the wind blowing the curtains. He stood there behind the curtains watching his best friend fucking his wife. How wrong this was, how incredible this night could, no, would be. How the three would never look at each other the same again. Dan slipped his clothes off still surprised she hadn’t noticed his entry or the sound of his clothing coming off. Rob had heard and seen everything, pointing at her ass and grabbing her tits for Dan’s viewing pleasure. Rob smacked her ass and Brandy let out a scream of desire instantly setting her into ramming speed back and forth on his cock, harder with each blow. Finally Rob gave Dan the cue that it was time to move. Rob asked his wife what toy would she want and got up “to get the toy”. Seconds later Dan had moved into position and began wailing his friend’s wife’s pussy.

Rob stood in awe at his wife being nailed like this. Knowing this was only the second man she’d ever been with. He pressed the record button on the camera and moved into position shoving his cock down his beautiful brides throat.

Immediately Brandy began sucking his cock eagerly trying to will it to grow so that she could have more to swallow. Until suddenly she stopped, she realized there was a problem here, how was her husband standing in all his glory in front of her while there was a cock still fucking her from behind. Slowly she looked from her husband to her back. The realization that her husband was not fucking her had finally hit. The realization that Dan had not gone home and was in fact on his knees behind her with his cock still inside her pussy. Immediately she wanted to stop and question why and what they both were thinking, but instead, instead she decided to go along. To finally be that bad girl she had always wanted.

She took her husbands cock in her mouth and swallowed the shaft up to hilt over and over allowing him to know that he was a good boy but would be punished later. She then turned around and began to lavish Dan’s cock with her deep kisses, sucking in more and more.

Rob feeling left out pulled her back and made her lay on her back taking his cock back into her mouth allowing Dan full sight of her pussy.

Dan wasn’t quite sure at first what his friend was wanting but quickly got the hint from Brandy that she wanted to be licked and fucked by his fingers. Licking and sucking on her pussy lips all the while fucking her pussy first with one finger then with two harder and harder with each stroke. He couldn’t get over this vision and continued lapping at her pussy until her hips began bucking. The first orgasm of many to come that night.

Brandy went to her lingerie drawer and pulled out a gathering of toys that shocked and dismayed Dan. Offering him his choice to fuck her even harder. Knowing he’d never been allowed to do this before on his own wife. Rob had another thought though, while he took control of the camera he offered his wife again, but for a more personal position of “69″. He gave his wife her favorite tropical lube and told her to have fun.

With every lick, every suck of Dan’s cock her control of her body loosened more and more. Each time he sucked on her pussy and shoved her “purple pussy eater” dildo in her pussy Dan knew she would cum once again. He continued to suck, continue to lick, continued to eat until she bucked no more. The screams of pleasure filled the room until she finally shoved her mouth back on his cock. Sucking harder and harder and licking more and more. Dan couldn’t take it anymore and shot his cum in her mouth. What a glorious feeling, release of all the tension that had built up over the evening.

As Dan laid spent on the bed Rob smacked his wife’s ass once more and told her to get up. He lay on the floor and told her to squat on his cock. Fucking up and down quickly letting out a moan after each twist of her nipple. Each thrust deeper and deeper Rob could feel his load build but wasn’t ready to let her finish.

“Up slut” he stated firmly and she obeyed. He loved when she allowed him to dominate her. He led her back to the bed and told her to position herself for doggy. Dan was ready again but took his cue that this was Rob’s position and instead took his chance with another glorious sucking of his cock.

Rob barely had his cock into position and with just the anticipation of what to come Brandy began bucking and moaning. A firm slap of the ass and she regained control. Sucking Dan’s cock and forcing herself over and over onto Rob’s cock. Rob could take it no more and the release had to come now. With each thrust of his jizz into her pussy the relief set in and he too collapsed.

The three lay in the bed, limbs twisted together unsure where this would take them. Only knowing in this present moment that everything felt so wrong and yet so right.

Part 6 of In Memory Of Carly

April 26th, 2008

Greg got up early Christmas morning to get Carly’s gift ready for her to open. He had to hide it in the garage so she wouldn’t stumble upon it. He put it in a big beautiful box. It had holes at the sides and a magnificent bow on top. He was actually looking forward to seeing Carly’s face when she saw her gift.

He brought it into the lavishly decorated living room and put the gift under the Christmas tree. The Christmas lights were blinking brightly and lighting up the surrounding walls.

Greg decided it was time for Carly to come and get her gift. He went up to her room and opened the door slowly. He saw Carly sleeping soundly in her bed and almost felt guilty about waking her up. The old Carly would have been royally pissed. He had no idea what the new Carly would do. This little stunt had better tell me something.

He strode over to her bed and shook her by the shoulder gently.

“Carly, wake up. It’s Christmas,” he said.

“Five more minutes…please,” she muttered; bringing the covers over her head.

“Come on Carly. I’ve got a big surprise for you and it can’t wait.”

Greg pulled the covers off of her and watched as she curled up into a ball. He laughed to himself, watching her feel for the missing covers that provided comforting warmth to her body. Greg was surprised to see that she wore baggy flannel pajamas to bed. She usually wore slinky nightgowns, but he needed to remember that Carly wasn’t her usual self.

He grabbed Carly by her arms and sat her up on the edge of the bed. He found her slippers on the floor beside the bed and put them on her feet.

“Greg, can’t this wait until later? Why are you so persistent?” asked Carly.

“This gift can’t wait. Come on, I think you’re going to like it,” he said.

Carly could hear the subtle excitement in Greg’s voice. This must be good, she thought. She always looked forward to the anticipation of opening her Christmas presents ever since she was a little girl. She got out of bed and stretched her arms up into the air with a grunt. Sunlight beamed into the bedroom, but didn’t help the shiver in her body. She looked at her bed, longing to get back in, but slipped on her robe over her pajamas instead.

She followed Greg down the stairs and into the living room where the Christmas tree stood. The gifts were scattered underneath, but there was one huge box she hadn’t seen before.

“Is that big box for me?” she asked with a childlike smile on her face.

“Yep. I couldn’t wait any longer. I have to see the look on your face when you open it,” he said. Yeah, see if your true colors come out.

“Oh Greg, thank you. I’m sure I’ll love it,” she said as she sat down in front of the box.

Carly was just about to open it, when she looked at Greg with a smile. She then went under the tree to grab one of the gifts she got for him.

“It’s really hard to buy a gift for someone you really don’t know, but I gave it a try. I hope you like it,” she said.

“Thank you Carly,” he said as he took the small decorated box from her hand.

As he opened his gift, Greg heard her squeal in delight as she dove into the box and took out a sleeping dog.

“Oh my goodness, I’ve always wanted a dog,” she said as she laid the sleeping puppy in her lap.

“YOU HAVE?” he asked in disbelief.

“Uh yeah, who wouldn’t want such an adorable dog,” she cooed, mesmerized by the little chocolate brown, wirehaired Dachshund that was beginning to stir from the commotion.

“You really like the dog?” Greg asked surprised.

Her pure joy was not the reaction he expected. Carly hated dogs, at least she strongly voiced that during their marriage. She always said they were too much trouble and she didn’t want to get hair all over the furniture and rugs.

“Well, go on and open up your gift. It’s one of the couple of things that I got you,” she stated.

Greg finished taking the gift wrap of his gift and was surprised to see what lay beneath the paper. It was a bottle of Fahrenheit, the scent emitted from the plastic storage box under Carly’s bed.

“Is it okay? Do you like it?” she asked as she cuddled the puppy.

“Yes, I do, very much,” said Greg practically speechless.

Did Carly realize what a sentimental gift she just gave him? When they first met, Fahrenheit was the cologne he wore and she always loved it. As things changed, she didn’t want him to wear it. She said it wasn’t what people in their social circles wore. He changed it just to please her and to keep the peace. It pleased him to hold a new bottle in his hands.

They opened up the rest of their gifts. He could tell that Jackie helped her since the gifts reflected things he needed or wanted for himself at the office.

She picked out a new Blackberry with new features he could play with, a couple of shirts and sweaters and, of course, ties.

“Carly, this is too much. You didn’t have to get the Blackberry, I was planning on getting it when I had some time,” he said.

“Well, now you don’t have to. Don’t worry; it seems I have a lot of money. I got a bank statement in the mail the other day. Jackie took me to the bank to make sure that it was really mind. I’ve never had so many numbers attached to my name before. All I had to do was show my driver’s license and they gave me some money. Jackie and I had a lot of fun that day,” she laughed.

“Carly, you’re a broker. You make a lot of money. Well, thanks anyway,” he said as he leaned back against the sofa. “So, what are you going to call him?”

“Hmmm,” she pondered lifting the dog up to get a better look at him. “I think I’ll call him…Buddy.”

“Buddy?”

“Yeah, doesn’t he look like a Buddy to you?” she said. Greg just shrugged his shoulders.

Carly put Buddy down and he started to walk around sniffing the floor around the tree. Buddy sniffed around Carly’s other gifts and came across the gift that Nathan left for Carly.

“Why don’t you open that one Carly?” Greg motioned over to Buddy and the gift.

“Oh, let’s see what’s inside this one Buddy,” Carly said. Greg couldn’t help but be curious to see what Nathan left for Carly.

Carly picked up the gift and opened it. Greg couldn’t see what was inside as she stared into the box.

“What is it?”

Carly lifted the gift out of the box. It was a snow globe mounted on a short wooden pedestal. Greg moved closer to Carly to see the little city inside. The snow fell on the ground and revealed mountains covered in snow with trees and little skiers going down the slopes. There was a red flag with a white cross on it.

“Wow, it’s beautiful,” she said shaking the snow globe.

“Hhmm, what an interesting gift?” he said looking over her shoulder.

Carly stood and took the snow globe to the mantle in the living room. She looked down and saw Buddy looking up at her with his big brown eyes. Greg looked at the two of them and shook his head. He was amazed at how things changed since the accident. He never thought he would be looking at his wife in their living room on Christmas morning with a dog at her heels.

“What do you think?” she asked. Buddy gave her a loud bark giving his approval.

“Not you,” she laughed.

“Its fine right there,” Greg stood and walked over to Carly.

Greg wondered why Nathan would give Carly such a gift. What was the meaning behind it?

“So where did you get him?” he heard Carly ask.

“Uh, the SPCA. He’s neutered and house broken. I have his dog food and bed in the kitchen pantry so he is ready to go.”

“Thank you so much Greg.”

“Merry Christmas Carly.”

“Merry Christmas to you too Greg,” she said and then she wrapped her arms around his neck in a warm embrace. Greg returned in kind and wrapped his arms around her waist. They held each other until they heard the whimpering of their new dog.

“Jealous are we,” she said looking at him.

“I think he’s hungry.”

Greg picked up Buddy and they headed to the kitchen. Greg showed Carly where he put the dog food and poured Buddy his breakfast in a plastic bowl. Carly got a bowl and filled it with water then set it on the floor next to his food. Carly watched in fascination as Buddy ate. She couldn’t help smile at her cute little friend. She was happy to have him.

Since Greg fed Buddy, Carly decided to feed Greg and herself and made them breakfast. Greg and Buddy were in the kitchen keeping Carly company as she made egg and bacon with toast.

“I never knew you always wanted a dog,” Greg said as he munched on some toast.

“Well, I really wanted a monkey, but dad said one monkey, that being muwah, was more than enough for the family. My mom didn’t want to be bothered with one since she grew up with a dog in the house and it would be too much trouble,” she explained.

Carly finished making their breakfast and sat down to eat while Buddy would play with the chew toy Greg got him at the grocery store with the dog food. She couldn’t believe Greg got her such a wonderful gift. In her heart, she thought he must really love her, but there was something nagging in her head. There was something definitely missing, something he wasn’t telling her.

Carly and Greg had a quiet morning with Buddy, chasing him around the house. He got into everything. They actually had a good time with their new family member. Buddy was excited and relieved when they let him out to take care of his business in the yard. Greg watched as Carly and Buddy settled in for the day.

After they showered and changed into jeans, t-shirts and socks, they decided to stay and spend Christmas together- just the two of them, with Buddy of course. It meant a lot to Carly to spend some alone time with Greg. She still had some reservations about his mother and didn’t want to give his mother a chance to ruin her holiday with Greg.

Family and friends called to wish them a Merry Christmas and to see how Carly was doing. She spoke to her friend Alicia for a couple of hours. Alicia told her about the wonderful earrings her husband, Jeff, got her. Her friend informed her that on the following day, they were going to Baton Rouge to visit Jeff’s family and won’t be back until after the New Year.

Carly told her parents about Greg’s wonderful gift, which left them with a sigh of relief. Her parents told Greg that they would have been happy to have the two of them over for Christmas, but Greg wanted to see if Carly would remember anything and Carly didn’t disappoint.

After dinner, Carly and Greg let Buddy out one more time and then relaxed in the family room’s comfortable couch. They watched Buddy play around with his toys and get familiar with his new environment. Greg messed around with his new Blackberry as Carly threw Buddy a plastic ball and waited for him to come back with it.

“He’s perfect. What made you pick him?” she asked.

Buddy brought back the plastic ball with enthusiasm. He was anxious for her to throw the ball again so he could please his new mistress. She bent down and ran her hand over the smooth soft brown hair on the top of his head.

“I don’t know. He just looked up at me with those big brown eyes. He looked pretty pitiful and I guess I felt sorry for him and he’s just small enough for you to handle.”

She nodded her agreement and sat back in content silence. She smiled at Buddy who was patiently waiting for her to resume their play. Carly threw it a little harder than she intended. It rolled out of the room and Buddy ran after it.

“Your mother had a dog,” Carly stated.

Greg looked up slowly from his Blackberry and met Carly’s brown eyes.

“What?”

“Your mother. Didn’t she have a dog?” she asked. Greg didn’t know how to answer her. He wanted her to tell him what she knew.

“What do you know Carly?”

Greg sat their patiently, waiting for Carly to respond. Carly had a distant look on her face. She wanted to remember and it was on the tip of her brain. She was digging deep and finally visions of memories past resurfaced.

“The dog’s name was…Penny! It was a puddle. I white puddle.”

“Was?”

“Yeah, she died. Well, killed. I drove to your parent’s house to finally meet them and when I was pulling into the driveway; your brother was pulling out of the garage in a Jeep.”

“Yeah, keep going,” he said slowly. He was practically at the edge of his seat.

“Your brother ran over the dog. He was so upset. He thought your mother wouldn’t let him go to Cancun on Spring Break so I told him to tell her I ran over the dog by accident.”

Greg narrowed his eyes as he looked at Carly in disbelief. He didn’t know that and she never said anything at the time. He remembered that day as if it was yesterday. His mother LOVED that dog. It was her little baby since she had an empty nest. Greg and Kyle were in college and their father was at court all day. Their mother spoiled that dog rotten.

Carly came into the house through the garage followed by Kyle and she admitted to be the responsible party. She paid for the dog’s burial and Kyle and Carly never said a word. From that day forward, his mother HATED Carly.

“Are you sure that’s right Carly?” he asked tentatively.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure. What’s the matter? Did I say something wrong?” Carly seemed worried by the look on his face.

“Hold on a second. I’ll be right back.” Greg went into the kitchen and picked up the phone to call his brother. He wanted to know what really happened.

“Hello you asshole,” Greg said in greeting.

“Well, Merry Christmas to you too, bro,” Kyle said. “How is your Christmas with Carly?”

“Very enlightening. I want you to come over to my house. NOW!”

“Why? What did I do?”

“Just get here,” Greg said and then hung up the phone.

Greg came back into the family room and gave Carly a reassuring smile.

“Is everything okay?”

“It will be. I called my brother to come over here so he can help us. You see, I wasn’t there. I was inside waiting for you. So I wouldn’t know what exactly happened.”

Carly seemed to buy it. Buddy just cocked his head to the side and looked at Greg. Greg sat down on the couch next to Carly in anticipation for his brother to arrive. Buddy walked over to Carly to give her the object in his mouth. Instead of the ball, she found plastic leaves attached to a red velvet ribbon and a bell.

“What do you have there Buddy?” Greg asked.

“Mistletoe.” Carly took the mistletoe out of Buddy’s mouth. “He must have gotten it from the gift wrapping.” Buddy barked once and trotted off to play with his chew toy.

Carly looked at the mistletoe in her hand. This would certainly give her an opportunity to make a move on Greg. Why am I so nervous? I shouldn’t be so reluctant. He is my husband isn’t he? I’m sure we kissed a lot before I lost my memory.

“Well, you know what this means?” she said with a grin on her face.

Greg looked at the mistletoe and then at Carly. He noticed her slight hesitance, but wanted her to make the first move. Does she really want to kiss me? Did he? Of course! I actually have my wife back. So why am I so nervous?

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to?” he said softly.

Carly moved closer and lifted the mistletoe over Greg’s head. They looked into each other’s eyes for an instant before Carly kissed him gently on the lips. She smiled as she pulled away just a little bit. Her heart was racing a mile a minute. She couldn’t believe she was bold enough to kiss him.

Greg smiled back at her, pleased with her assertiveness. It told him a lot. It told him that she wanted to try. That Carly wanted to be with him and that she cared. He hadn’t felt such care from his wife in such a long time. At first, it felt awkward, but then he wanted more. He didn’t want her to stop.

He was surprised when she kissed him again and this time she lingered. Her lips were soft and supple. She gentle caught his lower lip between her teeth and pulled, coaxing him to open up to him. He thought that was cute. He came closer to her and kissed her. Carly came willingly as Greg wrapped his arms around her. He took things slowly at first, but could hardly contain himself.

Soon, they were sharing a passion filled kiss. She loved the way his mouth felt against hers. His mouth was warm and velvety. He tasted so good. Carly was excited and wasn’t afraid. She became more comfortable and wanted more of Greg. She wanted more from her husband.

The mistletoe long forgotten on the back of the couch, she ran her fingers through his hair. He leaned forward and pushed Carly back against the couch. He lay on top of her and continued to explore her mouth and her body. Her hand ran down his chest and around to his back. This was the first time she had the chance to take consideration of his muscular body. He was so much bigger than Carly. Harder. His muscles flexed with each movement he made. Damn, he feels like a brick wall.

Greg lifted Carly’s t-shirt and marveled at the heat radiating from her skin. She flinched slightly at the touch of his fingers across her abdomen. His gaze met the white satin bra, so he released her left breast from its confines and licked at her black nipple. She sighed in content when he engulfed her nipple in his warm, wet mouth. Her hands came up to the sides of his head to keep him in place. He felt so good to her where he was and she didn’t want him to move away ever.

He didn’t realize how much he missed her until all his memories of her came back. The way her chocolate skin was soft and silky to his touch. The way she smelled so good. The way she writhed underneath him that made him more aroused. The way she moaned and got excited. All of these things and more was what made him fall in love with her. Carly always made him feel a certain way.

Greg and Carly were too involved in each other to hear the doorbell ring. The next thing they knew was a loud banging coming from the door. Carly suddenly came out of her euphoria as Greg stopped to lift his head away from Carly. It finally dawned on him that it was his brother.

“It’s Kyle. I think I better get that,” he said getting up. Carly sat up pulling her shirt back down.

He got up from the couch and walked over to the door. The banging was still coming from the other side. Buddy came out of nowhere to investigate the noise.

“It’s about damn time.” Kyle strolled in to get in from the cold.

“Sorry, we were just…” Greg was clearly uncomfortable as he closed the door and followed his brother into the family room. Kyle saw Carly jump up off the couch. She finished straightening herself and smoothed her hair back.

“Hmmm, it’s a good thing I came when I did,” Kyle said jokingly.

“Shut up!” Greg didn’t care too much for his brother’s teasing, especially at their age.

“Well, who’s this?”

Kyle bent down and looked at Buddy. Buddy cocked his head to the side as he looked at the new stranger. Kyle reached out his hand for him to sniff and then he licked them. Kyle then started to scratch Buddy behind the ears.

“His name is Buddy. He’s my Christmas gift from Greg. Isn’t he wonderful?” Carly beamed with pride.

“He sure is cute,” Kyle said as he looked up at his older brother.

“Yeah,” was all Greg could say.

“You know Carly, it was my idea to get him for you,” Kyle chimed in.

“Really, well thank you Kyle. I love him.”

“Well, Kyle. Thanks to your idea, I found out something interesting. Carly remembered something. She remembered Penny.”

“R…really,” he said after a long pause.

“Yeah. You let my soon to be wife take the blame for your careless driving so you could go to Cancun. Carly paid for that stupid dog’s burial for goodness sakes.”

“I was young and stupid man. She saw how upset I was. You know how much mom loved that stupid dog. Mom and dad were paying for my Spring Break and mom would have killed me! Carly was nice enough to help by taking the blame.”

“You let Carly pay for Penny’s funeral.”

“I was a poor college student.”

“So was Carly. I’m your brother. The two of you never bothered to tell me!”

“I begged her not to. I wasn’t going to let you have that information and have it over my head for you to do to me whatever you wanted. Carly understood that.”

Carly looked back and forth between the bantering brothers. Greg paced the room in frustration. Kyle had a way about making excuses. He would make a challenging witness on the stand. Greg didn’t know what to make of it. He finally decided to let it go. It did happen ages ago.

“Would you guys like to have a beer?” Carly asked. The two of them faced Carly. Was she being hospitable and offering to get them something to drink?

“Yes…please,” answered Kyle.

“Yeah, thank you,” Greg said, wrinkling his forehead. Carly gave them one last glance and headed for the kitchen.

As Kyle and Greg took their seats in the family room, Carly went to the kitchen with Buddy at her heels. The brothers were catching up on what’s new and it got her thinking about her past. Carly always wanted a brother or sister. Her mother wasn’t able to have any more children after Carly. Her parents wanted several children, but weren’t able to. Instead, her mother wanted to have many grandchildren. Carly wanted children, but over time with her mother’s pressuring didn’t look forward to bearing children. There was more to her than being a baby machine.

She came back into the family room and handed her husband and brother in law their beers. Carly sat next to Greg on the couch and sat back to listen. When they weren’t arguing, they seemed to get along great. Their physical similarities were uncanny. Kyle was just a younger version of Greg and their father.

Carly wondered what Greg and Kyle were like when they met Carly. Was Kyle a scrawny, pestering little brother? Did he want to be just like his older brother? Was his trip to Cancun worth it? Did he have a lot of fun there?

After a while, Carly started to get tired. She said her goodnights and headed off to bed. She was surprised that Buddy followed her up and was able to get up the stairs with his short legs. He was so cute.

“You wait for me right here Buddy. I’ll be back,” she said to her dog before she went into the bathroom.

Carly took a hot shower. It felt great after playing around all day with Buddy. She thought about her memory of Penny. She felt awful about keeping something like that from Greg. What else could she have kept from Greg? What other secrets did she have?

When she came out of the bathroom and put on her nightgown, she didn’t see Buddy. She looked around her bedroom and into the hallway. She didn’t see him anywhere.

“Buddy,” she said into the hallway. “Where are you boy?”

Carly heard a distant rustle coming from Greg’s room. She wrapped her robe tightly around her and walked across the hallway. She could hear Greg and Kyle still talking downstairs before she entered the room.

She came into the bedroom and flipped the wall switch to turn the light on. There was Buddy sprawled out on Greg’s bed. Carly laughed as her dog lay comfortably on top of the covers. The bed did look comfortable. A plush down comforter with big plush pillows covered his king size bed.

“Oh no mister. You can’t sleep in that bed,” she commanded.

Carly stood over him beside the bed. Buddy turned his head and looked up at his mistress with his big pitiful brown eyes. She could never say no to him or deny him anything. He was just too cute.

“Well, maybe we can stay for just a little bit, but we have to leave soon.” She climbed in and lay next to Buddy stroking his back. He seemed to like that and lay his head back down enjoying the attention.

As she lay on her back, she looked around the room to see if anything looked familiar. Nothing. The bed was located against the wall across the bedroom door. Soon, after having a hot shower and lying in a heavenly bed, Carly began to get sleepy. She yawned and turned to her side facing Buddy.

“This has got to be the best Christmas I have ever had…I think,” she said to her companion. “I really do hope you like it here Buddy. I’ve come to like it since I’ve been here, especially Greg.”

Carly thought about her time on the couch with Greg. She thought he was amazing and wanted to strangle Kyle for coming to the house when he did. She was actually getting somewhere with that hunk of a man. She couldn’t stop thinking about his hands, lips, and muscles. He seemed to know all of her buttons.

Carly could have sworn she saw Buddy right brow raised when he saw her with a thoughtful smile on her face.

“Do you know what I was thinking about? Oh, I wanted to thank you for the mistletoe. You’re such a smart dog.” Buddy barked and lay his head back down on the bed.

“I can’t believe I’m talking to you like this. I wonder if you even understand me. I can’t wait for Jackie to get back. I miss her and you’ll just love her.”

She yawned and stretched feeling the effects of the long day she had. She curled up into a ball and drifted off to sleep with thoughts of Greg and mistletoe.

After he said goodnight to his brother and saw him out the door, Greg headed up the stairs to go to bed. They talked for a couple of more hours before they realized how late it was. He was glad he as able to spend some time with his brother. Greg has always been grateful for his close relationship with his brother.

When he found out about the true nature of Penny’s death, he was surprised that Carly helped his brother. He was even more surprised that they never told him about it. He didn’t like the fact they kept something like that from him, but it did explain why over the years he has always been nice to her, no matter what his mother or anybody else said about Carly. Now he can see why his brother always had a soft spot for Carly.

Greg remembered what Kyle told him one night at the bar:

“Well, here is your opportunity for a second chance. You did say she is a different Carly. She dresses differently, she lets you eat whatever you want, she doesn’t nag at you about everything under the sun and you know for damn sure that she’s been faithful since the accident…

“Look man, if I were you, I wouldn’t be so reluctant about getting your wife back. She seemed great over Thanksgiving. She had extramarital relations. You had extramarital relations. Case closed. Give it a chance.”

Maybe he should give their relationship another chance, but what about Heather. What is he going to do about her? She hasn’t been too happy about him spending so much time with Carly and he didn’t want to hurt her. As soon as he gets a chance, he wanted to talk to her and explain the situation at home.

When he made it to the top of the stairs, Greg noticed his bedroom door slightly ajar with a dim light coming from inside. He was perplexed. He may have left the door open, but didn’t remember leaving the light on in his room.

Greg walked in quietly and saw an adorable sight in his bed. Carly, curled up in a fetal position with Buddy right next to her. They were both asleep taking the left side of the huge king size bed. He shook his head with a smile on his face and headed for his bathroom.

He finished getting ready for bed and dressed in a comfortable pair of pajama pants. Looking down at the pair, he started to wonder why she decided to come into his bedroom. Their bedroom. Was she ready to move their relationship to the next level? Did she want to continue what they started earlier?

Greg moved to the other side of the bed. He wanted to put Buddy on the floor, so he laid a pillow and a spare blanket on the floor next to the bed. Buddy started to whine as Greg placed his arms under him. Carly stirred when she heard the commotion.

“What’s wrong?” asked Carly, the grogginess evident in her voice.

“Nothing Carly. Go back to sleep.”

He placed Buddy in his makeshift bed on the floor, went to the other side of the bed and got in. He placed a blanket over Carly and himself and lay next to her. The bed was warm and comfortable. She smelled so good, fresh and clean.

“So, what are you doing in here?”

“Well, I just…I mean we just wanted…,” she stammered out.

“It’s okay Carly. I don’t mind.”

“Actually, when I got out of the shower, I couldn’t find Buddy. I looked out in the hallway and heard him in here. I think he preferred your bed so I said we could stay for a little while. I didn’t mean to doze off. I guess I was just tired.”

He actually welcomed the company. He hadn’t slept in the same bed with Carly in a long time. He missed her. He liked having her warm soft body next to his in the bed.

Carly wanted to use this time with Greg to get to know him intimately and perhaps develop a sexual relationship with her husband. She felt she was ready. More than ready. Carly noticed that Greg was beginning to pull down his defenses and his distance wasn’t so noticeable. She didn’t want him to be afraid of her and treat her like a fragile child anymore. She was just glad to be close to him for now. She wanted to sleep with her husband in their marital bed where she belonged.

“Come here,” he said and stretched out his arms to her.

Carly smiled as she came to him and settled into his strong arms. She felt so safe and secure. Once again, sleep over powered her and slept better than she ever had before.

Greg came out of his unconscious state when he felt wetness spread over his chin and cheek. What the hell? He opened his eyes and saw Buddy panting with his tongue hanging out.

“Hello there Buddy,” he said and scratched Buddy behind his ears.

Buddy stepped back and waited patiently for Greg to get up. Greg looked down and saw Carly was still in his arms from the night before. She looked so peaceful and felt so good that he didn’t want to get out of bed. Buddy saw the reluctance his Greg’s eyes and started to bark at him.

Carly’s eyes opened slowly. At first she didn’t know where she was, but then she saw Greg and Buddy staring at her. Buddy barked at her too.

“Okay, I’m awake,” she said groggily.

“I think we better take him out,” he said.

“I agree before he bites our head off,” she said getting out of the bed. Greg followed and helped Buddy get down from the bed.

“How does he get into the bed? His legs are so short and the bed his high off the floor?” she asked. Greg took her to the other side of the bed and she saw the matching little steps that went with the wooden four poster bed.

They turned when they heard Buddy barking at them from the door. They followed him down the stair and took him outside. She was always grateful to the unexpected warm weather in Houston. One minute it was really cold and then the next minute it was warm enough to wear short. It came in handy at times such as these when Buddy wasn’t going to wait for her to change her clothes. When he was finally done, Buddy trotted back into the house with Greg and Carly following him.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Greg said surprising Carly. He disappeared and went into the garage.

Carly couldn’t help but wonder if it was another gift to her for Christmas. He already did so much for her. She was falling hard for this man, but she wasn’t sure if it was lust or love.

“This belongs to you,” she heard Greg say when he finally came back in with a leather bag in his hand.

“What is it?” she asked.

“It’s your laptop.”

“A laptop? You shouldn’t have Greg, it’s too much.”

“No Carly, this is yours. After the accident, they towed your car to an auto shop. They called me to get your belongings out of the car.”

“Can they fix my car? When can I get it back?” she asked.

“Sorry but your car was totaled. We can look for another car for you after the New Year.”

“Oh I don’t mind. I think it will take awhile before I would want to drive again anyway,” she said.

Greg handed her the computer bag and relieved he was able to look through her belongings before he gave her what she had the day of the accident. He took the divorce papers and stowed them away in a draw in his desk. There was nothing else in her car that would indicate to him to be any problem to her.

“Thanks,” she said. “I’ll just take this up to my room.”

Carly went to take the laptop to her bedroom as Greg took Buddy into the kitchen, not knowing the mistake he made in giving Carly the computer.

…to be continued

Part 8 of Addicted to Attention

April 26th, 2008

Lakeside was a hive of activity as alterations were made, signs were written and preparations underway for the ‘Nostalgia’ evening.

Gerald advised and helped too. I hadn’t ever seen such enthusiasm in his demeanour and he started earlier and worked even later than he normally did. Our younger friends came during the week, as they took their summer holidays early, and stayed with Tony and Melissa.

By Thursday when the summer crowd started to arrive at Maple Lake, we were ready for a most successful night of frivolity. We hired all our young friends to help staff the bar and wait tables, convinced that they would be needed.

When the phone rang on Friday morning I answered. It was Kent phoning from the local motel to say that he had arrived late on Thursday and had Rick, one of his friends and their wives with them. Because they were a large group, they had booked the Motel and brought two cars. Kent’s car was full of stock for the girls.

“Don’t need to dress up now guys.” he quipped. “Rick’s wife and the others can’t wait to meet you all. We’ve told them all about your wonderful place and they are all looking forward to a morning swim in the lake. Nobody brought togs either.” He added with a laugh.

They all arrived at ten am. Rick had already seen the bungalow up on the hill and was keen to look inside after a morning swim. His wife Monique, a tall, slender and strikingly beautiful lady in her early forties was equally keen. Their friends Ray and Laurel, a charming couple around the same age as Margaret were overwhelmed by our home.

Following brief introductions we were all in the lake, swimming about and talking like old friends. It was interesting to note, as we had last weekend, that none of our older friends had discernable tan lines on their bodies and the women completely shaved, like Cat and I. Being nude, outdoors, evidently wasn’t new to them.

Des took them all up to the bungalow in the convertible while Margaret stayed with Cat and I, at Rome. She had seen all that she needed and asked me to take her out on the lake instead. She wasn’t a bit concerned about two or three other boats cruising nearby and I could feel her hardened nipples pressing into my back as she hung on tightly. She had no qualms about revealing her excitement at all. Ken and Cat had gone inside to prepare a light lunch for everyone when they returned while Margaret and I went right around the lake, stopping briefly at Tony and Melissa’s little love nest across the lake from Rome. Margaret immediately fell in love with the privacy of area, enthusing about the scenic beauty of the land and the matured trees surrounding the lake frontage.

I loved Margaret’s company. Age difference between us seemed quite irrelevant as we talked about things that I wouldn’t dare to discuss with my own mother. She was interested in my family group, realising that Cat and Ken were more than just friends of ours. She told me that communal living wasn’t new and brought a great many benefits to the participants. It had been widely practised in the sixties but in some cases it had produced unfortunate cults. Kent and herself had never tried it but had often discussed the benefits as well as the disadvantages. They had never found the right people to join up with. I found myself drawn to this open minded lady more and more as we talked. She was so understanding. When we saw the convertible return we made our way back. I could have talked to her all day as we had now become firm friends.

After a bit of good natured haggling Kent and Rick did buy the older bungalow. Their friend Ray had been a builder before going into his own business, pronouncing the structure sound and the new renovations well crafted. It was no surprise to me because Margaret had told me that they would be buying it earlier on. I was glad, mainly because I looked forward to her company, knowing we would see more of them now. They had been into town and seen the new signs on Lakeside, as we now called it. Tony had put the shop on hold but the foundation was there and he had assured us that it would be completed soon. The rest of Friday was spent organising the bungalow for occupation. We put a lot of the old furniture from Rome into the bungalow. The power and phone had been connected, for Tony to order materials. Kent was happy to stay at the motel but was out voted by his friends. Margaret looked forward to moving in immediately, saying that motel living was not really to her liking as she preferred the privacy of their own home.

Saturday night was a huge success, lasting well through the night. We introduced Kent and his friends to all the townsfolk that we knew, as the newest property owners in Maple Lake. Margaret, as I had expected got on really well with Harold’s wife, Heather. Darlene was overjoyed as her mother didn’t have a lot of friends her own age that had so much in common.

The convivial patrons almost drank the bar dry, costuming was superb and the band performed beyond the six hours I had arranged. Best of all, Kent told me he was going to arrange all the buyers he could to use the facilities mid-week. He expected better results in a more exotic surrounding. Now that they had their own base here, with Rick on site to arrange lighting and presentation, he liked the idea a lot. He was impressed with Melissa and Darlene’s plans and the proximity of Maple Lake to other cities. There was also an airfield close by. The younger patrons appeared to enjoy the evening, staying much later than I had expected. Gerald congratulated us all on our efforts, reserving special comment for Cathy. We worked over the summer break, virtually equalling the previous year’s annual profit. Maple Lake’s accommodation venues were happy to provide mid week off season rates that assured the convention idea’s viability, whilst adding to the profits of Lakeside Entertainment.

Cat and I had missed the thrill factor for those busy weeks, that we had experienced most recently at the nude revue bar in Rose Valley, but work had to take priority. The midweek events that we planned over the winter now included strip shows, but we needed to access some professional strippers to put on the sort of show that we would need to provide the largely male audience that we were expecting. Conferences would produce a lot of free spending businessmen and we wanted to encourage that type of clientele. The first opportunity came after the main holiday crowds had thinned out and Gerald could handle the business during the week.

We rang Bill Edmonds that week and arranged to have an evening’s fun. He was pleased to hear from us and offered us a spot immediately. That night we all drove to the city. Des and Ken were as delighted as Cat and I. They always enjoyed watching us and the other girls as we exhibited ourselves in the nude. Cat and I carried a bag with costume changes, including some of the more exciting BDSM gear. We arrived early, as Bill had requested, meeting all the regular girls before show-time. Bill asked if we would be prepared to give private shows in the next room. We didn’t really need the money so much now but I agreed.

I was first on, looking out at the audience nervously as I waited. Cat was talking to the other girls, cautiously sounding some of the better looking ladies out for future shows at Maple Lake. I stepped on stage as the music started, sensing the relief of a heroin addict receiving a fix. I looked forward to giving shows but the last four weeks had not provided the opportunity to flaunt my body in the same way as I would tonight. It was different to the previous evening that I had performed here. I found that the audience was more subdued at first as I went into my routine. I had removed my costume before I heard the first indications of approval and as I danced moving closer to certain tables the first hands started waving money at me. Now I weaved seductively through the crowd to increasing demand as I became more accommodating to their requests, opening myself up a lot more intimately to their lustful eyes. My clit ring seemed to fascinate some of the older men in particular and I soon had my first request for a private photo session in the adjoining room. I made my way back to the stage with a handful of tips. Two men had agreed to pay me for some explicit photos in the private room. There was an entrance to this room from the dressing room and I opened the door. An elevated pedestal in the centre of the room, where I was expected to provide the men with private entertainment and photo opportunities, awaited me. The other strippers had told me what to expect.

I extracted the agreed amount from the first man and put my foot on his shoulder while he took a photo, then posed in the ways he asked while he took others. Although I felt uncomfortable about providing such explicit shots at first there was a growing wetness between my legs and the faint aroma of my sex that pleased him so much that he gave me extra money. The second man just wanted to talk to me while I spread my legs and showed him my pierced clitoris, telling him how it felt when the procedure was being done. I could feel his hot breath when he was talking but I felt totally in control as I opened my lips up for him but I couldn’t help feeling sad that he felt that he had to pay extra to see a woman’s genitalia up close in this degrading way. The girls had told me that a lot of these older men were just lonely and didn’t mind paying extra money for a few brief minutes with them. I preferred the stage work, realising later how the girls could easily become addicted to hard drugs in dealing with some of the weird and sad requests that they received on a nightly basis.

I conveyed the information to Cat before she went on and she and I were both more selective after that. Overall the night was a success. The audience changing, as the night progressed, to a more playful and receptive group of spectators. Maybe I was just being too critical.

By the end of the evening we had made friends with several likely girls and had their contact details. Those ladies earned their money the hard way at Rose Valley, dealing with some the sad individuals in the process, with monotonous regularity. I hoped that doing shows for us at Lakeside would appeal to them. Confidence was restored after my first demeaning private show, and I looked forward to making our own format at Lakeside far more entertaining.

On this particular night, Des and Ken had used their time well. They discussed business with the manager, Bill Edmonds, making him aware that we could provide the BDSM gear that Cat and I wore in one of our acts, as well as a larger range of costumes. He provided them with a list of clubs in the area that we could approach, as well as placing a generous order with Ken for the Revue Bar’s costuming stock. There was a growing market now for Kent’s more radical gear. Cat and I loved to wear the variety of apparel that we had modelled only once before outside of Kent’s city boutique.

I remembered that Ken appeared to revel in playing the Master and the delicious pre-orgasmic sensations of waiting outside a room full of noisy strangers, blindfolded and sexually exposed. Maple Lake would never be ready for the kind of show that brought those feelings to life in me but in a private function among devotees of that strange subculture I had to admit I often thought back to that evening with a strange longing. Cat’s words returned to me as I kissed her and I whispered.

“Would you really like to be my slave if we did a private show again?”

Her eyes shone with excitement as she replied sincerely.

“You should know that I would do anything or go anywhere for you, Barb.”

I was now my normal cheeky self as we drove home discussing our many future plans between ourselves. Our group finances were in a very healthy state due to the fact that Darlene and Melissa had done very well selling lingerie, on our behalf. Kent had ensured that my margin remained intact in all his direct dealings with the girls. Sue, Jill and Caroline were selling in their home town areas too, as well as all their friends that saw the opportunity of making money in their spare time.

Our enterprise was growing at a phenomenal rate. Des and Ken were ensuring through their own special expertise, that tax liabilities were minimal as our profits grew. They had secured, in what little time they could now call spare, property options on some extremely desirable vacant land around Maple Lake for future development. They had plans to keep our talented young builders, Tony and David, busy full time for the next year. The extensions to the conference venue would require additional labour that would involve their other two friends, Cameron and Greg. Every Sunday we had made it a point to meet over a shared lunch, to share ideas and socialise with them all.

Des had cautiously approached Kent and Margaret about the possibility of their involvement in Kent’s enterprise as growth permitted. I did hint at ways that their talents could be beneficially utilised. Kent had been receptive to the possibility, Margaret enthusiastic to grow the business even further, as our mutual respect deepened. She had never had children and I believed that she would want Kent to devote more time to their leisure interests. She was keen to expand into swimwear, a fiercely competitive market, with our involvement and Darlene’s natural creativity in design. Over the next winter she planned to work with us on the project before the following summer.

She shared my vision of a multi-generation group working toward mutual prosperity and personal enrichment of the individual.

The last few weeks in our spare moments alone we had discussed topics ranging between world politics to more basic sexual needs. Cat and I were young enough to be her children yet we regarded her as an older sister when we were talking together.

By the time we arrived home we had decided as a group that we would investigate the subculture market more fully. The men would have to go along with Cat and I and play slightly different roles.

Ken surprised me with his enthusiasm and Des remembered his promise to allow me to fully explore my own fantasies and co-operate with me by agreeing. The coming winter was going to be a blast, as our young friends would say, and I looked forward to my next outing to a club.

By now we had a larger range of sex toys and a love seat hung from a rafter over the play room where we all normally slept. This had been a relatively new addition to our sex play. It was comfortable to sit in, the soft leather straps supporting the body weight whilst fully exposing, at every angle, the occupant’s genitalia to penetration from below or behind.

We had added a library of very erotic literature, including the Karma Sutra and many other eastern culture love technique manuals. We had practiced a wide range of techniques over the last months with the purpose of keeping our minds fulfilled and refreshed. Margaret loaned me some of her books dealing with mild BDSM which she told me that she had bought to inspire some of the gear that Cat and I loved to model at their boutique. I got the strangest feeling that she and Kent probably enjoyed variety in their bedroom as much as we did, but she didn’t elaborate.

Cat and I had both tried the chair, blindfolded for added sexual anticipation, as we tried to guess who or what might penetrate which orifice next. There was always something new among four eager lovers to stimulate and refresh our desires. Rarely nowadays, did we ever have one on one sexual encounters. Almost always, we combined. Des had improved his recovery rate through anal stimulation and other eastern techniques. The only reason, at this stage, that we hadn’t involved any other partners was fear of disease from another suitably adventurous partner. We had all discussed the possibilities but rejected the suggested parties for one reason or another. Jill’s sister Caroline, had been the closest contender so far considered. She had flirted with us, and I felt sure that she would have been a willing participant, but the friendship with her peers was far too important to risk in pursuit of mere sexual variation. The young group respected us, probably realising that we practised group sex by our obvious familiarity with each other, but we felt that they were committed to one and other in normal relationships.

Tonight we tied Ken into the chair, his first time, and after blindfolding and securing him in a completely vulnerable position we teased him by leaving him alone for ten minutes while Des, Cathy and I went outside to plan. Cathy wanted to spank him, remembering his humiliation of her and I at the weird club in the city. She had a memory like an elephant.

She really wanted an audience, to make her revenge complete. I suggested that we may yet get another, better, opportunity if we were patient. However, we made him beg for release as we all took turns at stimulating him both anally and orally, bringing him to the brink of orgasm, then leaving him to satisfy each other. We were teasing him mercilessly with a feather duster to keep him on the edge.

Finally we let him down and untied him, allowing him to choose, still blindfolded, who would provide his release. We all lined up, bottoms raised and lubricated to allow him his reward. He was insatiable as he plunged his throbbing penis into my bottom, thrusting deeper and stretching my sphincter muscles to the maximum, releasing his juices deep within me. We never tired of the variety that we could introduce to our sex lives together, never failing to find new ways to excite and stimulate each other, in our unending mission for gratification.

I wondered why I had depressed myself at the Revue Bar earlier on, as I normally enjoyed bringing pleasure to others in the strangest of ways. I must have been too preoccupied in thought, or perhaps missed the presence of Des in the room with me. I enjoyed the proud look on his face as I tantalised total strangers of both sexes now. It was always exciting and I felt totally in control of how far I would go to satisfy their most basic voyeuristic needs. It gave me a feeling of power as I fought to control my own pre-imminent orgasm as I surrendered my intimate parts to their transfixed gaze.

Cat and I had pondered idly in our reflective moments, what strange part of the human psyche compelled men and women to allow invasion of their genitals in this way. Some male flashers had nothing much to show but appeared to derive the same pleasure in exhibitionism, even to unwilling spectators. Females by and large were luckier, in that they rarely encountered unwilling spectators, more often encouraged to be progressively more daring. Cat and I appreciated nudity in both sexes as we admired the various shapes and sizes of even older bodies that bore the ravages of time. I had admired the way Margaret had looked after her body. She had kept her figure in top shape, rarely wearing clothing at home with Kent, and still enjoying the admiration of others out on the lake. The BDSM gear that she designed was cut to emphasise and display the genitalia of the wearer and judging by the sales records it was well received by the buyers.

Society today was more accepting of nudity. I encountered three other craft on the lake with naked occupants of both sexes the last time I had been out there. Next summer I had plans to promote nude events like water-skiing, walking, parachuting or even running, as outdoor entertainment. There seemed to be scope for a tremendous variety of such plans, here at Maple Lake among a holiday oriented population.

The following day was spent ringing contact numbers that Ken had written down, ascertaining whether there was any interest in allowing us to present a fashion show. It was important to get a wide enough audience of club devotees to be worth promoting a special private showing or finding out if a suitable venue was available. People were cautious at first but, after explaining the idea more fully, enthusiastically helpful in providing additional contacts for us to explore. By the end of the day we had three more positive responses and another two that would require further investigation. I stayed at home with Cathy while the men went out to visit some of the clubs, armed with photos of our earlier exhibition that Des had taken. They weren’t as professional as the latest ones, but more appropriate to the purpose.

Rick had improved Des’s ability over the last three weeks, showing him lighting and film speed techniques that produced a better photo. He was also going to take charge of my nude aerobics idea and produce a better quality, more marketable product when time permitted. We all agreed to wait meanwhile, as there were more important issues to devote our time to at Lakeside these days.

They were buoyant and secretive on their return but very enthusiastic and it wasn’t long before we extracted some information from them. They had rung Kent in the city on the way home and been asked if he and Margaret could attend. We had agreed weeks ago, that if Kent or Margaret made the first approach to an evening like this, we would agree to participate in a combined sexual encounter. Des felt that this could be on the cards, judging by Kent’s manner. I had gathered that they were interested in BDSM but I was reticent to expand my conversations with Margaret too overtly. We respected them too much to initiate any invitations of that nature. We often suspected that Rick and Monique were similarly inclined. Monique often called Kent ‘Sir’ when she thought they were alone or out of earshot. She wasn’t very outgoing with the rest of us and we often suspected that she was a submissive or something like that. She looked at Ken in a longing sort of way and this further reinforced the theory that the relationship between them was at least, unconventional.

Our excitement built as the day approached when Kent and Margaret had agreed to meet us, just prior to setting off to Taylor’s Ridge some forty minutes drive from Maple Lake. Cat and I hadn’t been there but Des described the town as a larger population centre than Rose Valley with an industrial economy. The club was similar to the one that we had attended in our home city.

Both Cat and I were determined to make Kent and his family proud of us and sell lots of gear in the process. We wondered whether they would dress up too. I couldn’t imagine what Kent would look like in a costume of some sort. In the past I had only seen him in casual gear or a business suit unless he was totally naked. Whatever he wore he always looked so relaxed and in control of the situation. I was sure that he would wear something appropriate to the occasion.

The final arrangements were completed only yesterday and we had been assured of a large crowd, temporary membership use of all the club’s facilities and a great night out. I had spoken to the club secretary myself and his voice sounded intelligent and well cultured. I had a strange sense that he was a ‘Master’ himself. He had asked me if I enjoyed submission and I had stumbled for the correct words to answer him. I had been a little unsure about what he meant but even over the phone, he sounded like someone that I would like to please. It was hard to explain but the man had almost given me a orgasm, just in talking to him.

“I -I’m not sure what you mean Sir” I said. ” I love giving pleasure to others as long as I’m not put at risk.-If you know what I mean.” I managed. He was silent for a minute and I wondered if I had said the right thing. “I don’t want to be made to do things that wouldn’t really want to do.” I qualified,hestantly.

“It’s a well run club that we have here. Safe words are used and any person proceeding against another’s free will are heavily fined and barred from the club for life.” He said curtly. “Apart from that, I’m sure you will enjoy meeting us.” He concluded.

Cat and I agreed to perform on the basis that our husbands would reverse roles, in some of the costumes of our choosing the next time. We would take the convertible to allow more room for Kent and Margaret. I must admit, I had never been so excited and the time seemed to drag as we awaited for Margaret’s arrival. In addition, I knew Cat was anxiously anticipating the possibility that we might all share a sexual experiences with the older couple. Kent had always been reserved and had never touched us intimately but neither one of us would have objected at this point, if he had. We were fascinated by his flaccid penis, which was larger than Ken’s in both length and width. I’m not being crude, I hope, but we both wondered if it grew even larger still when erect, fantasizing for the last three weeks about what it might feel like to have sex with him. The men were also in awe of his equipment, feeling that it was wasted on a man of his age whenever we talked about it.

I was pleasantly surprised when the phone rang, just as we were about to start preparing dinner.

“Will you good people do me the honour of attending our home for dinner, before we go out tonight?” Kent’s rich, cultured voice was unmistakable. “Shall we say five pm my dear?”

They normally came down to Rome as soon as they arrived, and had a meal with us. Kent sounded different, more like the secretary of the club that we were about to visit. He was friendly enough and polite as usual but his voice imparted a sense of contained power that I had been unaware of previously.

“That would be lovely, Kent.” I stumbled, still shocked by the new tone in his voice. “I thought that you might be coming to have dinner with us?”

“Don’t be late!” He replied curtly, dismissing any further polite conversation. “Just wear your costumes to dinner. We’ll be leaving from here.”

“Alright-” He had hung up already. I felt stupid talking to a dead telephone but I had a tingling feeling between my legs and I was quite weak at the knees. I put it down to my surprise invitation to have dinner, in costume, at Kent’s home. His costumes always made me feel more exposed than if I were totally naked. I immediately worried about what Margaret might think of me.

We all agreed to meet Kent for dinner, in costume, before proceeding straight away to Taylor’s Ridge. The convertible was already packed with the apparel and equipment of our choice, so we arrived at Kent’s place as we intended to appear at the show. Des was admiring Kent’s gleaming new Lincoln Limousine as we drove in. Cat and I modestly wore our coats and more sensible shoes when we knocked on the door. Our men were dressed in casual gear. I was astounded to see Monique answer the door stark naked, wearing only nipple rings. I noticed a padlock hanging between her legs like some kind of medieval chastity device.

She showed us into the hallway without saying a word or indicating what was going on, keeping her eyes lowered. She stood beside an empty coat stand and kept her voice low.

“Please leave your coats here.” She whispered.

Cat looked at me with gleaming eyes as she took off her coat to reveal her sexually exposed body. Her nipples were hard and prominent and she seemed anxious to comply. I had mixed feelings as I hung my coat up next to hers and we all entered the main room. There was an eerie silence for a minute as we took in the scene before us.

To Be Continued.

COLLEGE TAG TEAM (CHAPTER 1 & CHAPTER 2)

April 26th, 2008

College Tag Team

This story is a true story! It’s about Tag Teaming girls! It’s all about Team Work!

CHAPTER 1! (FRAT BROS!)

Me, Joey, Brad, Matt, and Tom - we were all buddies since high school. Now, Sept. 2007, we were all starting our first semester at college. Our first day of school - we all joined the “Frat Boys Club” and became Fraternity Brothers.

Our first weekend as “Frat Brothers”, “Bros!” we went to our first Frat Party! And dammmn there was mad pussy there! Damn! There were girl’s asses jiggling and TITS bouncing everywhere!

As soon as we walked into the Frat House we saw beer kegs and beer-games being played everywhere. Music was blasting and everyone was partying hard. The party was wild for about 3 hours, until it got kind of boring and everyone was trashed.

There were about 100 college students there and we were all bored until ->

This kid Eric told everyone to sit around and to try to think of something fun to do for the rest of the party! One dude said, “Lets all fuck!” Everyone laughed and didn’t take him seriously. But then he said that he was serious and that “This is a college party everyone! ,We all should keep drinking and fuck!” All the girls looked upset by this idea, but all the guys grinned at each other and said, “HELL YEAH!, Lets all fuck is right!, Party on!”

Eric, the dude who had the idea to have a College Fuck Fest, took off his shirt, chugged a beer and said, “Ladies come get some!” All the guys laughed and thought that he was “The Man”.

I looked at my buddies and said, “I’m up for it, are you guys up for it?” They replied back to me and said, “Hell Yeah Bro! - Lets do this!”

All the guys at the party of course got ass naked and were ready to fuck some college pussy, but none of the girls seemed to be up for it. Every guy at the party, including, me and my buddies all went up to each girl and asked them if they wanted to fuck! All the girls hesitated at first until they all had a few more drinks, and then the PARTY GOT STARTED!

My buddy Joe called me over and said, “Hey bro - lets do this Tag Team style, me, you and our buddies team that hot girl over there, her name is Tiffany” - Joe said

“Fuck Yeah Bro”, “Lets Team the bitch” - I said

Me, Joey, Brad, Matt, and Tom all went up to this slut Tiffany - grabbed a few beers and carried her and put her on the pool-table infront of everyone at the party.

Joe yelled!, “TAG TEAM!, TAG TEAM!, WOOT WOOT!” and nowww the party really got started!

We got Tiffany ass naked. Me and Matt sucked on her huge titties, Matt took the left tit and I took the right tit!

mmmMmMMM. these titties taste mad good dude, huh?

“Oh yah Bro. ohhhhhh yeah!” - Matt said as he threw his hand up in the air and High-Fived me!

“High-Fucking-Five Bro!” I said to Matt

Lets get this Tag Team Crew Started on this WHORE! - Brad Said

“I’ll take her pussy first and then Joe you can get it! - Brad said

“Joe just TAG! me in when you wanna Switch! it up Bro! - Brad told Joe

Everyone at the party was naked and they all formed a huge circle around the pool-table where me and my buddies were TEAMING Tiffany!

All the guys around us were cheering me and buddies on - telling all of us to FUCK HER!

Oh, me and my buddies did just that! We fucked the shit out of that slut! We showed Tiffany some Frat Boy Team Work!

Me and my buddies all High-Fived each other and kept switching positions and Tagging each other when we wanted to Switch on the slut!

“Tag Bro!, You’re It!” Tom said to Matt and then Matt said to Me and then I said to Brad

“SWITCH!” Who’s NEXT?

Everyone at the party was cheering louder and louder, calling Tiffany a WHORE!

And Tiffany was a whore! A fucking WHORE! A SLAM-PIG! WHO LOVED GETTING TAG TEAMED BY COLLEGE FRAT BOY COCK!

Tiffany moaned and told me and my buddies to FUCK HER HARDER AND TO KEEP SWITCHING!

I took Tiff’s ass and fucked her doggy style! and my buddy Matt FUCKED HER FACE!

Me and Matt EIFFEL-TOWERED THE BITCH! AND HIGH-FIVED EACH OTHER OVER HER HEAD!

“Hell Yeah BRO! - TEAMWORK BABY!, TEAMWORK!” - Matt said to me

All our buddies laughed and so did the other frat boys at the party!

“Its all about the High-5!, huh guys?

hahahahaha

HAHAHAHAHA

All the frat bros laughed even more! as all the girls at the party looked pissed off because me and my buddies were humiliating the slut Tiffany!

Brad was acting like a drunk dumbass and he jumped on the pool-table and FLEXED HIS BICEPS NEXT TO TIFF’S FACE AND SAID “WHO OWNS YOU NOW BITCH?”

HAHAHA WE ALL LAUGHED AGAIN AND GAVE HIGH-FIVES, KNUCKLE-POUNDS AND ELBO-BAMS ALL AROUND.

All the guys at the party knew what that stuff meant, it was a brotherly bond, teamwork!

It was getting really hot in the frat house and Tiffany’s tits were soaked in sweat!

I winked at my buddies and said “Hell yA!” “sweaty titties guys!”

Who’s NEXT?

CHAPTER 2! (TAG! YOUR IT!)

“I’m NEXT!” - I SAID!

“TAG! DUDE!, YOUR IT!” - JOEY SAID TO ME

The music was really pounding and it went with our motion in the tag-team - this party was turning out to be fuckin’ awesome!

My buddy Matt stood up on the pool-table and YELLED OUT TO ALL THE DUDES AT THE PARTY!

“ANY GUYS WANNA TAG IN? AND FUCK THIS PUSSSSSSY WITH ME AND MY BOYS?”

“HELLLLLLLLL YAAAAAAA DUDE” - ALL THE GUYS YELLED BACK TO HIM!

“HEY BRO! COME HERE MAN - TAG IN!” - I SAID TO A RANDOM DUDE AT THE PARTY!

HIGH-FIVE! SLAP! - HE TAGGED IN!

AS THE DUDE WAS FUCKING TIFFANY’S WET, SQUIRTING, PUSSY! I went back up on the pool-table to suck on those sweaty titties!

mmMmMMM. fuck yesss.”these titties are fucking amazing guys!, MmMmMmm, they taste like beer! hahaha

HAHAHAHAHHAHA, hahahah

all the guys lasuged about her tits tasting like beer

“GUYS! COME GET YOUR BEER-TITS!, BEER-TITS ANYONE? WHO WANTS SOME BEER-TITS?” I SAID AS I LAUGHED MY ASS OFF

SOME OTHER DUDE TOOK HER RIGHT TITTY AS I TOOK THE LEFT TITTY, “SUCKY, SUCKY, SUCKY”

MMMMMMMMM BRO - THESE TITTIES ARE GOOD, YOUR RIGHT!

HAHAHHAH

MATT STOPPED FUCKING TIFF’S PUSSY AND THEN LAYED DOWN NEXT TO HER CLIT AND FINGERED THE HELL OUT OF HER PUSSY!

I FINGERED HER FASTER AND FASTER AND FASTER - AS ALLLL THE GUYS CHEERED HIM ON!

“GO MATT!, GO MATT!, GO MATT! GO MATT! FUCK THAT SLUT!

HE KEPT FINGERING HER FASTER AND DEEPER AND HE WAS LAUGHING THE WHOLE TIME!

TIFFY’S PUSSY STARTED TO SQUIRT - FUCKING PUSSY-JUICE FLEW EVERYWHERE - ALL OVER MATTS FACE AND AT SOME OF THE PEOPLE STANDING AROUND THE POOL-TABLE.

HAHAHAHA, HOLY SHIT DUDE! I MADE HER SQUIRT!

HIGH-FIVE!

ALL OF US KEPT CHUGGING BEERS AND CHEERING AND FUCKING THE SLUT! AND TAKING TURNS AND SWITCHING!

WE POURED BEER ALL OVER TIFFANY’S BODY, ALL OVER HER PUSSY, ASS AND TITTIES AND WE ALL KEPT ON FUCKING HER AND USING HER LIKE THE COLLEGE SLUT THAT SHE WAS!

HOLY SHIT, HAHA! MY BUDDY BRAD WAS FUCKING SHITFACED, MAD DRUNK! HE WAS ACTING LIKE SUCH AN ASSHOLE AND A JERK TO TIFFANY!

BRAD CHUGGED A BEER AND THEN JUMPED ON THE POOL-TABLE, ASS-NAKED, AND SQUATTED HIS WHITE ASS OVER TIFFANY’S FACE AND TOLD HER TO FUCKING EAT IT!

“EAT MY ASS, YOU ASS EATING-BEER-BITCH!”

HAHAHAHAH

HAHAHHA

EVERYONE LAUGHED AND WENT CRAZY AND CHEERED AT BRAD!

BEING A BUDDY I WENT OVER TO HIM AND HELPED BRAD OUT!

HE WAS ASS-NAKED, BENT OVER TIFFANY’S FACE AND I POURED BEER ALL OVER HIS ASS AND THEN I SHOVED TIFFANY’S FACE IN THERE! AND HELD HER FACE IN THERE UNTIL SHE DRANK ALL THE BEER OFF HIS ASS CHEEKS!

THE CROWD WENT WILD AND ALL MY BOYS WERE HIGH-FIVING AND CRACKING JOKES ABOUT TIFFANY AND WHAT WAS GOING ON.

“HOW’D BRAD’S ASSSSSS TASTE YOU WHORE?” - SOME GUY YELLED OUT

SHE IS A WHORE DUDE! A STUPID-COLLEGE-ASS-EATING-BEER-BITCH SLUT!”

HAHAHAH
HAHAHA

OK HOMIES, WHO’S NEXT?

TAG IN?

The Forgotten Lay of Celibacy

April 26th, 2008

Pearl Halley sat with her son on their comfortable sofa in the living room. Den had already guessed he would need to pay good attention. Looking around at the sofa and the coffee table, he noticed they were especially tidy. Architecture magazines were stacked neatly. Cushions sat straight in a row. The TV was dusted and the glass looked crystal clear. Even the air smelled scrubbed. Closed curtains hung wrinkle free and the stereo system gleamed like fine dinnerware. The aftermath of his birthday party had been completely swept away.

“Den, now that you’re eighteen, I feel it’s right to tell you about celibacy.”

“Oh mom, I know all about that.”

“I’m sure the public school has covered the subject as required by law, but I’m much more worried about what your friends might say. There is a lot of dangerous misinformation being passed around as truth. Besides it’s important for parents to discuss these things with their children. At this stage in your life, your life might depend upon knowing the honest facts.”

“You mean, like, celibacy isn’t only for religious nuts who can’t accept the idea that humans are evolved from animals?”

His mother smiled. “Why yes! I’m so glad we didn’t have to beat around the bush.” She continued. “You see, that was an example of a half-truth. Yes, celibacy can be abused by men and women seeking spiritual transcendence, but it’s far more complicated that than.”

“Yeah? Tommy Anderson told me he was celibate, but later I caught him masturbating in front of his sister. He said that didn’t count. She liked to tease his cock with her mouth and then fuck her pussy with an eight inch, black dildo just to spite his celibacy.”

“It’s easy to get confused. Do you have any questions before I go over the basics?”

“Umm, yeah I guess. When did celibacy begin?”

“It was long ago, when mankind realized it couldn’t be fucking every minute of the day. Food was plentiful, and human beings were pretty much safe from most predators. One day, a brave woman was sucking on her son’s prick when she pulled away before he could fill her mouth with warm cum. Maybe her ass hurt from the domesticated animal that was pumping its trained cock up her shitter, but some say she was struck by a thought that had never occurred to anybody before.

“‘Son,’ She said, ‘I think I’ll go for a walk by myself.’

“Of course, lions ate her, but the son remembered that day, when for the first time, as he was just about to cum, his mother took her mouth off of his bursting cock. Some say he simply jacked himself off or got the animal to lick it until his milky juice squirted out, but I believe the professors of sexual anthropology and their theory that he simply let his cock slowly soften and shrink. He stood up and looked around at the simple sprawl of bodies writhing in different positions from various sex acts. Perhaps he wondered where he might fit himself in, but he must have been somewhat concerned for his mother. It’s only natural. He certainly must have been looking forward to sticking his young prick into her savage pussy and fuck her until she screamed in ecstasy. But she had gone.

“Maybe he scratched his head or his disappointed balls, but it’s pretty clear that the sun set, and his mother did not return. No doubt, orphan that he was, the remaining tribe members included them in their continuous escapades of sucking, fucking, cumming, and testing out new animals.

“However the idea had been born, and as insane as it must have sounded then, there’s one thing, aside from natural lust, we also know about people. They like to pretend.

“He spawned a new generation, daughters and sons all ready to plunge headlong in to daily sex life. But as a precaution, he told them about the day his mother walked away from sex only to be eaten by lions. Certainly none of them would ever be so foolish.

“But the human being is a curious creature, and wont to test every conceivable idea for potential excitement. Imagine the young daughter sucking on one of her brothers’ happy dicks while taking her father in her cunt and the other brother in her ass. (Oh, I see you are imagining it.) Suddenly she decided to stop all her sucking and pushing back against the hot meat filling her belly and guts. Doubtless, many seconds passed as the men continued to push in and out of her three holes, perhaps minutes passed. Eventually they realized the wonton receptacle of their impending, orgasmic jets had changed her character. This was new and puzzling. What was the matter? Was she feeling all right? Had someone failed to please her? Everything had been progressing so wonderfully a few moments before.

“Then they heard her giggle! She had invented teasing, and aren’t you glad for that you naughty product of my womb?”

Pearl’s son was nearly drooling. He began to wonder how long this story was. Always at school, his teacher would walk along the rows and give hand jobs and pork to her students as she recited the lessons. Den never had to listen so patiently before. His emotions climbed to a whole new level of arousal waiting for his mother to finish her story.

Pearl smiled but her eyes sparkled with wicked delight. After all, there’s no better way to teach than to demonstrate.

“News of that event swirled around the tribe like water. After only a couple generations, everyone, especially the girls, tried to catch their various lovers off their guard just long enough to confuse and arouse them to greater passions. It was the greatest step for mankind that had happened since man had appeared on the planet. Tribe after tribe, from continent to continent the new experience spurred humanity to delights never before discovered.”

“Gee, and I thought teasing was just mean.” Den fidgeted on the couch.

“Not at that time, but after ages of joy and peace, there came a terrible day. The enlightenment of celibacy was struck dark by an evil man who thought only of his own pleasure at the expense of others. Nobody knows his name, but forever will he be cursed.

Pearl fixed her gaze upon her son and deliberately paused till his attention was absolute.

“There once occurred a great celebration for a tribal chieftain. His daughter had reached the time of her first breeding, and therefore a contest was held to see who would raise the child her father had naturally bred upon her.

The contest was such that every man of the village would stand before the daughter who was spread eagle and tied to a totem pole by leather thongs. The man who waited longest before stuffing his prick into her wide open cunt would be the winner.

“Now it is known that men and women at that time could wait only a couple minutes before their years of sexual conditioning overtook their will. And the chief’s daughter was the most beautiful woman in the village! So it was doubly hard to resist humping right into her dripping pussy. The chief himself was prepared to rescue his daughter from any man who might hold out longer than than she could, but only for two men did he have to comfort her overheated cunt. Dozens of other villagers simply banged her at first sight, while others failed to resist longer than one cup of water through the clock.

“The two men who managed to resist the longest used two, very different means of preserving their sanity in view of the most exciting woman of their time. The first resorted to jacking off, like several others had, but instead of finally burying his jet of cum right into her pussy as nature obviously intended, he spewed her face with a full load of boiling jism!

“Needless to say, it caused quite a stir. Of course, every man knew the experience of injecting hot spunk into a woman or animal’s mouth or ass before. Their society still wondered if filling those holes might impregnate or produce some mythological creature like a centaur, but this thing of ejaculating quarts of fresh cum onto the woman’s face had never occurred before. It was considered so exciting of an invention, the chief fully expected to give his daughter to this ingenious young man.

“But not all the contestants had been given their chance. One last man remained to attempt to resist the beautiful daughter’s charms. The villagers suddenly laughed. This man who approached the bound figure of perfection, he was known as the village idiot who often interrupted mating pairs at the moment of their mutual orgasm and steal their cum into his own mouth or ass right from the intended partner. They were sure he would not be able to withstand the girl’s helplessness any longer than a viper could withstand the opportunity to poison a fawn.

“Unfortunately, this man was no idiot. However, the evil of thievery had claimed his soul. He stood in front of the chief’s daughter and showed her his cock, but to the horror of the village, the man had none! The day before he had cut off his manhood and seared it with a burning torch.

“With an dreadful laugh, he threw the carcass of his ugly cock at his leader’s feet and claimed that forever would he not fuck the chief’s daughter, and if his leader was an honorable man he would do as he promised and give his daughter to him.

“The village was outraged and probably would have supported whatever punishment the chief saw fit, but it was the daughter who decided the matter.

“‘Father, I love you more than my own life, and I cannot allow this beast to impugn your dignity. I shall become his woman, but I promise that the child you seeded unto me will be a daughter, and since you only promised that I was the prize of this contest, our daughter will belong to the true winner of this day.’ and she bowed her cum dripping head at the handsome young man who had uniquely blessed her with his seed.”

“NO! Mother that’s horrible. Tell me it didn’t happen that way!” Den jumped up with a anguished look on his face. “Tell me the good man was able to steal the woman back.”

“Ah, but then the good man would have resorted to the ways of his enemy.” Pearl told her son sincerely. “There is a reason that I waited for your 18th birthday to tell you this story. You are old enough to learn the whole truth about celibacy.”

Den thought about it and he knew his mother was right. With a saddened face he sank back into the soft couch cushions.

“The reason we do not know the evil man’s name is because the chief had his name stricken from their language. Anyone with that name was immediately renamed, usually to the name of the good man, and never was the evil one used again.

“But the act of self-emasculation was not the greatest evil that befell the village. This man had to somehow live with his defiling act, and once more he twisted a healthy aspect of mankind to serve wickedness.

“Unable to satisfy the daughter’s need for regular fucks, although he tried sucking her clit and stuffed all manner of nature’s bounty into her pregnant pussy, he was rarely capable of the effort it took to bring her to orgasm. The woman was no fool, and she would often bring her cunt to his mouth full of other men’s cum. This infuriated her man, but he was helpless to stop her. It was tradition in those days that men who could not satisfy his woman must suffer the disgrace of the ‘withheld cock’. To settle his own needs, he resorted to sucking the cocks of better men and begged them to stick them up his ass. But his only means to keep the chief’s daughter was to suck her to orgasm even when her cunt was brimming with the soured jism of dozens of real lovers.

“Soon the beautiful daughter gave birth to her own daughter, and the precious baby was promptly delivered to the good man’s care. It is said that even in her first year, the man who dearly loved the chief’s daughter would expend his seed all over his child in faithful memory of her beautiful mother. Others in the village shared his act of loyalty, either upon his child or their own young.

“The evil man was tormented in daytime by the unwashed faces of little girls everywhere around him, and he was tortured at night by his woman who fed him other men’s virile cock juice from her overflowing pussy.

“Very quickly, he became totally insane and began to talk to people who could not be seen. He would tell them, ‘I am going to become the new chief. ‘ And he would make up stories about his invisible friends. He claimed that the villagers were being watched and judged by forces that would someday purify the village of it’s sexual excesses.

“Of course the villagers ignored him. He was already known to be an idiot. But year after year, the evil man would claim that his invisible friends were the cause of everything bad that happened in the village. Someone would stub their toe, or a pine cone would fall on a person’s head, he even claimed that the sky and the earth was controlled by his friends.

“One year, the village had a poor harvest, and a hungry winter gnawed at their stomachs. The evil man raged and raged that uninhibited sex would be their downfall.

“But mother, why didn’t they just move to a better place to farm?” Den asked curiously.

“That’s a wonderful question, dear, and researchers believe that they know the answer. You see, this man happened to live at a time when the earth was beginning to fill up with people, at least in the area of his village. The pure hearted villagers did not realize that they could simply come in their daughter’s lovely mouths or up their cute bottom holes to keep their population in balance with nature’s ability to provide.

“There were too many mysteries in the world when villagers stopped desiring sex. Because they were so hungry, every mystery was examined, not consciously, but men and women alike are always seeking answers, sometimes to things that do not exist. To make matters worse, the chief died that winter for many years had passed since the legendary contest.

“After that, even the reasonable voice of the chief’s daughter could not keep the other villagers from associating the death of their beloved leader to the idiot’s raving.

“Oh no!” Den cried.

“Now comes the worst part of all, my son. You have to be strong.” Pearl held her son with both arms and rocked him gently. “Because the villagers had less children that year, since they were too hungry to fuck and suck as much as usual, the next harvest from their soil, which had sustained so many generations, was barely enough to feed them the next winter. Again less children were born, and the poor, unknowing villagers began to associate less children with being able to survive in the land they had always called home.

“Year after year, the beautiful daughter brought less and less cum home to her man’s evil tongue to lick out of her otherwise withholding cunt. Fewer villagers dared to fuck her after the power of the invisible force(s) seemed to be evidenced in the lean times.

“After many years, the village was barely able to keep its population from declining, and the notion that sex was the cause of their trouble began to strangle their reason. Near the end of the evil man’s life, the village, barely a fraction of its original glory, chose him as their leader in a desperate attempt to appease the invisible forces that he had forewarned.”

“That’s terrible, mother. How could anyone believe such a thing?” Den clutched his mom’s comforting form, and he sought escape from the nightmare she described by burying his face between her large tits. He suckled a nipple as he had as a child, when the world was a safe and perfect place.

“I don’t understand it either, but the historical evidence is all too clear. Now before I tell you what occurred next, let me remind you this all happened in the days when mothers and fathers couldn’t tell their children the truth about celibacy.”

“But you said the evil man was going to die.”

“Yes, and he did die, but his village was not the only one that suffered overpopulation and soil depletion which led to sudden drops in population. To feed his own village, he once more relied on the thing that had blackened his heart. He caused his people to make war against their neighbors and steal food that others had grown between their hours of joyous fucking. And his people learned warfare, and they built a great empire in their leader’s name.

“Hey, you said that his name had been erased!” Den turned his head from her voluptuous tits and complained. “And so it was, but I’m not finished yet.” Pearl looked deliberately serious at her child, but she reached for his young cock and held it warmly to reassure him once more.

“On the last day of his life, the emperor made a terrible decree. Never again should a man or woman take a member of their family to bed. You see every village was in fact an entire family where every villager was related to every other villager. Even the evil old man was related to the honorable chief and the good man, however distantly and flawed. The new law that prohibited incestuous intercourse was based on his love of theft. As his warriors conquered new villages they were required to sew their seed into the new village. Only people who were taken by force could be used to satisfy nature’s urges. Otherwise, to appease the invisible forces, one must wait for those and only those sexual opportunities.

“Thus, the unnatural acts of rape and forced celibacy came to pass, and ever since, mankind has been haunted by their evil. Over time, these edicts became ritualized and were sublimated into more comfortable forms, but their roots extend into the heart of thievery.”

“Wow.” Den was amazed at all he had learned. Just to be sure of something he had always before taken for granted, he slipped his young hand between his mother’s thighs and pushed his fingers into her wet cunt and he was about to smile but instead suddenly frowned.

“What happened to the good man?”

Pearl was so proud of her son for asking that question, she began to jerk her hand softly up and down his erect penis, well maybe also because he was ticking her clit with his strong fingers.

“Well, you see, that’s the happy ending to the story.”

“Really? How?” Den brightened enormously.

“First, let me answer your question about the evil man’s name. When the chief declared that his name was to be forgotten even the evil man had no name. He became jealous of the good man who had the most popular name in the village. So, when the emperor first assumed his wicked throne, he stole the good man’s name.”

“Oh no!” Den’s fingers paused most deliciously inside his mother’s dripping cunt.

“Yes, and in his sudden shame, the good man took his daughter far away and raised her to tell the story of celibacy to her children. Ages later, when the lies of invisible forces were finally discarded for nature’s pure truth, the story remains to remind us of humanity’s only purpose, to enjoy that which is given and condemn that which is taken.”

Pearl used her son’s distracted pause to lay fully upon the couch and pull him to her breasts. Her gripping hand guided his full cock down to her ready cunt.

“Den, will you give your love to your mother?”

“Yes mother, I will!” Her eager son thrust quickly through her gaping pussy lips and embedded his young prick fully into her dripping cunt hole. “Oh, you’ve never felt this hot before, mommie!”

“Mmmmm! I know, and your wonderful cock has never filled me so fully or so hard!” She kissed her son’s mouth, and they exchanged tongues back and forth as Den began to fuck her cunt with strong strokes.

“What about the chief’s beautiful daughter. What happened to her?”

“Ooohh, yes, her. I almost forgot. Fuck mommy harder, okay?”

“Like this?”

“Oh yes! That’s it, my dear child, YES!”

“Did the beautiful woman finally escape the emperor.”
“No, because she had, UNNNNGG!, she had promised to be his forever. But she never gave him the slightest pleasure. Even on the emperor’s death bed she fed him the cum of animals she used to satisfy her natural needs, since nobody would fuck the emperor’s woman. It is said that the emperor drowned while trying to lick her pussy as it poured gallons of animal cum into his mouth. OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!

“Do you have any more questions for your mommy before she explodes from your incredible fucking?”

“HU-HUH! J-just one.” Den bucked violently into his mother cunt as cum began to boil in his balls.

“What is it dearest lover?”

“Oh, I’m going to. Wh-what was the good man’s name?”

His mother screamed it just as hot pussy cream slicked her cunt readying it for the blast of searing prick juice flooding into her fertile womb.

“DEN!”

A holiday

April 26th, 2008

AnnaLee Bradley boarded the seventy-five seater coach at Fort William. It would take her on a day excursion out to and around, the Isle of Skye and bring her back to her hotel. She presented her ticket to the middle-aged driver who thanked her.

As she moved to take her seat she stopped and turned back, “Have we met before?” she asked.

“No, I don’t believe so, though you must appreciate I do get to see a lot of people during the course of even a single year,” he replied.

AnnaLee apologised but he just shrugged his large shoulders and said, “That’s okay, take a seat and enjoy the trip.”

The summer’s day was beautiful. A few clouds lined the horizon but at nine in the morning the air was beginning to warm and the forecast promised a gloriously sunny day ahead.

Nowhere in the world is a hot summer’s day more joyous than in the highlands of Scotland. The air is pure oxygen, invigorating to breathe and spellbinding to view through. The high peaks afforded the passengers many picturesque images for their ever clicking camera’s and softly humming video’s.

By mid-day, as they stopped at a small rural hotel, the passengers were all ready for their lunch. They filed out of the coach and made their lazy way through the heat towards the awning that stretched out its pink and white stripes from the side of the ancient building. Electric fans whirred amongst the many wooden tables.

AnnaLee went inside to find the toilets and wash her hands before the queues became too long. Passing the open doors to the kitchen area she saw someone she did recognise and found that her comment to the driver had been accurate.

Miss Morris, her English teacher at the start of her Secondary Education back in 1965, was supervising the kitchen staff.

At five foot five with slightly greying, fair hair, June Morris could still turn heads.

AnnaLee recalled a pale complexion to which was applied a trace of foundation cream, a dab of blusher and a quiet red lipstick. Her hair was clasped back to reveal a high forehead, pencil thin fair eyebrows, grey-green almond shaped eyes, prominent cheekbones, a straight nose and generous mouth, set within an oval face. Her slender figure, always dressed in white cotton blouse and knee length skirts of varying colours, walked gracefully erect wherever she went. She projected an image of slight disdain towards those around her and yet during class she was firm, yet polite, towards those she taught.

In class, she stood no nonsense and on a few occasions she detained her pupils at the end of the school teaching period.

It was her husband, Mr Rendle the PE instructor at the same school, whom she had recognised as the coach driver.

AnnaLee moved towards the toilets, she would speak to Miss Morris later.

She finished her meal and excused herself from the other guests seated around her table. Walking quickly inside the cool building she slipped unnoticed into the kitchen where she found Miss Morris alone and busily washing piles of dirty dishes.

“Need any help June, or should I call you Miss Morris?”

June turned to her right to see who knew her name. “I’m afraid that time and memory have dimmed to place who you are.” she queried. “Perhaps you can refresh.”

“I’m sorry,” replied AnnaLee, slightly sheepishly, “I’d hoped recognition would be instant for one of your star english pupil’s of 1963. it’s AnnaLee. AnnaLee Bradley.”

“AnnaLee? Yes, now I remember. You were the skinny girl with a pony tail in the third row. A very bright girl who was very good at storytelling. Your essay’s were a joy to read, though you had stiff competition from a fellow pupil. Now what was his name. Burns, no, Brown.”

“I believe his name was Burnham, Geoff Burnham. He had brown hair and nice blue-grey eyes.”

“Yes. I wonder what became.? I’m sorry AnnaLee. I’m digressing. It’s good to see you again,” said June, enthusing over someone whom she had not seen for over sixteen years. “What is it that I can do for you? I can tell that you’re on holiday and that fate appears to have brought you to our door.”

“It’s good to see you again too, Miss Morris. Time has been kind to you.”

“That’s very gracious of you AnnaLee.”

Footsteps sounded in the doorway. “Are there you are miss, the coach is about to depart.” Mr Rendle said gruffily.

“You can’t just disappear, AnnaLee, stay the night. We’ve so much to talk about. Ralf, this is an old pupil of mine who recognised you on the coach this morning. Take the others home. Will you stay over AnnaLee? Ralf can take you back tomorrow lunchtime.”

“Of course, I’d love to if Mr Rendle has no objection?”

“I’ll take the others home then,” said Ralf Rendle, a scowl tinging his face. He was gone before AnnaLee had the chance to further remonstrate with him.

“Take no notice of him, AnnaLee,” rebuked June in a loud enough voice that he must have heard. “He’s just jealous that you may share my bed instead of him. During the week he stays overnight in Fort William. Now what were we talking about? Help me with the dishes and I’ll make sure that you eat a supper that will last in your memory forever.”

AnnaLee had been taken aback by June’s comment concerning their possible sleeping arrangements but made no immediate comment. “Whatever happened to your teaching skills in the Chigwell area of Essex?” enquired AnnaLee, picking up a tea towel and selecting a plate from the drying rack.

“We lived in a four bedroom detached house in Brook Way, Chigwell and taught at a local school for over twelve years before calling it a day when they introduced the policy of not being able to discipline pupils. Now, pupils can run rings round the teachers and enjoy the same priveleges within their home life. It’s a crazy policy. Whoever introduced it could not possibly have had children of their own to measure its effect.

“We sold up and moved to Fort William. You’re wondering why? Well, we had vacationed there a number of times and it so happened that the owner of the small hotel, where we stayed, had decided to sell the business together with this building and parcel of land. We decided to buy her out and supplement the income from the two buildings by offering day excursions out of Fort William to the Isle Of Skye. This all happened four years ago and it is paying off handsomely. Though, as you see, sometimes I have to get my hands dirty when we are short staffed.”

“So, I caught you on a bad hair day?”

“Just doing my bit while Karen is away looking after her sick mother.”

“Any children of your own to help out?”

“No.”

AnnaLee retreated from further questioning as the kitchen staff returned from their waitress duties. June introduced AnnaLee to them and explained her presence.

Once the dishes had been washed and dried the rest of the afternoon was taken up by reminiscing events that had happened and aspirations fulfilled. They strolled through woods and heathland as the sun beat remorselessly down. They sat together in the cool shade of a large oak tree. June admonished AnnaLee that she had not pursued a writing career of her own rather than correct other writer’s mistakes in her job as a proof-reader.

“You were good, AnnaLee, very good and you would have made a comfortable living from writing. What made you not take it up?”

“Not so much as give it up, as where to start, and who to approach, really. Don’t forget that back then it was harder to make a living from writing than it is today.”

“I disagree, I don’t believe it’s any harder for someone starting out to make their name. Today, there are more publications, more editorial columns, more paperback writers and let’s not forget the internet, where you have millions of readers eagerly awaiting stories to quench their desires and fetishes. It’s all a question of writing what you understand and what you have experienced. Don’t be afraid of that blank screen or blank piece of paper. Just formulate your ideas and plan around your character’s. Watch them come alive and if you don’t like something that happens in the plot you can always go back and revamp the storyline. And don’t be afraid of rejection slips. What may suit someone may be totally unacceptable to others.”

“Keep in mind that a rejection slip from a publisher is just part of the game. Get used to it and learn to carry on. The hurt never goes away no matter how much you sell. Okay, people such as Tom Clancy, John Grisham and Nora Roberts don’t get rejected much, but remember that even multipublished writers with scores of books under their belts get stories of their hearts shot down. Publishing can be a very hard world.

“Remember too that the hurt you feel from rejection will soon evaporate, at least temporarily, when you get something accepted and see your name in print but that day won’t ever come along if you don’t keep submitting.

“They may also be able to place your course work with their contacts in the literary world. This could bolster your confidence and enable you to place future work with them.

“Yes, I see what you mean but suppose I’ve lost that talent. Suppose it is buried in the past. How can I resurrect my ability?”

“Talent never dies, AnnaLee. Genius is the spark of invention. Be inventive. First, you need to contact a good writing school that can hone your dormant skills. They’ll provide you with the prctice that is necessry to bring out the best in you. Just as an opera singer needs to practice their scales or a golfer needs to perfect their skills, they both have to practice to become proficient at what they can accomplish. Anyone who wants to be the best at what they are interested in, needs to hone their skills.

“Sounds good, but where do I find the time to write?”

“Make time. Instead of watching Eastenders go and write a short story.”

“You make it all sound so easy.”

“It is, if you put your mind to it.”

“What experiences do I have to enable me to write about them?”

“Have you been abroad for a holiday?”

“Yes. I’ve travelled to Canada, Malta and northern Italy.”

“Let’s start with Italy. You can relate to the people living around you. They have characteristics that can be used in a story plot that will be understood and acknowledged by the reader because you will be able to describe them and their actions in a positive manner, a believable manner. That is what I meant by experiences. Have you ever made love to another woman?”

“Well.” AnnaLee looked startled. “Yes. I have.”

“Then write about it,” continued June, unashamedly. “Tell the world what a wonderful, emotional feeling it can be. Don’t keep your emotions hidden, expand your horizons. You’ll see the world in a different light and it will reflect in your writing.”

“Have you. Have you made love to other women?”

“Yes.”

“Many women?”

“A few. It gets lonely here when Ralph is away for the week. I’m very discreet. It wouldn’t look too good if the local people found out that one of their employer’s was bisexual.”

“Do you mind if I ask when you found out that you were. bisexual?”

“It must have been around three years ago. Ralph was away for three weeks, due mainly to the coach breaking down. It was a combination of events that led to Karen and I making love one saturday evening after work. I mentioned Karen earlier. She’s twenty-eight, so full of life, with a wonderful sense of humour and a sexual appetite that sometimes is hard to fulfill.”

“She was so responsive, so eager that emotionally I was swept along on a roller coaster ride. So many mixed feelings that, when I climaxed, my god, it was a totally different experience. There were no emotional hangups between us either. It felt so. so right. She’s married as well. Men, they believe they know sexually what a woman want’s but really they only know what they want.”

“I understand how you perceive what you feel you know is right from your own experiences,” said AnnaLee, “but from my own encounters with the opposite sex I have very different and opposing views.”

“Do you want to tell me about them or are they too personal?”

“I was raped when I was eighteen.”

“Oh no. how awful. Did you know your attacker? Did they put him behind bars and throw away the key, the bastard?”

“I don’t want to talk about him but after the. attack, the following two years were a living hell. I existed in purgatory, then I allowed someone to come into my life. She showed me how to love again. During my time in purgatory I wrote six novels, each one of around eighty-five thousand words. Once I found love I burned them all.”

“But why. Why expend all that energy and then destroy two years work?”

“Someone else wrote those stories. A person bitter and twisted inside, someone in need of psychiatric help but who incorporated her feelings into her writing. God, when I look back and remember some of the things that I wrote I wonder how on earth I ever managed to regain my sanity. If it hadn’t been for Corrin. She introduced me to the joys of making love. She brought me back from the edge. I do really owe her my life.”

“A remarkable woman. I know that sounds patronising but I’m glad she saved you otherwise you would not have stumbled across your old english teacher.”

“You’re not old. You’ve become more beautiful. You have lost one thing though.”

“Oh, and what’s that?” asked June, quizzically.

“Your haughty manner.”

“Haughty manner?” retorted June. “What exactly do you mean?” she asked, puzzled by the expression AnnaLee had used.

“At school, wherever you went, you walked. imperiously, as though those around you should bow down. Now, you walk as though life owes you nothing except health and happiness and you’re glad to be alive. I like this person more than the one I knew. I’m more comfortable around you and feel that I’ve found a friend rather than my ‘old teacher.’”

June reached over and covered AnnaLee’s hand with her own. “That’s the nicest thing.” AnnaLee leant forward. Her moistened lips tenderly kissed June’s open mouth. June responded passionately enough to confirm to AnnaLee that she had made the right decision.

Time hung suspended as their first kiss lingered on into a lustful embrace. They lay entwined, side by side. The warmth from their bodies mixed with the heat of the mid-day sun. Gasping for air, AnnaLee pushed June away and struggled out of her light cotton dress. On cue, and without a word between them, June stood up as well and quickly undressed.

Eyes from the edge of the small copse enviously watched their ardent caresses. The same jealous eyes lusted after both women. The watcher lifted her summer dress and took off her panties; licentious thoughts moved her fingers to strum her already engorged outer vaginal lips.

Karen knew just how long her fingers should remain on any particular area of her pussy. Years of practice on her own and with other women had elicited knowledge that any budding author would have been delighted to have transformed into a best-seller.

With acute longing Karen gazed as her lover used her pupil’s body in a frenzy of lust. She could almost feel her partner’s sexual yearning build towards a climax that would release her emotional valve and sweep away all inhibitions between the two people of them.

Karen’s wet forefinger found the hard bud at the juncture of her trembling thigh’s. She gasped in amazement at the length of her highly sensitive clitoris that bloomed wetly. As the couple before her lecherous gaze climaxed together, so too did Karen; two fingers of her right hand busily pumped her vagina; her thumb nudged her clitoris on each inward stroke; her other hand pinched and squeezed her left nipple through the thin dress. Her body convulsed and shook with the force of her orgasm. She stifled an ecstatic cry that would have reached the ears of the lovers in the secluded grove.

Unaware of their audience the two women clung together in love’s afterglow. Soft, gentle hands stroked and caressed slippery, hot skin attired with a sheen of perspiration.

Neither woman spoke. Neither of them wished to break the acknowledged spell of silence that accommpanied such tender moments. Each loving caress scorched across sensitive skin, eliciting small gasps and moans of delight. Their’s was a world of lustful emotions building slowly and inexorably towards a peak. Shyness, awkwardness and all inhibitions that had previously been a barrier between them had now dissolved. They touched their partner anyway they could, to please their own sexual ego. By contributing to their partners sexual arousal by way of a lingering caress up along the inner thigh, a delicate but firm twist to a warm, pink protruding nipple, they caressed their own libido. Extending their own pleasure, exultant at finding the right mixture of pain and pleasure that culminated in a ripple of warmth deep within each other’s belly, washing upward in a wave of emotional release. Vaginal juices flowed copiously to be eagerly lapped up with busy mouths and tongues.

A warmth surrounded and embraced them. A sweet muskiness hung heavy in the air. Their energies were fuelled by their desire to pleasure each other. The more pleasure they gave then the greater became their own sexual fulfillment.

They cried out together as their climax peaked and dropped then peaked and dropped again. AnnaLee could not remember when she had been so sexually stimulated and fulfilled.

“No more.” she laughingly begged, each small hand gripping one of June’s pendulous breasts. “Please, no more. My clitoris is so sensitive that it aches.” She rolled out from beneath June whose own aroused body listed towards one side and she too rolled onto her back gazing up into the thick green foliage.

“Wow,” sighed June, “that was fantastic, though I don’t think I could’ve gone on much longer without first taking a rest.”

“You’re incorrigible, June.”

“I am but in a way that helps me through life,” June chided thoughtfully. “But let’s not dwell on it. Have I made you happy?”

AnnaLee eased her sated body onto her side and, reaching out a hand, she playfully tweaked one of June’s erect nipples.

“Oh no, you’re not ready for more are you?” June queried.

“No. I’m saying in my own way that you have made me extremely happy and that I want to remain with you beneath this tree and make love to you forever,” said AnnaLee, chewing on a long stem of grass.

“We’d die from starvation.”

“What a wonderful way to go.”

They talked for awhile then decided to make their way back to the hotel to freshen up and enjoy an evening meal together.

Karen watched them dress and depart. She rearranged her clothing and followed them at a respectable distance.

The meal was secondary to the main event. AnnaLee and June knew what would happen afterwards. This sexual expectancy heightened their desire.

Karen calmly served them, saying nothing of what she had witnessed that afternoon beneath the cool spread of the large oak tree.

June introduced AnnaLee and they smiled politely and shook hands. Perhaps it was AnnaLee’s way of intimating that she knew more about Karen than she let on but her grip and smile allowed Karen to bathe in the promising warmth of another’s sexuality. Time, however, was short and Karen knew that they would be naked in bed before she had cleared the table.

The full-bodied, red, Chilean wine worked its magic by embracing their senses as they climbed the stone staircase to June’s bedroom. Giddy from wine and desire, AnnaLee closed the bedroom door behind them and swiftly turned June around. Her full, moist lips pressed eagerly against June’s expectant mouth.

Arousal spread its wings around both women. Each undressed the other with hot fingers that fluttered over exposed warm skin. The combination of June’s Chanel No. 5 and AnnaLee’s Angel eau de parfum, created by Thierry Mugler, suffused the small bedroom. Their caresses, kisses, expert tongues and deft fingers explored each other’s sensitive genital regions, provoking delightful groans and cries of sexual excitement. A new sweeter, muskier, sexual scent was created as their fingers delved along vaginal walls. Slick with the fruits of their labour they rubbed each other’s clitoris into bloom from beneath their hooded entrance.

Undercover of this torrent of sound Karen slipped unnoticed into the room. She quickly undressed and silently joined the lovers on the creaking double bed. Karen inhaled their sexual arousal as she rubbed her own clitoris into a firm bud. Her juices flowed easily over her deft fingers. She used this to moisten and cajole AnnaLee’s light brown, puckered hole to slowly open then grip the two fingers that Karen inserted. From between her own legs she took out the long silver dildo warmed and wet with her own arousal. She quickly positioned it at the entrance of AnnaLee’s back passage and switched it on.

AnnaLee squealed in delighted anticipation and thrust backwards onto the slender, vibrating shaft. Within moments of its entry, AnnaLee’s climax racked her body. Her momentary cries of ecstasy intensified her actions. June’s body went rigid as her orgasm washed over her. A deep moan heralding the exact moment of her euphoria.

The couple rolled apart and it was then that they became aware of Karen kneeling on her haunches, holding the silver vibrator. With a beaming smile she said, “I hope you don’t mind me intruding m’am but your afternoon session got me so hot that I just had to have you both tonight.”

AnnaLee sat up and hugged Karen to her, then kissed her long and deeply. Karen enjoyed the flavour of June’s sex upon her lips.

The evening hours slipped by as the three lovers immersed themselves in providing as much pleasure for each other. At last, sexually sated and replete from a prolonged session of lovemaking, they slept.

End

fucking my 2 sisters

April 26th, 2008

I became addicted to watching and being watched.
When I was younger, still living at home with my parents, I slept in a room that was directly next to both of my sisters, a common door connected our rooms, but it remained closed most of the time.

Every once in a while, when I could not sleep, I would knock on the door and talk with them. There was nothing going on, I would simply sit on the floor between their beds and talk about stuff.

Now my sisters were not unattractive, but I never thought about it one way or the other. Susan had shoulder length jet-black hair and a nice little figure. She was petite, maybe 5 foot 2. I still can’t understand bra sizes, so I can’t say what size her breasts were, but they were proportionate to her height and weight.
Sandy, who was a year older, was two or three inches taller, also very pretty with blonde, brown hair that fell to the middle of her back. Again, her figure was about normal. She had (and still has) a great smile.

Well, the whole thing started late one night when I awoke from one of those dreams that you can’t remember exactly, but it left me painfully erect. Usually I would simply have masturbated, but for some reason, I lay there in the dark tingling, letting my erection subside.

Our parents were on a weekend church retreat and they had left the three of us at home alone to shift for ourselves. The house was silent and dark without them. Our parents were notorious night owls and the quiet was almost oppressive.
After tossing and turning for some time, I got up and knocked lightly on their door, I heard Sandy say softly, “Come in.” I opened the door and walked in and sat between their beds.

Sandy was the only one awake, so we talked about this and that for some time. Eventually the conversation turned to our love lives, or lack of same.
I confessed that my last girlfriend had said I was a lousy kisser when she dumped me.
“You a lousy kisser, I don’t believe it!”
Well, that’s what she said,” I replied
“I still don’t believe it,” she said, rolling over so her face was near mine.
“Try me,” she said.
“What?”
“Give me a kiss,” I’ll give you my impartial opinion as a girl.
“This is kind of weird,” I said
“I insist, if you’re a lousy kisser, I’ll tell you.”
I moved closer and said, “OK, but you have to promise to be honest.”
I leaned closer and our lips met, I gave her a brotherly peck and pulled back.
“That’s no good” she fumed, “if you kissed Christine like that, I can see why she dumped you.”
“You’re my sister,” I said, “It’s different.”
“Bullshit,” she replied, “If you want my opinion, then you’re going to have to give me a kiss.”
“OK,” I said, “but this is really weird.”
I leaned toward her and this time when our mouths met we really kissed. I felt her lips part and her tongue slipping into my mouth and I kissed her back with real feeling. The kiss may have lasted thirty seconds or so, but when we broke off, something entirely unexpected had happened to me; I got an erection.
Not only that, but it was the kind of raging boner that boys get when they first kiss a girl, I was grateful for the darkened bedroom as I sat down, eager to hide the embarrassing truth that I had become sexually aroused kissing my sister.
“Well, how did I do?” I asked.
“You could use some work, but you’re definitely in the ball-park, Christine is a retard.”
I sat in the darkness with my hard on thankfully subsiding talking about this and that until we returned again to the subject of our lack of romance.
Sandy lamented being without a boyfriend for so long, then she said, “I guess I’ll just have continue rubbing off and going without.”
I was shocked. Our talks had never gone in that direction before and I wasn’t sure what to say to that.

I mumbled something about being in the same boat, my cheeks flushing.
Sandy leaned over and whispered, “What do you think about?”
“What do you mean what do I think about?” I asked
Lowering her voice even more, she said, “You know, when you’re masturbating.”
“I don’t know, just stuff, you know girls, my old girlfriend, Christine, you know, stuff”
“Do you think about making out with Christine?” she asked.
“Sometimes,” I replied.
Sandy lowered her voice slightly, “Do you imagine doing stuff with her that you guys never really got around to trying?”
“Yeah, how’d you know?”
“Because it’s pretty much the same with me, I think about stuff I wished I’d done or stuff that he wanted to do that I wouldn’t do and wished I had done it.
Then I asked, “What else do you think about?”
She replied, taking her time, “Well sometimes I think about the guys who look at me at the pool.”

“What does that do?” I asked, not really understanding what she meant.
“You’re not a girl, so you might not understand, but when I see some guy looking at me, sometimes it’s very arousing. I’ll think about what that guy would do if he could see me naked and what I’d do if he could watch me.”
The conversation was having a real effect on me as I sat on the floor and I realized that the erection inside my boxers was returning with a vengeance. I was also feeling a curious freedom in this development. I knew that Sandy couldn’t see me.
“I had quite a dream just before I came in here,” I said.
“What was it about?” Sandy asked.
“I can’t really remember,” I said, “but when I woke up I was as hard as a rock.”
I heard a catch in Sandy’s voice as she asked, “Did you jack off?”
“No, I just let it go away.

“I had a dream like that a couple nights ago,” Sandy said
I said nothing and she continued, “I dreamed that I was with my old boyfriend and we were both at his house in his room making out like we used to do, except this time his sister was watching.”
“That sounds like a pretty hot dream, were you dressed or what.”
“It was really nasty. She was just sitting on the couch fully dressed in a skirt and a blouse, watching at first,” Sandy said, “After a while, I looked over and she was squeezing her legs together and rocking back and forth on the couch while I gave her brother a hand job.”

My dick was throbbing as I continued to ask Sandy more and more explicit questions.
“Was he touching your pussy?” I asked.
There was a catch in Sandy’s voice as she replied, “Yes, I felt like such a slut.”
“What happened then?” I asked
I heard Sandy shift on the bed and was unable to resist touching my hard cock which was leaking a little as she replied, “She started to talk to us, she said, “Sandy, you’re such a slut, keep on jacking him off.”
In the darkness, I heard my sister’s uneven breathing as she concluded lamely, “That’s it, then I woke up.”

There were a few moments of silence and then Sandy said, “When I woke up I was so hot, I wanted to finish the dream, I mean, my nipples were tingling and I just felt like I was going to jump out of my skin.”
A few more moments of silence and then she asked, “Does it bother you, I mean talking about my nipples and all?” she asked.
“No,” I said, “I kind of like it.”
“I don’t want you to think I’m weird or anything, but talking about like this is actually making me feel sort of aroused,” she said.
“It is?”
“Yeah, it kind of really is, as a matter of fact my nipples are actually kind of hard right now.”
“They are?”
“Yeah, as a matter of fact, they are.”
I gathered up my courage and said, “I’m kind of glad to hear that, because I’ve gotten kind of hard sitting here myself, I’m glad that I’m not alone.”
In the dark I heard her whisper back, “I can assure you that you aren’t alone.”
I digested that and then I said, “Actually, I’m more than just a little hard, I can’t believe that this is making me so horny.”
I heard her take a breath and then she whispered, To tell the truth, after we finish talking, after you go back to your room, I’m going to have some unfinished business to take care of.”
“I guess I will too.” I replied.
“Rick?”
“Yes”
“How hard is your dick right now?”
I reached down and gingerly felt my cock.
“It’s sticking up and making a tent in my boxers, the tip is leaking and it feels about as hard as it can get, how turned on are you?”
I heard her slide her hand under her covers, there was a moments silence and then she said, “I’m really slippery, my clit is standing up and tingling and my nipples are so hard they hurt.”
“Oh man, that’s really hot, I think my dick just got harder hearing you say that.”
“She said, Wait a second,” I heard her hand slide under the covers again, this time for a longer period and then she said, “My cunt just got wetter too.”
I hesitated for a second and then I said, “If I was alone in my room right now, I’d be jacking off.”
“Me too,” she said and then she asked, “What’s the nastiest thing you’ve ever thought about?”
I hesitated for a moment, and then I said, “Do you remember last summer when you and Susan spent all that time tanning in the backyard?”
I wasn’t sure, but it seemed that Sandy’s voice was a bit uneven when she said, “Yes, we did that almost every day.”
“Well, once you were laying on a towel with the straps to your top off and Susan was rubbing oil on your back, I don’t know why, but I got really excited seeing that.”
“Did you jack off?”
“Um, yes.”
“Did you think about me and Suzy naked?”
“Yes, I imagined that I was rubbing oil on your legs and I slowly worked my way up and you were letting me and Suzy was watching, rubbing oil all over herself and then she came over and started rubbing oil; on my cock.
“Oh, Jeez, that’s hot,” Sandy whispered, “Did you rub lotion on your cock and imagine that we were doing it to you?”
“Yes, I did”

She was silent for a few moments and then she said, “I like it that you were watching us.” I heard her shift in bed again and then she said, “This conversation is really getting to me, I feel like rubbing my clit even though you’re sitting right here”
I said, “Well maybe we should stop talking like this, I mean, we can’t do anything about it.”
“I know,” she said, “but it’s kind of too bad that we can’t help each other out somehow.”
“What could we do?” I asked, “I mean, we’re related.”
Almost as if she hadn’t heard me, she continued, “Talking isn’t doing and this is kind of fun.”
A few more seconds passed and then I asked, “Did you really like being watched?”
“Well, I didn’t know you were watching us at the time, but it’s exciting thinking of you looking at my body.”
Sandy shifted in her bed again and said, “If we keep talking, we’re going to wake Susan up.”

“I guess you’re right” I said, “I’m going to get up and go back to my room, but you’ve got to turn and face the wall when I do.”
“Why?” Sandy asked innocently.
“Because I am so turned on and it’s not fair that you see me like this when I can’t hide it and since you’re covered up I can’t see anything.”
“I’ll make you a deal,” she said, “I’ll pull down the covers so you can see me and we can walk to your room together. You turn on your desk lamp, we both can look at each other as long as we want. I’ll come back here and you can go on to bed and we’ll both know what’s going on in the other room, but we won’t have done anything we’ll really regret.”
I didn’t say anything and she continued, “I mean we aren’t perverts or anything, but there’s no harm in looking and anyway we I’m not naked or anything, but I’ll bet you still like what you see”
“All right,” I said, getting to my feet.
I heard her slide the covers down and she stood up. In the darkness, I could barely make out her shape, but I was close enough to smell the soap in her hair. As we walked toward the door that separated our rooms, she took my hand in hers and that simple act sent waves of excitement coursing through my body.
We passed through the door and she shut it behind her.
“I don’t want the light to wake up Suzy,” she said as she groped toward my desk.
I heard the light click and even though it was a low watt bulb, it seemed very bright. Sandy turned around and faced me.
“Well, what do you think?” she asked.

She was wearing an oversized mans shirt that had been through the wash many, many times. Her cheeks were flushed and I could see her nipples clearly outlined through the material of the shirt. It was unbuttoned far enough for me to be able to see her cleavage. The shirt fell halfway down her legs, which were smooth and slightly tan from the summer.
“Wow” I replied, “You’re really pretty, I can’t understand why your love life is sucking.”
“Doesn’t that hurt?” she giggled, pointing at the tent in my boxers.
“A little,” I admitted.
“Why don’t you get into bed and take your underpants off?” she asked, “I’ll shut off the light when I leave.
I didn’t have to be asked twice. Standing there like that was very exciting, but it was also a little embarrassing in a way and sort of painful. What I didn’t know that as soon as I was in bed and I slid the boxers off, the sheer feeling of freedom would triple my excitement.
My cock sprang free and was standing as rigid as a pole when Sandy knelt by the bed and said, “Do you want to talk some more?”
“If you do”
“Do you want me to turn out the light while we do” she asked.
“OK,” I said, go ahead.
“First, you’ve got to look at me,” she said.
“I am looking at you”
“No,” she said, “I mean like this.

She stood up and unbuttoned her shirt slowly until it was hanging open, exposing part of her soft breasts. She then hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down until they were on the middle of her thighs. With her fingers, she parted her labia and stepped up next to the bed, about a foot away.
As she stood motionless, I could see that she was very wet. Her lips were swollen and red and as I watched a slow drip of clear liquid fell onto the crotch of her panties.
It seemed like forever that she stood there and then she pulled her panties up and re-buttoned her shirt. She turned toward the desk and clicked the lamp off, plunging the room into darkness.
Then she knelt beside the bed again and whispered, “Did you like what you saw.”
I was speechless for a moment and then I said, “Oh yes, you are so beautiful.”
“I’ll bet you’re really feeling nasty now,” She said in an uneven voice, “I know I am.”
“Oh man,” I said I am so horny now I just want to get off.”
“Me too,” she whispered in my ear.
I felt her sweet breath on my cheek as she continued, “Do you know what I’m going to do when I go back in my room?”
“I can guess,” I said.
“I’m going to take off this shirt and my panties and rub my pussy, I’m not even going to pull the covers over me, do you know why?”
“Why,” I gasped

“Because I want Suzy to wake up and see what I’m doing.”
My cock gave a lurch and began to dribble pre come under the covers. Almost with a will of it’s own. My hand gently touched it and slid the head around on the palm of my hand.
Her lips actually touched my ear as she breathed excitedly, “Sometimes we do it in front of each other, Suzy and me.” I heard slippery sounds coming from her and I realized that she was touching herself.
“What are you doing?” I gasped
“Being a slut,” she whispered, I need to stop rubbing my slippery cunt right now and go back in my room and I will in just a second, I just want to talk a little longer.”
I slid my hand up and down my cock slowly, making a discernible wet noise, I didn’t care, I couldn’t help myself.
“You’re doing it too, aren’t you?” she said.
“Just a little,” I said, “we’d better cool it, I’m so horny, I’m liable to do anything.”
“Me too,” she said, removing her hand from her pussy, “See, I’m stopping.”
Releasing my aching member, I asked, “Do you guys really do it in front of each other?”
“We have,” she said, “I woke up one night and she was going at it, you know, rubbing her clit. I went into the bathroom and got myself off. Later we talked about it and agreed that it was really no big deal, so now sometimes we….do what you and I’ve been doing.”
“But you’re both girls,” I said, “doesn’t it seem….weird?”
“Actually, it’s pretty hot, we talk to each other like you and I are…and we show off for each other.”
“How?” I asked

“We play games, model nightclothes, flash each other, sometimes we take a couple of hours before we get around to rubbing off. Sometimes we just lay in bed talking and rubbing. Sometimes we go in the bathroom and watch each other cream.”
“What kind of games do you play,” I asked, my hand returning to my rigid prick. Without consciously being aware of it, I was again gently teasing my cock as we whispered in the night.
“We have this game,” Sandy whispered “called look, but don’t touch where one of us tells the nastiest story we can come up with and the other has to say what she thinks of the story, but we can’t touch ourselves until the one telling the story says” so. For example, I might tell Suzy that she can play with herself while she counts to ten, but when she reaches 10, she has to stop.
In the darkness, the sound of my hand sliding up and down my wet dick could be heard from under the covers, I heard Sandy catch her breath and then she said, “You’re playing with your cock again, aren’t you?”
“I can’t help it, thinking about you and Suzy.”
Sandy whispered, “Why don’t you do it while you count to 10 and then I’ll take a turn.”
“Oh yes,” I whispered back and started counting, my hand moving freely faster and faster. It was beating a rhythm on the blanket that covered me. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop at 10, but I felt Sandy’s hand on top of the covers halting my march toward the Promised Land.
“Stop, stop, now it’s my turn” she hissed.
“I’m taking my underpants off, she said. I felt her stand up and her slide them off and then she was kneeling next to me, her face close to mine.
“OK,” she whispered, I’m doing it now” and she started counting as I heard her hand making very slippery sounds.
I could hear her as she gasped out the numbers and when she reached ten she whimpered and said, “I’m so close to creaming all over like a slut.”
She reached under the covers. I felt her soft hand on my rigid cock and I heard her gasp as she resumed masturbating herself.
Across the room, we heard the door open, Sandy’s hand froze on my shaft and then quickly withdrew.

Susan stood framed in the door wearing a pair of boxer shorts and an oversized T-shirt.
“What’re you guys doing?” she asked sleepily.
Sandy was always a quicker thinker than I was, she replied, “Just talking, are you having a hard time sleeping too?”
Susan walked in and sat down next to Sandy and said, “Yeah, what are you guys talking about?”
“Just school and stuff, you know the usual”
“Well, the conversation must have gone downhill since you left the room,” Suzy said quietly.

Sandy stuttered, “I, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Even in the darkened room, I could feel her face flushing.
“Let me spell it out for you,” Suzy said in the same quiet voice, “I woke up just a little while before you came in here, you were talking about looking at each other and how you weren’t perverts. The last thing I heard was you really weren’t going to do anything to each other and you’ve been gone for over a half-hour. What gives?”
“Nothing,” Sandy lied, “I let Rick look at me, I looked at him, then he got into bed and we’ve been talking ever since.”
“Talking about what?” Suzy said in the same deadpan voice.
“You know, stuff.” Sandra said.
“I’ll bet you were talking about sex, Suzy said.
“Well, yes, some,” Sandy replied.
“After so long, I just came over to make sure that talking was all you guys were doing was, I didn’t want things to get out of hand.”
“We were just talking” Sandy said, somewhat sulkily.
“How about you Rick,” Suzy said, “Have you been stricken speechless?”
“No,” I croaked, “It’s like Sandra said, we’ve just been sitting here talking.” My hard on, by now was just a distant memory and I knew that the giant orgasm I had been approaching was going to be a non-event. Despite any games they might play in private, Suzy seemed to mean business.

We sat for a minute or two in the darkness and then Suzy said, “Rick, did you really have fantasies about us sunbathing?”
Sandy cleared her throat and said, “It sounds like you were listening for a little longer that you said.”
“I was,” Suzy said, “It sounded like you guys were both going to be over here screwing like a couple of perverts, I mean the conversation was pretty leading, don’t you think?”
“We weren’t over here screwing,” Sandra said angrily.
“I mean,” Suzy continued, “I can understand talking dirty and even getting turned on. When Rick admitted to masturbating over me, I felt like….well, really aroused.”
“Well, maybe we got a little carried away,” Sandy said, “but we certainly weren’t over here fucking”
“Well, what were you doing?” Suzy said, “The truth this time.”
I cleared my throat and said, “We were masturbating, Sandy let me look at her and we were taking turns masturbating.” Underneath the covers, my long lost boner began to revive itself.
“That’s better,” Suzy said, “Everyone does it once in a while and I guess there’s nothing wrong if you guys want to do it together, but someone should watch to see that things don’t get out of hand.”

Suzy shifted her position slightly and continued, “I mean if Rick is imagining me rubbing oil all over my breasts while I watch him stroke his dick; that’s just hot. It
seems kind of stupid for me to be laying in bed alone rubbing my vagina while I imagine him watching me, don’t you think so?”
Suzy continued, her voice becoming husky, “I think you guys should go on and finish what you started, I’ll just stay to make sure that things don’t get carried away.”
There was an awkward silence, neither Sandy or I knew what to say to her offer, finally Sandy said, “What, you want to supervise us?”
“Sort of,” Suzy replied, “I could tell you each where to sit and how long to do it and make sure that nothing bad happened.”
By now it was becoming apparent that Suzy had entered the room as aroused as we both were, she just wasn’t willing to be honest with herself about her feelings. I was willing to bet that if the lights had been on, I would have seen a flushed and very aroused young woman in front of me pretending to be some kind of sexual lifeguard.
“OK,” Sandy said, “What do you want us to do?”
“First, I want to talk to each of you alone in the bathroom for a minute, so I can make sure you aren’t too aroused to follow instructions and then we can work together to get you both off without Rick sliding his stiff dick anywhere it shouldn’t go.”
Suzy stood up and said, “You first, Sandy.”
They walked into the attached bathroom and shut the door, under the door, I saw the light come on. Under the covers, I gingerly touched my aching boner and wondered if I would ever really get the relief I craved with all my heart. My hand began to move up and down. The light under the door went out. The door opened and Sandra emerged and said, “Go on in, I’ll wait for you two, don’t take too long or I’ll start without you.” As I approached the door Sandra said, “Hey, I really mean that part about starting without you.”
I stepped inside and shut the door. I started to grope for the light when I heard Suzy say, “Leave the light off for just now.

In the darkness, I heard her voice, “Are you naked?”
“I’ve got a T shirt on.”
“Take it off”
I pulled the shirt over my head and as I did, I felt her approach me.
“Do you really think about me when you’re jacking off.”
“Sometimes,” I admitted.
“Have you ever thought about kissing me?”
Before I had a chance to answer, her arms went around my neck and I felt her soft lips on mine. Our mouths opened and we stood kissing in the pitch-blackness. She was standing on tiptoes to reach my mouth and one hand crept down and grasped my hard member
We kissed for a minute or so while she gently touched my bouncing erection, causing indescribable sensations to course through my body. Without thinking, I attempted to slip my hands inside her boxers.
She pushed me away, we were both breathing hard.
“It’s not that I’m not excited,” she said, gasping for breath, “It’s just that someone needs to keep her head while we take care of this situation, look at me.”
She reached over and flipped on the light.
It took me a second to get used to the brightness. As soon as my eyes adjusted and I was able to quit blinking, I looked at her.
She was flushed and still breathing hard, her black hair was dishevelled and her nipples were outlined clearly against the fabric of the tight T-shirt she was wearing. I could smell her extreme arousal in the small, close room.
She took a step closer and looking up at me, she said, “My pussy is just as wet and swollen as Sandra’s.” I reached toward her and she blocked my hand, “No, you don’t have to check it for yourself, you’ll have to take my word.”
She stepped back, “The main difference between Sandy and me is that I have self discipline.”

Absentmindedly she bounced my aching cock in her hand as she continued, “We’re going to go out there and Sandy is going to come like a slut right in front of both of us. I have no doubt that you will squirt all over her while she’s doing it. You won’t care who’s watching, you’ll just do it.”
Her bouncing was causing tingles to move over my entire body and I reflected that if she didn’t stop pretty soon I would be squirting in her hand right here in the bathroom. I gritted my teeth and willed myself not to squirt as she continued, “The difference between me and you two is that I have self discipline. I would never consider coming like a common slut just because my slippery cunt is throbbing. Let it drip, I’m not a slave to my passion. When you get out there I’m going to show you how a nice girl behaves when her clitoris is throbbing and sticking out of her cunt like mine is right now. You can be sure that I will take my aching pussy back to my own bed and cream in private after you two have done what you have to.”
She stopped bouncing my dick in her hand and turned the light back off. In the darkness, I heard her voice again, “We’d better get out there, If I know Sandy, she’s already acting like a slut.”

She opened the door and we both walked out.
The desk lamp was on and Sandy was lying in the bed covered up. Her knees were raised, her eyes were closed and from beneath the slightly moving covers, came the unmistakable sound of a slippery pussy meeting an urgent hand.
Susan made it to the bed in three strides. She pulled the covers off of Sandy who was pinching one nipple as she rubbed herself. She didn’t even stop, instead she whimpered, “Please, let me finish, I’m so close.”
Susan reached down and pulled Sandy’s hand from her cunt. Looking at me, she said, “See what I mean, she doesn’t care, she just wants to cream, no matter who’s watching.”
“Both of you, sit on the side of the bed” Susan ordered.
Slowly Sandy swung her legs over sat on the side of my bed, I sat down beside her. I realized that she was naked, like me. The only person in the room who was wearing anything was Suzy.
I sat beside Sandy, my hard cock sticking out and dripping clear pre sperm on my leg as we listened to Susan lecture us.
“The reason, Sandy turned on the lamp is because she is incapable of self control. She wanted us to come out here and catch her acting like the little slut she is. She wanted to be sure we knew that she was masturbating while we were in the bathroom talking.
Sandy said nothing, but sat with her legs primly together. I imagined her as I had seen her so many times sitting in a blouse and short skirt with her legs in the same modest position. I was realizing that I would never really be able to look at her the same way in the future, when Susan spoke to her again.

“Did you want us to see you masturbating Sandra?”
“Yes,” she said in a low urgent voice, thick with excitement “I can’t help it, I am so horny now, I want you both to see everything.”
“You wanted Rick to see you naked, didn’t you?”
“Oh yes.”
“Did your cunt feel good while you were playing with it Sandra?”
“Oh yes, it felt so good.”
I’ll bet you’d like to play with it some more, wouldn’t you?”
“Please, yes.”
“How about you Rick, want to jack off with Sandy here?”
I nodded
“Both of you can jack off until I tell you to stop.”
I reached down and grasped my slippery dick that had been leaking fluid for some time and began to stroke it. Beside me, Sandy was making little circles in her wet pussy and whimpering. One hand went to a breast and began to cup it. My tempo picked up a little.
Susan stood watching us for a while. A bright red flush crept up her neck and colored her cheeks and I could hear her breathing becoming ragged and uneven.
Susan spoke to Sandy, “So, what are you doing Sandy?”
Sandy replied in a shaking voice, “Playing.”

Susan said, a little sharply, I know you’re playing, but what are you playing with?”
“I’m playing with my cunt, I’m playing with my wet slut cunt, is that what you wanted to hear?” Sandy said, her hand speeding up quite a bit.
“It excites you to talk to us while you’re acting like a slut doesn’t it?” Susan asked her.
“Oh yes, I want to talk about it while Rick jacks his hard cock off beside me, I want to tell Rick that I’ve rubbed off about him before, I’ve imagined him fucking me, I’ve wanted him to look at me. thought about it.wanted, umm to feel so good in front of him.” Her hand moved faster and faster, she looked over at me breathing raggedly, her eyes half closed, watching my hand move faster and faster as we both moved closer to our orgasms.
Susan spoke sharply, “I think you’ve both gone far enough, time for a break,” when we both kept stroking ourselves, she said in a louder voice, “I really mean it you guys, Stop!”
I unwillingly relinquished my grip on my cock. Beside me Sandy kept masturbating, her hand moving faster and faster, her body began to arch foreword as she approached an unmistakable orgasm. She was sobbing now and muttering, “Just a little more, oh please, just a little, don’t make me stop now….”

Sandy stepped over and heartlessly pulled her hand away from her wet and swollen cunt and speaking sharply said, “I said enough!”
Sandy collapsed into a pile of disappointment as Susan spoke. “This is what I’m talking about, being a slut, being a slave to your lust, I wish you could learn from me.”
Susan continued, “When I’m dripping wet and I feel I can’t take another second without acting like a whore, I discipline my pussy and make it do what I want.”
Pulling down her boxers for the first time, she exposed her cunt. Her pubic hair was jet black, like the hair on her head. Even from where I sat with my aching boner jutting out in front of me, I could see her swollen lips and, as a matter of fact, I could see her clit sticking out. She sort of duck walked over to us, keeping her boxers from falling down her legs until she stood in front of us and said, “See how hot and wet watching you two sluts has made my pussy?”
Sandy sat in wretched silence, squeezing her legs together. I could hear her pussy making liquid sounds as her thighs clenched and unclenched. My own cock was so hard it hurt and it stuck out in front of me as rigid as a board. We said nothing.
Susan continued speaking, “When I’m this aroused, I suppose it would be simple to rub myself until I cream like both of you are doing, I mean I know how to rub off. It’s not like I don’t know how to relieve my throbbing cunt.”
I noticed that her voice had taken on a husky tone and she seemed to be relishing saying the dirty words as she displayed herself before us. One hand crept down and parted the swollen lips and a finger began to tease her clit.
As she played with herself, she continued speaking, “I’m not really masturbating myself like you two, I’m just showing you both that I am capable of playing with my own dripping pussy, just like a common slut.”

Her voice began to become unsteady as she continued doing this in front of us, “I have to prove to you that I do think about hard cocks squirting hot come all over me,” the pace of her hand increased, “I think you should know, Rick, that in the privacy of my own bed, I’ve thought about you over here squirting in the air, I’ve pictured you watching me…. um doing this, squirting all over…um in my mouth….all over my tits….oh….oh, no, I can’t…umm do this…if I don’t stop….it feels so nice….having you both watch….makes me feel like showing off….letting you both see me….no, I can’t let this happen.”
She stopped and then she slapped her pussy, hard.
“I will not allow myself to be a slut in front of you”
She slapped it again,
She whimpered and slapped it again
A sob escaped her mouth as she slapped it again
Then a series of light slaps and another whimper.
A hard slap and then she was desperately rubbing herself again, her hand moving almost in a blur. With a choking sob, she pulled her hand away, turned her back to us and inhaled a shuddering breath.

A moment later, she regained her composure and turned to face us. She pulled her boxers up and in a shaking voice said, “I hope you don’t think for a single second that I was going to let myself cream in front of a couple of perverts like you both.”
We said nothing. Sandy was still flexing and unflexing her thighs and my cock was harder than it had ever been in my life. As I watched a drop of pre come emerged from the top and rolled down the shaft, which was already shiny from my extreme excitement.
Susan spoke again. “Rick, there may be some hope for you. At least you had enough self control to stop stroking your dick when I said to, as for Sandy, she’d do anything just to bury her fingers in her cunt, isn’t that right Sandy?”
Sandy looked up at her diminutive sister and nodded.
“Tell us what you’d do for permission to act like a slut again.”
In a pleading voice, Sandy replied “I’d do anything, please let us do it for a while, I promise I won’t cream without permission.”
Susan seemed to consider her statement and then said, “What kind of things would you do?”
“Anything at all, anything you say, please let me, just for a minute.”
“Would you suck Rick’s cock?”
“Oh yes, I will if you want.”
“Would you let Rick fuck you?”
“Oh, yes, fuck me please.”
“Would you lick my cunt?”
“Anything,” Sandra moaned, “As long as I can rub off while I’m doing it.”
Susan turned to me and said, “You see what I mean, no self control whatsoever.”
Turning to Sandy, Susan said, “Go ahead girlfriend, go for it.” She gestured for me to stand with her. I got up and stood next to Susan, her arm went around my waist as we watched Sandra sitting on the bed masturbating, so intent on her own arousal that we both might as well have not been in the room with her.
I noticed that Susan’s other hand had disappeared into her boxers and was making slow circling motions under the material. Taking the hint, I resumed slowly and very gingerly stroking my engorged member. I twined my other hand around her waist.
Susan spoke sharply, “Sandra, it’s time to make good on your promises.”
Sandy looked up at us, one hand still stroking her lust slick pussy, the other cupping a breast, “What promise?” she gasped.
“Get down on your knees and suck Rick’s dick.”
Without hesitation, she got off the bed and knelt before me, still rubbing.
Susan whispered in my ear, her warm breath tickling my neck, “Don’t you dare let her make you come.” I nodded and Sandy’s warm and wet mouth closed over my rigid cock and began sliding up and down, up and down. Sandy groaned as she sucked me and the vibration nearly sent me over the edge. Remembering Susan’s warning, I told her to stop, but she ignored me and started sucking with increased vigour, masturbating as she did.
Susan reached over and pulled her off me by grabbing her hair. Sandy backed away looking surprised.

“Didn’t you hear him tell you to stop Slut girl?” Susan asked
Sandy said nothing, kneeling in front of us her hand busy between her legs.
“Never mind,” Susan said, pulling her boxers off, this time letting them fall to the floor, she gestured at her pussy and Sandy moved over and started to lick her. As Sandy was licking her, she removed her arm from around my waist and peeled off her T-shirt revealing a lovely pair of rounded breasts with the hardest nipples I have ever seen before or since.
As her sister licked her, she took one hand and brushed it lightly across her breasts, she shuddered slightly and then turned her face to look at me.
“OK,” she said, her voice shaking, “There’s one more thing Sandy has to do, you have to promise not to come”

Susan reached down and pulled Sandy’s face out of her pussy and said, “You’re quite the little homo aren’t you Slut Girl?”
Susan gestured to the floor and said, “Well maybe you aren’t really a homo after all, maybe you’re just such a slut, you’ll let anyone do you including your brother and you’ll do anyone including your sister, stop playing with your cunt right now!”
“Oh, please, no” Sandy groaned I can’t stop now, not again.”
“Suit yourself,” Susan said nonchalantly, “Get on your hands and knees and stick your ass up in the air.
Sandy did as she was told and then Susan turned to me and said, “This is the ultimate test, I want you to stick your dick in her pussy, but you can’t come. That means you can’t move much and you can’t allow her to move either. Wait here for just a second, I’ll be right back.”
With this, she disappeared through the connecting door into their room leaving me to watch Sandy who was balancing on two knees and one hand, the other hand still busily masturbating her wet slit.
Susan remerged a second later saying brightly, here we are.” In her hand was a condom in a packet. “Better not take any chances, she murmured half to herself.
Kneeling in front of me, she looked up and said, I’m going to put this on you, try not to come in my face.
With agonizing slowness she rolled the condom over my cock and then she said, “Put your cock in her now.”

I knelt behind Sandra and slid my aching prick into the warmest and wettest cunt I have ever felt. I could feel Sandy’s fingers still rubbing her clit. Susan did not need to worry about me shooting inside of Sandy. It wasn’t that I wasn’t so excited that almost anything would have brought me off. It was the fact that I had only entered her about halfway when I felt her pussy contract and a gush of liquid spattering down both our legs. I felt her shudder and cry out, “Oh Rick, you’re fucking me, yes, please fuck me.” Her pussy contracted again and another gush of liquid ran down our legs.
I heard Sandy sob, “Oh yes Rick, please keep fucking me, it feels so nice.”
I was almost out of my mind with the urge to join her in coming, but I knew that doing it inside of her would have been so bad on so many levels. I tried to withdraw my cock, but she jammed up against me, her pussy contracting tightly and gushing.
I forcefully pushed her away and withdrew my slippery cock from her vagina. She immediately rolled over onto her back and cried, “Oh you dirty bastard, I can’t believe you did that, you can’t stop me from doing it in front of you both, watch this.” Her hand resumed masturbating at a furious pace as she shuddered again and cried, “Both of you watch this, oh yes, I’m doing it right now and you can’t stop me.” Her entire body stiffened and she rubbed even faster as a stream of liquid squirted into the air falling back across her stomach and breasts.

As I watched, I peeled the condom from my cock. It was dripping pre come again. I turned to look at Susan. She was lightly slapping her pussy and watching intently.
Sandy stiffened again, another stream of liquid arched into the air and spattered back on her skin. This time some landed on her face. She was lifting her pelvis into the air, making the stream soak her almost from head to toe. She cried out again and twisted herself slightly. The stream arched again, this time landing mostly on her face and across her breasts. Her orgasm subsided into shuddering and small squirts of liquid that mostly coated her hands that were still stroking her pussy gamely.
I looked over at Susan who was still slapping her pussy and said, “What now?”
“Come with me,” Susan said, taking my hand, we went back into the girl’s room, leaving Sandy in a puddle of slowly cooling girl cream. Susan and I walked across the bedroom into their bathroom and shut the door. She didn’t turn on the light.
“Did Sandy tell you about us?”
“You mean getting off together?”
“Yes”
Susan warned me “Don’t ever tell Sandy I did this with you, I don’t usually come with her.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“I like being in control of myself, even if I’m doing almost the same thing.”
I replied, “I think I know what you mean, I’ve never been excited so long without coming.”
“Well, relief is at hand,” Susan whispered, she moved closer and then she kissed me. We kissed and this time, she let me slide my fingers in her slippery pussy while she gently touched and explored my cock.
Then she put her hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me away from her. She spoke in a low passionate voice, “It seems like you have the discipline to really enjoy sex,” she said breathlessly. I want you to talk to me while I’m getting off. You can stroke with me, but you’ve got to do what I say and you can’t shoot off until I say so, agreed?”
“OK”
In the silent room, sounds echoed and were amplified. I heard her fingers, rubbing slowly. She said, “You can’t see me now, but I’m brushing my breasts, would you like to touch them while I rub my pussy?”
I stepped up to her and gently cupped her breasts, lightly rubbing the stiff nipples.
“Ahhhh, yes,” she breathed “that’s it be very gentle.” In the darkness I heard her increase the speed of her rubbing a little.
“I like doing this with you,” she whispered, “Did you like watching Sandy?”
“Yes,” I replied, “So many times I thought I was going to shoot hot cream all over her.”
“But you didn’t,” Susan gasped, “You just stood there with your hard cock jutting out, are you touching it now?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Why don’t you slap it?”
I hesitated and then I slapped my cock, hard.
The effect was electrifying; I felt the slap from my head to my toes.
“That’s it,” Susan breathed into the darkness, “discipline that unruly cock.” And then she said “I’ve got to control my nasty thoughts too” and I heard her slap herself.
I slapped my cock again. The sensation was doubled.
“Susan,” I said, “I’m going to have to slap my cock again and again, it wants to shoot come onto your face.”
“Go ahead and slap it” I heard her whisper, “We can’t have hot sperm squirting all over me, I’m a nice girl and I don’t let guy’s, especially my brother, come on my face.” I heard her slap herself again and she whimpered, “I did that because my nasty cunt wants you to cream all over my face”

I slapped my cock again and said to her, “Do you know what else I’m thinking about doing?”
“No,” she was rubbing again, faster this time.
“Asking you to come all over me like Sandy came all over herself.”
I heard a sharp slap as Susan spanked her cunt again and then a series of little slaps. She spoke again, her voice shaking and uneven “When you say stuff like that, you just encourage my nasty pussy.” I heard her rubbing, this time very fast, “Can you imagine a nice girl like me squirting all over you like some slut in heat, I ought to slap your cock myself for even thinking something like that.”
“Go ahead,” I said, “the more I slap it, the dirtier my thoughts seem to get, maybe it’ll help if you do it this time.” I thrust my pelvis forward and braced myself.
“OK,” she said, “But I think you might have to slap my slut cunt for me too, because I’m getting so hot thinking of squirting all over us both”/
Her slap descended in the darkness and made my cock bounce.”
“Did that help,” she asked.
“I’m not sure, maybe you’d better slap it again”
Another slap and then she said, “You’d better discipline my cunt for me, it wants me to tell you to come in my mouth.”
I knelt down, my burning cock leaking all over my leg. I reached out into the darkness.
“I can’t find it.”
“Here, let me help you.”

Her hand gently guided mine to her swollen and leaking pussy. As I brushed against it, she shuddered and a little juice ran onto my hand. I could feel her engorged clit sticking out.
“Oh, you’ve got to discipline my cunt” she hissed, “See, all you did was touch it and it came on you a little bit. Can you feel how hard my clit is?”
I touched the little nub gingerly and she sighed and then whispered, “Go ahead, slap it.”
I brought my open palm down on her cunt, making a loud report in the small room. She shuddered again and then said, “OK, remember when I told you to hold off from coming?”
“Yes,” I said.
“I really mean it,” she said.
I want you to stay down there by my pussy and listen while I do this, but don’t come until I say, OK?”
“OK”
Her hand returned to her pussy and she rubbed rapidly for a few seconds and said, “Are you stroking your cock?”
“Yes, I said, “but I won’t shoot till you say so, I promise.”
“See that you don’t” she warned and resumed rubbing.
“Rick?” Her voice was shaky.
“Yes”
“You know what I said about a nice girl not squirting all over both of us?”
“Yes”
You know how I said, I’d never be a slut like Sandy?”
“I remember”
“Well, I don’t think I’m going to be the nice girl I that I should be.”
Her rubbing became very rapid and then she sobbed out, “In fact I don’t think I can be a nice girl at all.”

Suddenly I was being bathed in a warm, sweet smelling liquid that was squirting in streams from Susan’s cunt. It hit my face and then my neck and as I heard her mutter, “I’m so sorry, but I’m being a slut just like Sandy,” the stream strengthened and rose to hit my face again. Susan’s stroking doubled and I heard her gasp, “Oh, please, I can’t help it, I’m going to cream now.” This time she issued a forceful stream that just missed my face, but hit my rigid cock dead on.
Her aim was deadly and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it as I felt my tortured cock swell and spasm as her cream spattered against the red and swollen head in the darkness.
“Sandy,” I cried, “I’m going to squirt”
“Oh no, not yet, she cried.”
“I can’t help it, you’re making me do it” and the first jet of come erupted from my long denied cock squirting all the way up to where I later discovered it landed in her hair and on her face. This had the effect of making her lose total control so even while she was scrambling to get near my erupting cock, her pussy continued to convulse, showering me and then the floor with hot liquid which I could hear spattering as she knelt in front of me.
I felt her hand on my cock as it swelled again and I heard her say, “Here, let me do that” and she started rapidly stroking my cock as it continued to shoot hot sperm high into the air. I heard it spattering on the floor as it rained around us and then I felt her hair on my legs and realized that she was positioning her face over my squirting member.
That’s right,” I heard her whisper as she continued to stroke, “do it with me, ahhh, yes do it on me. Suddenly I felt a warm mouth encompass my still squirting cock and she slid her lips up and down, greedily swallowing my seed as it continued to spurt in an apparently endless series of jets issuing from my aching, throbbing cock.
I heard her moan down deep in her throat and heard the sound of her fingers sloshing as she rapidly frigged herself. I felt her stiffen and then heard the sound of spattering on the floor again.

Silence, the sound of rapid sloshing and another spatter as she continued to suck on my dick with all her might. Even though I had ceased to shoot come into her warm, soft, mouth, I was still as rigid as a board and she continued sucking me while teasing herself to first one and then another shuddering orgasm.
Finally we were spent. Using the hand towels, we cleaned up the extensive mess we had made and then went to check on Sandy. She was sleeping in my bed and had apparently cleaned up after herself as well.

I wound up sleeping in Sandy’s bed the rest of that night. I masturbated twice. The first time Susan slept through, but the second time, she woke up and joined me, lying in her bed and whispering to me as we both came in the darkened bedroom.
There’s not much more to tell about this night, but plenty to tell about other events that transpired over time. Perhaps, I’ll use up a few more cassette tapes in future and tell some other stories.

Part 5 of Sticks & Stones

April 26th, 2008

Careful to avoid the loose gravel, Deirdre descended the slope and finally reached the path that crossed the mountain pass higher up. For a long moment she just stood there, listening, her eyes straining in the darkness. She didn’t hear anything and by now it was really dark - she could see no more than a few feet ahead. With a sigh she started walking again. She had to take her chances, as it was far too cold to stay out on the mountain.

She didn’t know how long it took her to reach the branch that lead back to the village, but she was glad she could stand still for a minute. It was dead quiet. Maybe her luck was coming back and those soldiers had moved on. Deirdre was still cautious as she slipped into the village, creeping from shadow to shadow till she reached the other side. Duncan’s place was dark and to her dismay she found it empty. Apparently the daughter had already left for her own place in the next village.

Gnawing on her knuckles Deirdre stood in the dark house. She could stay here. Nobody would come looking here and it was dry and sheltered from the wind. She would not be able to warm herself with fire, but she would survive that. Something felt not right about this idea however, she could not exactly say why, but it made her feel uneasy, as if she took advantage of the death of the old man.

“Damn”, she muttered under her breath as she made her way back to the center of the village. Most houses were already dark for the night, but not all and she had to be careful. The only other safe place she had been able to come up with, was the merchant’s house. That was also the house that received a lot of attention from the rest of the village, which made it also very unsafe. Even so, the merchant was the only one possibly willing to give her shelter for the night.

She had already decided to go back in the morning to collect the bare necessities from the cave. She didn’t know yet where she would go, but she had come to the conclusion that she had to leave the area. It was too much of a risk to stay now that the cave was no longer a secret. She snorted at her own thoughts. Hell, the priest would want to find her, if it was only to save her soul if not his own.

The merchant’s house showed a faint light through a crack in the blinds, but Deirdre circled to the back of the house. She felt safer in the shadows and tapped lightly at the backdoor. She hoped Conn would come to the door himself; his wife was not as broadminded and would have liked her husband to cease all dealings with Deirdre.

With a sigh of relief Deirdre saw the door open a crack to show the grey eyes of Conn. The stout merchant raised his eyebrows in surprise and opened the door wide to let her in. A quick look outside convinced him no one saw the herb lady enter his home and he quietly closed the door again, bolted it and only then turned to have a look at his unusual visitor.

“What’s wrong?”

He gestured towards the bench near the big hearth; the fire already banked for the night. He waited for her to sit down, then lifted a jug of ale from the table and held it up with a questioning look on his face. When she nodded he poured two mugs and settled himself at the table. He observed her taking a sip of the cool liquid and noticed the shiver that went through her.

“Come on, out with it. What happened? You look exhausted.”

Deirdre took another sip and tried to come up with a simple explanation. She failed and looked a bit helpless at the grey-eyed, grey-haired man opposite. He had always treated her with respect; she shouldn’t be involving him. It could be dangerous. She almost stood up to leave again but it seemed as if Conn had read her mind.

“No.” He reached out and took hold of her wrist. “Stay, talk.”

“I need a place to stay, only for tonight. I’ll leave again in the morning.” She took a deep breath to steady herself. Scared to see a denial she bent her head and studied the grains of the tabletop.

“You know I will help you if I can. You have served the people of this village more times than they will ever say out loud.” He let go of her wrist and took a swallow of his drink. “Care to tell me why?”

He watched the woman in front of him with something of alarm. He could not remember ever having seen her this upset, so uncertain. She was a tall woman with an aura of competence but right now she looked more like a girl that wanted to cry or twist her hands.

“Conn, it could be dangerous to help me.” She laughed a little, as that was nothing new. “I mean, more than normal. I did something real stupid.” She sighed before she continued. “I found a wounded man about a week ago, near the ravine on the east slope. I was soft-headed enough to take care of him.”

Conn said nothing; he merely raised his eyebrows.

“He is a priest, the one they are searching. They are still searching aren’t they?”

“I see.” Conn whistled softly between his teeth. “Yes, they want to find him real bad. Seems he’s sorely missed by that fanatic inspector general. For the Inquisition. Father Edward I believe.”

The moment the words left his mouth, the merchant looked sharply towards his visitor. “I seeee.” This time he almost sighed the words.

“But he won’t turn you in, will he? Not after.saving his life?” For a minute his voice rose to something more than a whisper.

Deirdre felt the color rise in her cheeks, but she did not intend to tell Conn the whole sordid story.

“He wants to take me with him to save my soul. He’s convinced this Father Edward will help.” She shrugged her shoulders as if in apology. “I lost my temper at that, but I can’t go back to. to where I used to live. He is still there and I can’t take the risk. You know what will happen if I go with him.”

Conn nodded, guessing from her face there had been more to it than she was telling. Hell, he wouldn’t blame any man for wanting her. “Yes. No need to explain further girl. You can stay the night. But what will you do next? He knows your place now, doesn’t he? Can he lead them to it?”

Deirdre lifted her shoulders. “I don’t know. I’m not taking the chance though. I thought to go back in the morning, take the essentials and leave.”

The grey-haired merchant eyed her thoughtfully, his brain obviously doing overtime as his hand rubbed his chin. With his eyes squinted, he took another sip of ale, swallowed it and placed the mug back on the table. He nodded a few times and a small smile crept over his face.

“You got my message? About me leaving the village for a few weeks?” He saw her nod once and patted her hand in answer to her curious look. “How about, if you went with me?”

She opened her mouth, but he stalled her questions by putting his finger against her lips. Conn knew he was old enough to be her father. Nevertheless, he grabbed every chance he got in touching her. As always the sight of her made his cock twitch in his pants. He let his fingers trace her lips. “Don’t say no yet. Listen first.”

“Ok, I will.” The words were barely more than a whisper.

“I have planned a visit to a big city, not Kilkenny, another one, near the sea. Lots of stuff for me to trade there. I have a few connections to put me in touch with traders there. Now, here’s the important part. There’s a seaport nearby. Maybe folks there are less superstitious.”

Deirdre looked at Conn with eyes wide from wonder. The sea, he wanted her to go live by the sea? Her throat was suddenly dry and she grabbed the mug of ale, downed nearly half of it in one gulp and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Have you ever been to this city? Or the seaport?”

“The city, yes. The seaport, no.” Conn smiled reassuringly. “I have been to Wexford once before. It is big, but it has a cathedral. That’s why I think you should go on to the smaller town by the sea.”

She saw the look on his face, satisfied with his plan, expecting her to agree, and she could almost believe it was possible. Almost. Then reality kicked in again. How would she explain herself? How could she provide for herself? She shook her head and smiled a bit sadly as she put her questions to him.

Conn nodded as he took hold of her hand. He turned it palm upwards and caressed the sensitive skin on her wrist, trailing his fingers up to her elbow. When he felt her trying to get her hand back, he made his hold a bit firmer as he smiled at her frowning face.

“I agree. We have to come up with something. Let me think on it a bit. A good night’s sleep does wonders sometimes.”

He didn’t wait for an answer but stood up and stretched, still holding her hand. He realized this would be the last time she ever visited his house. With a swift movement he brought her other hand up as well, holding both of them above her head.

“Conn, what are you doing? Conn?” She sounded more bewildered than scared.

“Guess I want what that priest got. At least I will not turn you in. You know that, don’t you?”

He stretched her a little backwards and one hand stroked her neck, caressed the soft skin of her cleavage and slid inside the shirtwaist, cupping the firm breast. She tried to stop him, but he had her hands firmly secured. Next she tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but that only resulted in him touching her all the more. He quickly undid the buttons and her breasts sprang free, showing him her nipples were starting to harden despite her protests.

“I have been wanting you for ages. Didn’t you know that?”

He smiled down at her, taking in the angry eyes, the flushed face and the luscious breasts with the pink tips. His cock stirred anew, starting to rise. He ignored her as she tried to reason with him, reminding him of his wife upstairs. His wife was nice enough but the body right in front of him was much more enticing. He bent his head and kissed a path from her neck to her nipples, touching the peaks only lightly with the tip of his tongue.

The renewed squirming excited him. The feeling of power over her body turned him on more than he would have thought and he stretched her a little more, forcing her to thrust her breasts out. The movement made the creamy white globes quiver and he licked his lips. He decided to have her right then.

Deirdre squirmed to get loose. She had never looked at him as a partner, but she was shocked at her own response. The way he held her hands and forced her to present her breasts, made her hot. She was getting a bit desperate to get away from him. So she tried to resist, reminded him of his wife upstairs, but he ignored her and kept teasing her nipples with the tip of his tongue. It was no good; soon she ached to feel his mouth on them, sucking on them. The risk of his wife coming down only added to her excitement, maybe to his as well. Without warning, Conn suddenly spun her around and pushed her on her back, down on the bench. He tied her wrists above her head, using a length of cloth he had been examining earlier.

He followed her efforts to get loose with a big grin on his broad face. “It’s no use girl and right now I’m going to have a good look at you first.” With that he flicked her skirts back and straddled the bench between her knees. Both hands were free to stroke the soft skin of her thighs, his thumbs touching the black curls between her legs. He kept his word and looked her over with burning eyes. His hands fondled her breasts till she closed her eyes. To her own horror she started moaning and she felt her pussy getting moist.

Conn slid forward on the bench, forcing her legs further apart as he lifted them over his own. With her pussy in his lap he could easily suck her nipples while at the same time caressing her hips. His fingers slid between her thighs, opening her to his touch and he felt the moisture starting to well up.

He looked down at the black curls surrounding the now dark folds, unfolding under his fingers, glistening with her desire. He knew it was a bit perverse but the fact she still tried to resist him excited him tremendously. In an effort to make her acknowledge her body’s response he bent further down and licked her pussy. It tasted rich, like cream with honey and he thrust his tongue in, spreading her wide with his hands.

“Stop it. Conn, don’t.”

He heard her getting more frantic in her denial and pinched her nipples in response. Her gasp was enough to spur him on and he freed his cock from their confines. Rubbing his tip over her slick folds and touching the small pearl at the top made her moan again. Finally silencing her protests he slowly entered her body, savoring the feel of her hot, wet flesh taking him in.

Once inside, he kept perfectly still for a few moments, letting his hands roam the body laid out in front of him, making her realize he was wielding all the power. Still seated on the bench with her legs over his, he started playing her body. He fondled her breasts, stroked her clit and kneaded her thighs till she started whimpering at the back of her throat.

All that was needed to send her over the edge then was a few thrusts of his cock. Her climax rippling through her body caused her inner muscles to massage his cock to its own release. His seed hitting her cervix made her buck her hips again, thrusting her clit against his fingers.

“Yes, oh God, Conn, oh God.”

Conn looked at the gorgeous body, sated by the efforts of his hands and his cock, and felt on top of the world. He vowed to make sure this enjoyable flesh would not be wasted on the stake. With a final touch to her clit he kissed her hard on the mouth, pleased that she was no longer resisting him. He watched her open her eyes again and smiled down at her.

“That was very nice. I hope that priest at least enjoyed you as much as I have.”

Deirdre made a face. “He hardly knew what he was doing. I didn’t want you, but you at least know how to satisfy a woman.”

Conn raised an eyebrow. “Was he that bad?”

He bent his head and kissed her nipples again, his fingers stroking her folds as his slackening cock slid out of her. A sound from upstairs stopped him from arousing her a second time.

Deep down Deirdre felt a little disappointed that Conn stopped touching her. His thick fingers and sturdy cock made her horny like hell. Not to mention the fact how he had tied her to the bench and had her spread out before him. She had fantasized about being taken like that, but had never experienced something like it for real. She sighed. Now she had and it had felt great.

He stood up, fixed his clothing and released her wrists. Next he ushered her to the storeroom, grinning that he didn’t want to upset his wife so late at night. Deirdre understood perfectly well. He had no desire to risk a sour mood on the eve of his departure. She felt a little wicked as she squeezed his cock before sending him to his wife. With his promise to wake her early next morning and a last kiss, he closed the door softly behind him, leaving her to find a spot between the bales of cloth ready for trade.

Part 3 of The key

April 26th, 2008

This is the story of Amber, one of the newest members of our swingers group. She has only hinted until now about how she participated in her first “office party” during a stay overseas to asia. She would not specify what country this took place in, but it must have been one hell of a country.

Hello there, my name is Amber, and just a ordinary girl, who wound up in a special encounter. I stand a little under 5′ 6′, wear glasses, and best can be described as a dish-blond librarian.

(Her words, not mine. I have seen amber “cut loose” once, and was very impressed. It involved myself, amber, and two other girls at one of our parties. This girl outlasted ALL of us.)

I got a job as a sales handler overseas for a small shipping company. It was just a job, and some excitement of being over seas. I love the asian countries, the people, the culture, and especially the food.

In a nut-shell, what happened before the “office party” of ours, I helped land us a big contract, and by big, I mean worth several million dollars, from a chance encounter with the shippers owner and his friends. This event caused a big celebration for lunch and dinner to be planned, and I was invited to the “special events” that evening if I wanted to. It was not mandatory, but my boss David hinted that it would be rude not to show up, and have some fun.

I agreed, and came to the party that night. We were all to have the next morning off anyways, and I was looking to finally fitting in with the guys. I was the only girl that worked at the company. Now, what I did not know was just how wild this party, and especially the “special events” would be for me.

Nervous at the party would not be too far off. There were all of seven guys, along with David, and over a dozen of the hottest asian babes I have ever seen! I asked david who the ladies were. ( I figured they were related to the guys, maybe their wives or girl friends.) Turns out I was DEAD WRONG, like usual for me.

David explained that the ladies are call-girls, not wives or girlfriends.

“Call girls?” I asked, sipping on a strong glass of wine. Mind you, by this time, I was feeling pretty good. My brain was not functioning like normal, but then again I still was pretty clueless.

“Yes, they are part of the entertainment we have with every office party thrown. By the way, its about time for it to begin. Excuse me a minute.”

David called the gathering to order, quickly introducing the ladies to me, and letting them know I was one of the office workers, and a new intiiate tonight.

Initiate? what was he talking about? what is going on? My brain was getting duller, and the girls and guys applauded as david presented me to them. I did not understand why he was doing it, as the guys already knew me.

David then asked some very personal, and indiscrete questions to me. But like i said, my brain was not working well.

“Amber, we want to know, by chance are you still a virgin or not?”

“Yes I am.” I blurted out before even thinking of it. I was blushing red soon after.

“No being with man or woman? Nothing like that?”

“Nnnnooo.” the blush was getting deeper, and more pronounced. Several of the guys and even the girls were grinning like wolves at me. I was wondering what was going to happen to me.

“How would you like to earn one hell of a bonus for some services here in front of the group?”

“bbbbonus? hhhoww bibbiggg?” my mind is totally spinning now. most likely it was the wine i was drinking taking effect.

He told me how big, and I was immediate in wanting it.

(for the reader, I tried to get amber to be more specific about the amount she was paid, but all she would confirm was that it paid her rent and bills for the next five-months. If you can pry it out of her somehow, please let me know.)

Before I even realized it I stated “What the hell, I’ll do it.”

I then found out what was required of me to see the bonus payment.

“Well amber, were glad you agree to do it for us. All you need to do is have sex with some of the girls and guys here. simple enough?”

Well, I did agree, and guess now I was totally commited. Then it just sunk into my brain what he said. I choked for a moment, in total astonishment! “WHAT!”

“Yes, all you need to do is have sex.more specifically is this - you will have to eat pussy, give head, and fuck before all of us here. OH, by the way this also means you will get fucked by some of the men here not only in your pussy, but also in the ass as well. And if we chose, we get to cum all over your body. That is all.now lose the cloths, we want to see some major skin lady. Yours in particular.”

My god what have I gotten myself into now? Everyone started clapping in rythem, and calling for me to “take it all off girl,” “lets see your bush and boobs,” along with the popular cat call of “what you having for lunch?”

Finally getting my nerve up, I slowly, and as sexy as I could, (which was not much), I slid off my dress, and then my underwear. I was completely naked before them. I expected to hear groans of disappointment, because I am very small breasted, and have a very poor tan.

I just stood there, shivering a bit from the air conditioning, I saw the men and women getting undressed as well, and I realised this was going to really become an orgy after all. Gulping again in the extreme, and flushing red, it felt like i was red all over in the most supreme of embarrasment.

One of the women, an knock-dead gorgeous brunette, I mean one shaped just right in all of the right ways and places, came over to me. I just kept staring at that beautiful nude body of hers, especially her breasts and erect nipples.

She led me over to a chair, and gently sat me down in front of David. He just smiled at me as he played with his big cock. “Okay amber, time to begin the party. “

Well, I took it into my hands and started stroking it along its lenght, and bent my mouth over it, slowly taking it in as far as I could. I did not like the taste at first, but got used to it after awhile. David started groaning a bit as I sucked as hard as I could.

The lady next to me told me how to use my tongue on it to the best effort, and it seemed ot work. Because soon afterward David was really getting into it, I felt a set of hands run down my back to my bottoms, and over my pussy! When I looked back, a lady was smiling, and then ran her tounge over me down there!

IT felt like a electrical shock going up and down my entire body when she did that. I just shivered in delight, and accidently bit David, hard. He just looked at me, grabbed the sides of my head, and pushed deeper into my mouth.

While all of this was going on with me, the others were getting into a full scale office party orgy! Clothing was everywhere, as was pussy eating, cock sucking, and the beginning of a true fuck fest.

I kept sucking on davids cock, and must have been doing something right, as he was groaning in pleasure from it. The lady kept fingering and licking at my pussy, and I felt like my body was beconing on fire! It was all I could do to pay attention to what I was doing with david. I was finding it more difficult to breath, and pulled david out of my mouth. I got to where I could not take much more, and realized that the groaning I was hearing nearby was actually ME!

I have never felt anything like this sensation before, and still cannot fully describe what a first-time orgasm was like. (Amber joked at this point saying that if a man had a orgasm like a woman does, the man would be a burned out husk. Knowing her I am inclined to believe it.)

I was getting covered in sweat, and my pussy was damp with cum. David pulled me back over his cock,and made me go back to work on it. A minute later, he came in my mouth, and I accidentaly swallowed most of it. David just grinned at me, then bent over and picked me up bodily. He swung me onto the couch, and started eating out my pussy like the lady did. But he was more rough and intense, He had me cumming again before much time passed.

“Now for the real fun amber, get over on your stomach please.”

I did as he asked, not sure what was going on now. I assumed some other girl was going to eat me out as well. But one of the guys came over behind me, smacking me on my butt, and pushed his cock up to my pussy.

“Your right david, she is going to be a tight little one for some time.” I heard him say.

That is when I realized what was going to happen. I just gritted my teeth togeather and tensed up for pain to come. And it did HURT! I thought I was going to be ripped in half when he pushed into me! He did not go slow or anything like that, he just pushed and pushed and pushed, as quickly and hard as possible.

I screamed and cried from the pain, that was all I felt as he pumped his cock in and out of my pussy. The tears were flowing from my eyes, and all I felt was pain, no pleasure at all. This was not what other women had told me it would be like.

He finally pulled out of me and came all over my butt. His last word to me, before going onto another lady was to call me a “Major fucking bitch. You are now a worthless little peice of trash, and a whore at the same time.”

David and the other men jumped all over him for this comment, and he left soon after.
(Amber said the next day he was fired for “personal reasons related to conduct unfit for their workers.”)

Now, one of the older gentlemen, whon I will call Samual, took me aside, and was very tender with me. He made love to me in a way that was not painful or quick, but gentle “like it should be done” as he told me. When he fucked me, or more precisely he let me fuck him, he touched me in ways that drove me “WILD!”

While I thought it lasted only a couple of minutes, It turned out we were doing it for about ten minutes before he came inside of me.

The party broke up later in the evening, I got fucked three more times by the men, and eaten out by two more women. Unfortunately, I could not build up the courage to eat out a ladies pussy in front of everyone else.

When I got home that evening, I had to take a long, COLD shower to “cool off” and get all the cum and sweat off of me,

That was one hell of a party.


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