Maya, Antonia, Mary Lou, Cindi, Antonia’s new boyfriend Mason, and I sat on Antonia’s porch having a few beers and going over the plans for our wedding, looking for anything we might have missed.

The first signs of Spring had appeared, and students were wearing shorts once again.

Maya and I had wanted to move into a new place after we began living together, although we weren’t hopeful of finding anything nice in the middle of the school year. By an incredible stroke of good fortune, the two coeds who had been living in the apartment upstairs from Antonia never returned from Christmas break. Antonia put us in contact with the landlord, and we signed a lease right away. It was a very large and nice apartment–same floor plan as Antonia’s–but more importantly, we would be living just a flight of stairs away from Antonia. Maya had sublet her own apartment for peanuts, but that could not be helped.

“One of the many advantages of having a bisexual girlfriend is that we can all ogle the coeds, and nobody gets mad,” observed Mason, as a couple of hot female students walked by on the sidewalk before us.

After Antonia dumped Emile, Maya and I had talked about helping her find a suitable replacement. The first guy that came to my mind was Maya’s ex, but she quickly discarded this suggestion.

“I don’t think Antonia liked him that much.”

We decided to think about other options, and left it there.

Shortly after we became lovers with Antonia, I asked Maya whether Antonia was still interested in finding a man.

“I asked Antonia about this,” responded Maya, “and she said yes, but she said she didn’t think it would be easy.”

“Did she say why?”

“Yes, she said it would be hard to find a guy compatible with her lifestyle.”

“That’s true. I worry that she might end up leaving us.”

“No way. She said there is no way in hell she would allow some guy to force her to change her lifestyle. If she met some guy, and he wanted to take her out of this life we have, or if he would not be a good fit for us, that would be a deal breaker.”

To emphasize her point further, Maya added: “She’s not gonna give up her life for any guy. She was very adamant about this.”

“That’s good to hear. I was a little worried, quite frankly. I don’t know if Antonia appreciates how central she is to our life. I would be totally heartbroken if she left us.”

“Me too. I love Antonia very much.” After a pause: “I think she does know.”

Mason came into our lives quite by accident. Antonia and he met while waiting in line at the checkout counter in the University Bookstore, and began to chat. Mason asked her out, and Antonia accepted. They fucked on the first date; no surprise there. Then they went on a few more dates, and Antonia seemed to take to him. When Mason suggested that they take their relationship to the next level, Antonia said she wanted me to “have a talk” with him.

“I’ll talk to him,” I agreed.

I asked Mason a couple of days later for a bite to eat and a few beers at a popular bistro-type place less than a block from campus.

After a few minutes of small talk, “What are your intentions with Antonia?” I went straight to the point. “Antonia is an extremely sexual person; I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

“Yes, I have.”

“The point I’m trying to make is that she will never be monogamous. She might marry you, have your children, but she will always have other lovers.” I paused. “And another thing: she will be the boss of you. She is incredibly sweet and kind, but she will expect you to always do as you are told. Is that something you can live with, and accept?”

“Yes, I can accept that.”

“You need to do better. You need to embrace it.”

“I really like Antonia a lot. And, you guys are crazy, I love your lifestyle, and I would love to be a part of it.”

“Excellent. Welcome to our family. Trial basis, of course!” I laughed. He laughed too.

The air cleared, we had some more beers, and then parted ways.

Maya and I had wanted a small wedding, just close friends and family. Her and my parents were opposed to our idea, believing, as most parents do, that their friends should be invited to their offspring’s weddings. The battle between us and them had finally been settled and fifty people would attend. Our parents were paying for it, so there was that.

The wedding was to take place here in our college town, it being the place where Maya’s parents lived. They were both professors at our university. The wedding was almost upon us, to take place in two weeks. Something Maya and I wanted, to the horror of both sets of parents, was that Antonia, Mary Lou, and Cindi accompany us on our honeymoon. Antonia wasn’t sure whether her relationship with Mason had progressed to the point where we should take him on our honeymoon, but Maya and I thought it would be nice for him to come, so he got invited too.

“That’s weird, only the bride and groom go on their honeymoon,” Maya’s mother had complained. “It’s their time to be alone and fuck each other’s brains out.”

“You don’t understand, görükle escort mom, we all fuck each other!”

Maya’s mom’s only words were: “I just hope none of our friends find out.”

“Are you kidding, how are they not gonna find out? It’s not a secret!”

Her mom just shook her head and walked away. Our parents would have to deal with it. It wasn’t that Maya’s mother minded Maya sleeping with other women. As she had said to Maya and me one day over dinner: “every woman’s a lesbian.”

Between all of us, we had decided that we would go to Hawaii, and instead of renting the Bridal Suite, we would rent the Presidential Suite, which had three bedrooms.

All the women in our gang, which we called our family–as well as Maya’s older sisters Taylor and Roxana would be Bridesmaids. Felix would be my best man. That much had been settled. Antonia’s plus one would of course be Mason, Mary Lou and Cindi were of course a couple, who, by the way, would soon be getting married too. Taylor would go with her husband Dave, and Roxane with husband Chris.

“I’ll be in charge of organizing your bachelorette party,” announced Antonia.

Nobody questioned her right; it was only natural, she being Maya’s oldest and best friend.

“Do you need help” asked Mason.

“Of course not, this is a girls’ thing; boys have no say,” Antonia sternly corrected him.

“I hope you’re not planning to have strippers,” Mason asked stupidly.

“Strippers are what bachelorette parties are all about. Don’t you know anything about girls?” It was Mary Lou’s turn to scold somebody.

Mason looked at me, hoping for support. He still had a lot to learn, I thought to myself.

“Girls will be girls. Of course they should have strippers. It’s tradition,” I explained simply.

“So where do we find strippers?” Cindi, the practical one wanted to know.

“Google is your friend, sweetie, remember?” answered Antonia.

“Oh, yes, of course.”

“Should we do it now?” Mary Lou was getting excited.

“Not with Maya here,” said Antonia. “It’s supposed to be a surprise for her.”

“I already know you’re planning it, what’s the surprise?” snorted Maya.

“The details, my love, the details!” laughed Antonia.

“Can we get a video of the party?” I asked.

“We’ll see,” Maya offered, laughing. “No promises, though, okay?”

“Sweetie, please bring me my laptop,” Mary Lou instructed Cindi. Cindi did as she was told, and brought it out to the porch.

“Actually,” explained Mary Lou, without looking up from the screen while she typed on the keyboard, “some agencies have this deal where, if you hire a certain number of strippers, they’ll do a video recording of the party; some are very professional, with several cameramen to get all sorts of different perspectives, and stuff. Then they edit it and give you a finished product.”

And to Antonia: “Kathy Baker had that for her bachelorette party, do you remember her?”

“I remember her, but I didn’t go to her party, we weren’t that close; didn’t know about the video.”

Mary Lou continued: “when you hire a stripper agency–a full service one, I mean–they take care of everything. They have like different packages; you pick out the strippers you like from their catalog, and they take care of the rest.”

Time was running out. If the wedding was in two weeks, the bachelorette party would have to be this Friday. Antonia’s job wouldn’t be that hard; find the right agency, select the strippers, pick out decorations, drinks, food, party favors, music tracks, the date, of course, and place. Some agencies had agreements with different party venues if you didn’t have an adequate place of your own.

The girls looked through several adds for agencies on Mary Lou’s laptop, and picked one they liked best. You could reserve online or in person. They decided that they would all go the next day in person, except for Maya, of course.

The hard part would be deciding who to invite. There were the obvious ones: Maya, Antonia, Mary Lou, Cindi, Taylor, and Roxana.

“We can’t forget Kristal,” volunteered Mary Lou. Krystal was Mary Lou’s younger sister.

They finally decided on seven friends of Maya’s and Antonia’s. One of them would probably be a no show because she lived overseas. They were left with thirteen women expected to attend. To Maya’s and Antonia’s delight, they would all confirm and attend the party. I had met most of them, and they were all pretty hot.

“How many strippers should we get?” asked Cindi.

“As many as you want,” I suggested. “I don’t think you should get fewer than five.”

“Wouldn’t that be too many?” complained Mason.

“The more the merrier. Let the girls have their fun,” I answered simply.

As Friday approached, Mason, Felix, and I agreed we would meet that evening after dinner and go bar hopping, have a few beers, engage in deep conversation, and dance with some coeds.

I had suggested to the girls that they dress extra hot for the party. I pointed out that since the event would be video-taped, they would want to look bursa merkez escort their best. Reinforcing this idea, Maya also wanted this movie to form part of our official “Wedding Memories”, and we should count on keeping it forever. “Also,” I pointed out, “there’s gonna be naked men there. I’m sure you would want to look good for them!”

“And, if you’re going to be drinking, you shouldn’t drive,” I had warned Maya.

“Not to worry,” she had explained. The agency would send by a limo to pick up each girl at their respective home.

On Friday evening, as I watched Maya get ready, I could see that she was quite aroused. When I reached under her tiny skirt and touched her pussy, it felt soaking wet. “You’re excited about tonight, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am. Does it bother you, or do you like it?”

“I like it very much! I’m very happy for you, and it excites me that you’re excited.”

“Thank you, my love. You are truly the best fiancée any woman could hope for!”

I leaned against the bedroom door and watched Maya finish getting dressed and doing her makeup. She looked ravishing in a faux leather black tight-fitting miniskirt, a low-cut sleeveless satin white blouse, large dangling earrings, and her black six-inch platform pumps, and underneath, a black thong and bra.

Antonia came upstairs and walked into our apartment, which was unlocked, just like it usually was. The house had two apartments, Antonia’s and ours. To get into the building, you did need a key, but once inside the main door, we had no desire to restrict access to the individual apartments.

“We should go down, love; the limo is waiting.”

I looked at her and said: “You look absolutely delicious, Antonia!” She was wearing a pink knit miniskirt, matching cropped tank top, no bra, matching pink platform pumps, and party makeup.

“Thank you, sweetheart!”

“In a sec, sweetie, I just need to plug my fiancée.”

“I want you to wear this tonight when you go out with your friends, so you’ll be thinking of me.” Maya showed me the stainless buttplug she wanted me to wear.

“Bend over for me, honey.” Maya lubed up the plug and inserted it into my rectum. Then she gave my ass a nice slap.

“Come on, Maya, love!” Antonia insisted. “The limo is waiting and we still have to pick up all the others!” Antonia was getting anxious.

“When do you expect to be back,” I asked them. “At around twelve,” answered Antonia. I gave Maya and Antonia each a wet tongue kiss, and wished them a good time. I messed up their lipstick, so they had to redo it, standing in front of the large mirror in the foyer.

We all said “I love you,” at the same time, and, holding hands, they rushed out the door, their high heels making their typical clickety-clack as they scampered down the stairs.

Felix, Mason, and I went to a couple of bars, drank a few beers, and danced with some coeds. It was a pleasant evening, but I missed Maya. At around midnight, Maya phoned. I could hear music in the background. There had been a change of plans. Instead of ending at the planned time, the party would extend at least another hour. She and Antonia would be back at the house after two. It told her that I would probably be in bed by then.

Maya woke me when she walked in; she kicked off her heels noisily and climbed on the bed to kiss me.

She obviously had had a little too much to drink.

As she kissed me in the dark, I detected the unmistakable taste of cum in her mouth.

She placed her hand on my ass and gave my buttplug a little pull. “We’ll take this out tomorrow morning, ok, my love?”

“Whenever you say, my love. So, did you have fun?”

“Oh yes, I loved it, it was wonderful! Everybody had so much fun!”

“I’m so happy to hear that! Why don’t you take off your clothes and come to bed?”

“Okay love, I’m so tired; but in a good way!”

Maya began to undress, dropping her clothes on the carpet.

“I want to hear all about your party!”

“You’ll be able to watch EVERYTHING once we get the video.”

“When is that gonna happened?”

“Normally two days, but they might have it tomorrow.” A pause. “I’m quite sure tomorrow.”

Maya got into bed with me, spooning me as she always did,

She whispered in my ear: “I love you.”

I answered: “I love you,” but I don’t think she heard me, she had already fallen asleep.

Maya was a little hung over the next day.

We both woke up at the same time, as we normally did.

She smiled at me warmly, and kissed me.

“How is my party girl?” I asked.

“Wonderful! It was soo fucking amazing! So fun! Too bad you couldn’t go!”

“I didn’t know I had the option,” I feigned surprise.

“You didn’t, silly. It was only for girls!” Maya laughed.

“So did everybody else have fun too?”

“Oh, yes, everybody, even Taylor–and you know how she’s wound tight like a fucking clock–but she got with the program right away. Sucked every single guy several times. She even took off her dress, and Mary Lou started sucking bursa escort bayan on her tits while she sucked off one of the strippers. It was fucking wild. Roxana is another story, she’s a slut, as you know. Nobody had to tell her twice. And then Maya had a funny thought and laughed. “Maybe some people think I’m a slut, ha, ha!”

“You mean there was sucking?” I asked in shock.

“What’d you think, silly?” laughing again.

“Well, I’m glad Taylor gave herself permission to have fun.”

“Yeah.”

“She started to worry after we left, though. Said she didn’t want Dave to find out what she did, made us swear we wouldn’t tell.” Maya sounded a little worried about her older sister. “I really don’t see how he’s not going to find out, you know, I mean, how can you keep that a secret?”

“I don’t think Dave would mind; it was just a party, what’s the big deal?”

“I guess you’re right.” Maya sounded a little relieved.

“Jealousy is so stupid,” I said thoughtfully.

“I know.”

Maya felt my ass for my plug.

“I would never take it out without your permission.”

Maya smiled at me warmly. “I know you wouldn’t, honey! I know you would never disobey me! I’m not checking because I don’t trust you.” Thoughtfully, “you know, it’s like when you own a beautiful thing, like a painting, or something else of great value, you just need to look at it sometimes, you know. It’s like that, and your tight little asshole is one of the most beautiful things I own. I just love reminding myself that I own this tight little fuck-hole!” She pulled gently on my plug and let go, and I felt my anus pull it back in.

“What other beautiful things do you own?”

“All of you, honey, all of you, I own you,” and she stuck her index finger on my chest.

She smiled and kissed me

I took Maya’s face in my hands “Oh my, you did have fun, didn’t you, there’s dry cum on your face and hair! What did you girls do?”

“You’ll have to wait for the video,” she giggled.

“I can’t wait, please tell me!”

“No. You will just have to wait. And, anyway, you’ll enjoy it so much more if I don’t tell you anything about it beforehand!”

I gave up insisting.

“Are we watching it with the others?” I asked.

“Yes, with Antonia, Mary Lou, and Cindi, and Antonia wants Mason to watch it with us too.”

“That sounds so hot!”

“Yeah. Look, you’re so excited, you’re so hard, and you’re leaking!” She wrapped her hand around my cock.

“Let me help you get cleaned up. You look a mess,” I offered.

“That is so sweet of you. I love you so very, very much!”

“I love you too, you know that, don’t you?”

“Of course!”

I gently licked the dry cum off her face, even licking her eyebrows, inside her nostrils, inside her ears, and around her lips. The cum in her hair would have to wait for when we showered later in the day.

“I’ve been so fucking horny since last night, my love, I need to fuck so bad!” Maya whispered hoarsely

“We have all day today. We can fuck all day long,” I answered, almost done licking her face clean.

“Yes, let’s; let’s fuck all day!”

We started to make out, passionately kissing, she stroking my cock and running her fingers up and down the crack of my ass while I fondled those enormous breasts I loved so much. I moved down to kissing her neck and then kissing her breasts and sucking on her large nipples.

“I’m gonna eat you until you cum,” I whispered,

“Yes, make me cum, I need to cum so bad!”

“Wait, wait!” she stopped me. “Let me change your plug for a vibe.”

With that, Maya pulled my plug out of my hole and put it in her mouth to clean it. Then she placed it on the nightstand. She slipped a finger into my ass, still slippery with the plug’s lube, and we kissed passionately. She reached for a large vibrating buttplug on the nightstand and lubed it up. Then she inserted it in my rectum, turned it on, and wiped the lube off her hands and whispered: “make me cum.”

I moved south, Maya spread her legs and I began kissing the insides of her thighs, moving teasingly towards her pussy and asshole. I kissed and licked, converging agonizingly slowly towards her holes. She was soaking wet, her whitish vaginal lube running down the crack of her ass. Maya responded with violent spasms when I finally placed a gentle kiss on her clit. I slipped two fingers in her pussy; and her asshole, lubricated with her vaginal secretions, easily let in another two fingers. I finger-fucked her two holes as I licked and gently nibbled on her erect clit.

Then I turned her over, grabbed her hips from each side and pulled her up onto her knees, her asshole now in my face. As I thumbed her clit, I pushed my tongue into her anus and her sphincter surrendered to my tongue. I tongued her deeply, as she invited me in.

I released her, and slipped my right thumb into her rectum, and two fingers from the same hand into her pussy, and moved up to kiss her back, then her neck. I went back to tonguing her holes, switching from one to the other. Then I turned Maya on her back again, and kissed her mouth as I fingered her holes. Switching from tongue to fingers and back, over and over; I pleasured my fiancée for over two hours. She came spasmodically several times during this period, screaming each time at the top of her voice, like she always does when cumming.

This is the fourth story of a short series examining male sexuality; more specifically my sexuality.

As I have got older I have found the borders of sexuality becoming blurred. I am no longer as aware of just what I want from sex as I was when younger and less experienced. Now I seem to want new and different sexual kicks. What was taboo once is now becoming acceptable. Well it is to me.

It’s not essential to read the other parts first, but it might help.

If you associate with what you find in this or any of my other stories, why not write and tell me? I would love to discuss it with you.

*

A little bit of me wanted to punish my wife. That could almost be justified for I had just found a pair of panties in her bag; damp, wrinkled and clearly used panties at that. But our marriage wasn’t quite like that. We didn’t punish each other, we didn’t usually check up on each other and we didn’t tell the other what we had been up to when we were out on own.

I hadn’t asked her where she had been that evening and I certainly hadn’t told her that I’d been at a gay sauna. I didn’t question her about the panties, but then I didn’t tell her I had been sucked and wanked by two guys in that sauna.

My increasing bisexuality was, or so I thought, my problem to cope with and solve myself, I didn’t need to involve anyone, least of all my Kelly. But of course she was involved. She had been the meat in the sandwich of the threesome we’d had in Boston when we met Brad. She’d been as up for it as I and it was her who had pushed Brad’s and my erect cocks together and then made us lay side by side as she put our hands on the other’s cock and signalled for us all to mutually masturbate. So she was involved and she had an inkling of the change in my sexuality, but we hadn’t as yet really discussed that.

When I had arrived home from the gay sauna the thing I most wanted was to fuck my wife.

I’d forgotten she was out so I had to ‘kick my heels’ for an hour or so until she arrived home. After a drink and a kiss, or maybe a kiss then a drink I told her I wanted her, badly. Actually I didn’t say that. I said.

“Come on Kel, I need a fuck, get yer knickers off.”

She looked guilty and scooted off to the bathroom making me feel suspicious; I don’t know why, but I was.

For some reason, and I had never done it before, I looked in her bag and found her panties. I can’t say for sure what was my strongest emotion, but excitement at the thought that she had recently been fucked by another man was near the top!

I grabbed her immediately she came back.

“Come on then let’s go to bed,” she said smiling so innocently at me.

I pulled her into my arms.

“No here,” I growled, kissing her deeply and shoving my tongue straight into her mouth. She kissed me back and ran her hands through my hair. I got my hand up the skimpy sparkly top with the thin spaghetti straps and, as I’d guessed, there was no bra. She has quite small, but very pert B cup tits and she can go without a bra quite easily, but I still thought ‘fuck it I should have dug deeper in the big wags bag she always carried, maybe there’s a bra there too!’

I was almost immediately hard. I shoved that firmly against her stomach, she squirmed back at it. I got my hands up her ‘shorter than a nearly forty year old woman should really wear’, denim skirt and gripped the deliciously rounded, pliable cheeks of her as good as perfect arse. By fuck it felt good.

“I’m gonna fuck you over the arm of the settee,” I groaned.

“Yes fuck me like that,” she responded. She’s nearly always up for anything, the dirty cow, as I called her, usually when we were fucking.

I pulled her top up so that her tits were bare and rolled the skirt up round her waist as I turned her round and manipulated her towards the arm of the sofa. She lay over the arm, her delicious arse in the air; she looked fucking awesome.

“Come on then, don’t promise what you can’t deliver,” she smiled shaking her arse at me. I undid my trousers and pushed those and my boxers down. I got behind her and pulled the thong to one side. Her cunt and arse beckoned at me like two beacons. I stroked her lips and slid my fingers inside. As always, she was already wet, the sexy bitch.

Laid before me, her skirt bunched round her waist, her body bent so that her back, neck and head were lower than her waist and her slim, shapely legs straight and slightly parted, she looked really horny. Her cunt lips were glistening and the pale brown, puckered skin round her anus seemed to be beckoning to me.

I leaned forward, holding onto her by the hips and licked her ass. I shoved the very tip of my tongue right against the wrinkly skin feeling the hole open a bit. I knew she liked that so I wasn’t surprised to hear her gasp and feel some shudders go through her body.

It was then that it came to me, that I had the idea, the need and desire. Yes it was as I looked at my bent over wife, her thong pulled to one side, her tits, cunt and ass bare that I realised what I wanted. We’d done it before so I knew it wouldn’t be a major surprise for Kelly, but I wasn’t sure just why it became such a strong obsession for me. Just why I felt so strongly, why I wanted so badly to fuck my wife’s ass!

Was it my burgeoning bisexuality, a reaction to being in the gay club, a sort of punishment or what?

I rubbed the head of my cock along the length of her slit making it as wet as I could with her own juices. She clearly thought I was going to enter her for she pushed back a little and moaned.

“Yes, James, yes, fuck me.”

Instead I put my fingers to my mouth and soaked them with my spittle which I rubbed all round that tan-coloured wrinkled skin. She still didn’t realise I was onto something else, for I often did that.

“Come on, come on,” she urged.

I wasn’t sure whether she was acting for she’d had her fill earlier and wanted to get this over and done with or, whether perhaps she hadn’t had enough, particularly if she’d been with some bloke in a car or, if she really was well aroused. I chose to believe the latter.

Pulling my cock away from her lips I pressed the glistening, shiny wet head right against her hole.

“Oh no, no,” she grunted sounding a little pissed off.

“Why not?”

“I want to be fucked properly.”

“This is properly,” I said pushing harder and seeing the serrated skin start to expand and the hole start to open.

“James no.”

“Kelly please,” I asked pushing just a tad harder. “Say it’s ok.”

“Oh fuck,” she moaned sounding resigned to it. “Let me lift up a bit?”

I removed my hand from the middle of her back where I had been sort of holding her down. I saw between her thighs one of her fingers slithering downwards as she searched for her clit.

“Ok, now fuck me like this,” the dirty bitch suggested, rubbing herself.

I again took hold of each of her hips and lifted her just a little bit to get the angle exact. I licked my fingers putting loads of spittle on them and rubbed that onto my cock. I was slightly leaning backwards as I started to push further.

“Of fuck, oh shit, oh fucking hell,” Kelly groaned.

“Is it ok, or is it too much?” I asked.

“Ugh, it’s ok,” she grunted, go on, push.”

As I eased forward so she pushed back and slowly but very evidently my cock vanished right up my wife’s arse.

*

A few times over the next couple of weeks I thought of visiting Peter or going back to the gay sauna, but something stopped me. I don’t know what it was, but I felt I didn’t want that, I didn’t want to be with a man or express my gay or bi tendencies.

Kelly and I had sex most nights and I was feeling sexually quite sated. I was busy at work and was playing a lot of golf so I guess I had other things to occupy me as well. I had no feelings of wanting any gay experiences and I never looked at a guy and wondered what was under the clothes the way I did to nearly every well proportioned, and some not so well proportioned, women I met or saw.

“Did you want to go further?” Kelly said her face on my hip, her hand holding my dick.

“When?” I asked wondering just what was coming next.

“With Brad.”

“How do you mean?” I asked my fingers finding her small left breast and squeezing it as I played for time. I don’t like being put on the spot like that.

“When he did this?” she asked slowly pumping my prick.

She was referring to the threesome we’d had in Boston with a guy we, or she really, picked up in the bar of the Copley Place Marriott. We had taken him back to our room and I had watched him shag her, something I had wanted to see for years. After that she took over and made us lie on our backs propped up against the pillows and headboard. She then took our hands placed them on the each other’s cock and slowly made the same pumping motions as she was doing now. Leaving our hands there, she had then started to play with herself and we ended up with Brad and me jerking each other off as we watched Kelly make herself cum. It was heady stuff indeed.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Although we had a pretty open marriage and we were quite liberal in our views and in what we said to each other, I had been loathe to open up to her about my increasing sexuality dilemma. It had been going on for a year or so and I was now convinced that I was bisexual. Bisexual that is in wanting, now and then, sexual thrills from men. With my typical double standards or twisted logic, it wasn’t in the form of wanting to fuck a guy’s arse as I did my wife’s, or have mine fucked. I didn’t look at men and fancy them or imagine them naked. It was just that occasionally I would get the urge for something different and I would end up at a male masseur or a gay sauna, where I would get jerked off. I hadn’t yet, other than Brad and when I was a kid, actually masturbated another guy and the sensation of going down on a guy was still waiting me, but I knew that was just a factor of time and opportunity, not desire.

“Well you seemed to enjoy him wanking you,” she said, doing just that, “I wondered if you would have liked more.”

“Such as?” I asked, my cock starting to harden as I pinched my wife’s nipple and felt her cool fingers pumping me.

“Oh I don’t know, this maybe?” She said as she licked up the length of my semi-hard cock.

“Mmmmm,” I groaned as those lovely feelings raced from my cock to my balls to then be transported throughout my body.

“Well?” She asked.

“What,” I moaned as her fingers rubbed round my balls and between my legs.

“I asked,” Kelly said slowly, pausing for a moment or two as she licked the tip of my cock “Would you have liked Brad to have sucked your cock?”

What the fuck do you say, when your wife asks such a question? Unlike most answers I give her when she is getting near the mark, I told the truth.

“I’m not sure?”

“Not like this?” She asked taking my cock deep into her mouth and sucking me nice and hard.

“Oh God, Kel,” I sighed gripping her silky, blonde hair as she bobbed her face up and down on me. She really was fucking brilliant at blow jobs.

Taking my cock from her mouth, but holding it like a lollipop as she licked it she went on.

“Or would you have preferred to have sucked his cock?”

I was so pleased it was dark and she couldn’t see my face, for I was embarrassed and concerned at what she might think; after all, admitting that you would probably like to both suck another guy’s cock and have yours sucked by him isn’t easy to say to a wife of as many years as we’d been married.

“I don’t know, luv, I just don’t know,” I grunted giving into the lovely feelings that her mouth and fingers were causing.

She pulled me onto my side, her lips still wrapped round my cock doing the most incredible things to me. She held my cock with one hand and slid the other round my hip. She stroked, caressed and rubbed the cheeks of my arse her fingers slowly moving nearer and nearer to the crease. They got there, they slid slightly inside, they ran through it, they stroked right along its length, one found my hole, it pressed, it sort of enquired, I pushed back, she got the message.

Still licking and sucking my cock, Kelly removed her finger from my bum and her mouth from my cock. I dimly made out her licking her finger and then that was back on my anus and my cock was back in her mouth, a sublime combination. She pressed again, I pushed back again and her finger slid in me. Up and up she went, slowly but surely going nearer and nearer to my prostate. Although I was slightly worried about her long, pointed fingernails, it was fucking awesome. It was as though I was being fucked in two different places, but then I was. Ok, it wasn’t like a woman having a cock up her pussy and another up her arse, but it was pretty close.

She increased the pace with which her mouth fucked my cock and slowly, but very surely went further and further with her finger.

“Ok?” She asked taking my cock from her mouth so she could talk.

“Yes,” I grunted, slightly embarrassed at the pleasure I was gaining from having my wife finger fuck my arse.

The combination of my cock being sucked and my prostate stimulated was amazing, something I had never fully experienced before. Momentarily I wondered where Kelly had learned such erotic arts, but I cast such thoughts out of mind; after all why concern myself with how she learned to give such pleasure when I was getting such pleasure?

I find it difficult to last very long when being sucked nicely by a woman, especially, although it’s rare, when bareback. So when Kelly not only sucked but also fingered my arse, it became doubly difficult to hold back.

Grabbing one of her little tits and stroking that and getting hold of a handful of her golden hair I grunted.

“Fucking hell Kel, that’s fantastic, I’m cumming.”

I went to pull myself out for she doesn’t usually take it in the mouth, but she held me in there. The feelings as my cock exploded in my wife’s mouth as her finger stimulated my prostate really were indescribable. As I revelled in having my arse finger fucked and shooting my cum into her tight mouth I did wonder which gave me the most pleasure. I also wondered whether the fact that it could just as easily have been a man doing those wonderful things to me made any difference.

The Ride

10. Sometime in late July, the first year.

My hair splayed out around me as the trickling flow of the stream lifted and carried it. Soothed by the water, my body warmed in the desert sun. I held Tom’s hand and squeezed with love. We had been lying in the creek for nearly half an hour, letting our tired bodies come back to themselves after fucking so so hard. Sighing deeply, I filled my lungs and felt my chest rise. We were both naked. I raised my head and looked down at my body. My breasts were flattened across my chest, nipples soft in their areolea. With a little sigh, I swept my fingers over them, curling my nails across my flesh.

I was sure I knew how to make them perk up. I got my coltish legs under me and gingerly made my barefooted way to the Jeep, where I got the bottle of Dr. Bonner’s soap from under the seat and wash cloth and a tube of lube from my bag.

Returning to the creek, I wet the cloth and drenched it in the soap before bringing it to my pussy and bottom and washing gingerly. The soap stung delightfully on my tender ass and around the new ring in my clit hood. Sitting in the water, I spread my legs up-stream and made a dam of them catch the water and rinse off as I lifted the cloth and soaped up my breasts and under my arms before I lying down in the rush, letting the flow wash me clean.

Fresh again, I moved to Tom and washed him up too. He crossed his hands under his head and relaxed as his woman ministered to him. I liked bathing him. We’d have to do this again.

I returned to the Jeep and got the bucket from between the seats to use to rinse him off. Tom is a big guy, and where the stream itself might wash little me off, there was no way I could rinse off Tom without help. Once he was cleansed, I knelt between his legs and took his peppermint smelling cock into my mouth, sucking him lovingly, making him hard for me.

He stiffened wonderfully. The long, smooth shaft of him pressed to the back of my throat as I drew my lips along the length, sucking gently. Hard and powerful, I felt him pulsing on my tongue as I plunged my head down onto him. As my lips held him close in me, I laved him with my tongue, sweeping it over him and around him as I bobbed my head up and down. My wet hair clung around my back and shoulders and fell in wet tendrils to his stomach as my face moved on and off. I inhaled deeply as I sucked him in, loving the sensation making love to him with my mouth. It was heavenly to have him inside of me.

I lifted my mouth from him only reluctantly, but with eager anticipation too as I uncapped the tube of lubricant. Looking Tom in the eye, I swabbed my bottom with it, touching the tips of my fingers inside to push it in. We’d done this only a short time ago, but I thought I could take him there again. I opened to the touch of my finger, pushing the lubricant up and into me, readying. I filled my palm with it too and daubed the slippery stuff onto Tom’s cock.

“Again,” he asked, a little surprised.

I smiled. “I like it.” I was pretty sure I would be a bit sore. But I wasn’t lying. I do like it.

Moving over him, kneeling astride him, I held his cock up to my ass and brushed the head of it between my cheeks. Touching it up to my hole, I rolled my hips and felt myself open for him, and I slid down.

I cried out. But I rose up again and came down harder.

“Fuck my ass, Tom, I love that you fuck my ass!”

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That Lindsay and I were going to turns dropping Tom off and picking him up from his river trips that summer had started as fun. A laugh. I can’t even remember which of us suggested it, but it seemed so risqué and daring at the time. No, that isn’t true. I do remember. It was me. Me and my silly romantic ideas. Lindsay was to take him to the company warehouse, wearing some revealing little outfit, looking all blonde and gorgeous, and make a big deal of leaving him for two whole long weeks, and I would pick him up clad in something just as provocative and gush about seeing him again and how much I had missed him. And since we would be using his own Jeep to do so, we knew his fellow guides would be full of questions. What was up with the two girls? It was supposed to be funny. And if he had back to back trips, we were both going to go down to spend the night with him. Seems dumb now.

When it actually came down to it, aside from the very first time, Lindsay was always kept from making the trip. There was a trip to see her parents, and, after that, the schedule of the volleyball camps she was coaching never seemed to allow her go. So I went.

The Jeep doesn’t have air conditioning, so I never wore much. I draped a bath sheet over the vinyl of the driver’s seat and striped down to next to nothing for the journey across the desert. It was a hot drive. Very hot. And this particular time, after Lindsay had moved out, I was also so miserable still that she had left me. Left us. I wanted to see Tom so much. I wanted to love him and have him love me too. I needed his touch. I needed to hear his voice and just talk with him. I hadn’t even been able to call him because he was in the wilderness.

When I got to the warehouse, it was obvious Tom’s crew was not back yet. I was wearing a retro blouse I had found at a thrift shop that was blousy and gauzy and totally revealing if I moved. So I moved a lot. The sateen strips parted to expose pleated sheer inserts and as much of me as anyone cared to see. My little denim skirt was an unconstructed tube. It was short. If I lifted it up around my waist and let it drop, the silly thing just barely snagged on my narrow hips, and that cling was all that kept it on me. I hadn’t bothered with anything under it. For one thing, I liked being kind of daring like that, especially away from home. For another, I found it just a little uncomfortable wearing panties just then. Not that wearing them was so horrible, but going without felt better since my little modification operation. I couldn’t wait for Tom to see it.

I was up on the front bumper of the Jeep, waving and dancing with delight and anticipation, when the crew truck rolled in. They all whooped and hollered when they saw me, so I blew kisses. Hopping out, Tom loped to me, and I jumped right on him as he came close. Our first kiss went on for five minutes, as I held to him and just refused to let go. My legs were wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck and my body pressed so tight to him. My skirt must have bunched at my hips in the embrace, exposing a lot of Kelly to the other guides. Oh, well.

But suddenly I was crying in Tom’s arms. I had told myself I wouldn’t. I was over it. Over her. But there I was, crying and holding on to Tom. He asked me why, concern heavy in his voice as he shifted his hold on me, trying to get me to look at him, clasping me again until I just told him. The woman we loved, Lindsay, didn’t love us. We were dumped.

He held me even tighter. He wrapped his strong arms around me and just held on. For a long time. He just held me. I loved him for that.

I quieted at last and he let me down again, my legs wobbly under me then.

When he finally spoke, his voice was calm and reassuring, deep and low and soothing and true. “Jan really hurt her, you know? Just graduated and left.” he said softly into my hair. “Linds never was over her. Their break-up was hard on her.”

I sniffled. “Didn’t sound hard. They were really fucking noisy about it.” My voice sounded shrill. I hated that it did.

Tom held me tighter and kissed my cheek. “Jan was her first love, honey.”

I sputtered, “She was my first! Why is that more important for her than for me?”

Tom almost shrugged, then redeemed himself by hugging me instead. “She is still in love with her. More than she loves you.”

I sniffed again. “More than she loves you too?” I hid my face in his shirt. It was an old worn one, so very soft, the ones I liked to wear myself when lounging around our home. It kind of smelled, but it smelled of Tom, so that was okay. I bunched it under my fingers and held on.

“Lindsay was never in love with me.”

I nodded into his shirt, affirming my reply. “She was. She loved both of us.” I still wanted to believe it myself.

Tom kissed the top of my head. “No. She wanted to be in love with you, and I think she tried. I was only allowed to be around because of you.”

I didn’t want to believe him. I had seen the two of them making love. They cared for each other. The way they touched, the way… it occurred to me abruptly that they had touched very little lately. When we made love, I made love to both of them, but more and more they each only made love to me. Why hadn’t I seen that? Why hadn’t I understood that?

No. I blindly thought they were as much in love with each other as I was in love with them. I wanted that to be true. I needed it to be true.

“How do you know all this,” I demanded in exasperation. “It isn’t fair you know things I don’t.”

That time he did shrug. “She was honest with me when we went out last winter, before you came along. She was open about being lesbian and that we weren’t going to get involved, she just wanted to…”

“Fuck?” I finished for him.

“That was what she wanted,” he continued. “Once she understood I was fine with that, she opened up a lot. We weren’t supposed to get involved.”

I stamped. “That makes no sense. She opened up to you because you weren’t going to get involved?”

He nodded. “Some people are afraid to let others know them too well. Sometimes they run away if they even think someone understands them.”

“Why,” I wanted to know. I needed an explanation. “I have always been looking for someone who understands me, who knows me without having to be told.” Like you, I meant to say. I wish I had.

“Come on,” he said. Taking me by the hand, he led me around and into the Jeep. With a wave and a shout to his crew that he would be back in the morning, we roared out of the warehouse yard and into the desert to the north, driving for over an hour as Tom let me cry as much as I wanted to as we talked. I thought I had cried before, but I was wrong.

Finally, he pulled onto a side road that looked like it had not seen traffic in years and slowed to a crawl that actually made me enjoy the scenery. The view was fantastic, rocks all fluted and scored by the passage of wind, water, and time, and taking a good look soothed me. We finally stopped beside a barely running stream and turned to kiss again. Tom’s hands found my body, teasing and tempting me as he caressed me and discovered my bare flesh under my clothes.

I squirmed hotly as his hand rose up my thigh. “Tom,” I breathed, “I have something I need to show you.” I had barely said it when his fingers grazed over my lips, touching my pussy so lightly and lovingly. Touching me teasingly, rolling a finger up and…

He stopped, moved his finger again and made sure he found it. I shivered a little at the touch. Drawing back a little, he looked at me hard.

Turning in my seat, I pulled up my skirt and showed him.

“Wow,” he said. “When did you do this? His fingertip reached to touch the ring through my clit hood delicately. “Has it healed?”

“I had it done almost two weeks ago and no, it hasn’t.” His finger drew back carefully, afraid of hurting me.

Tom stared at the ring, almost unable to do anything but look at my pussy and her new adornment.

“I was depressed about Lindsay. I just did it. But I have been thinking about it for a long time.”

He laughed and took me into his arms and hugged me close, pulling me to almost into his lap as he wrapped me up and held me. “I love you, Kelly.”

My whole body trilled when he said that. I came up kissed him so hard.

“I want you so,” I murmured into our kiss. “We shouldn’t fuck until I heal. I ccan suck your cock. And then…”

“And then?” he repeated.

I pressed my body hard to his, hanging on to him tight, before slipping out of the Jeep. “I want you to fuck my ass.”

*****

We met when I was 19 years old, a sophomore. I thought of myself as so mature and sophisticated then. I’d had lovers, and I’d had sex with boys who weren’t my lovers. I could get into bars like the one where Tom was playing the night we met. I can’t say I noticed him right away though. Boys with guitars are everywhere, aren’t they? During a break, he sat down at the table I was sharing the table with some people I barely knew, but which was better than standing alone. After greeting them, he looked at me like he’d never seen a woman before. There was wonder in his eyes, and hunger. No man had looked at me like that before. Certainly, I had had guys come on to me. And I had flirted with boys too. But there was something entirely different in the way Tom admired me. It was not at all safe. I liked it. I flirted back, but I held him off. Playing hard to get was fun for me just then. I’d discovered control and was enjoying it.

But I went back to see him play the next week, taking two friends along for company. They gracefully vanished when he sat down and asked me out. I knew he would. I’d seen his eyes. That hunger I saw in them must have been contagious though, because I slept with him on our first date.

I had slept over on our second and third dates too. We were at his house on the morning after the third one, on a Wednesday, and all I had on a little blue tank top and nothing else, fresh from the shower, with Tom shuffling around trying to figure out what to do with me. We were both ditching class, something rare for me. Drying my hair in his tiny little bathroom, feeling self-conscious and bold at the same time, I knew that my pubic hair and ass were exposed every time I lifted my arms. Tom complimented me, but I dismissed it, saying I had a guy’s ass. Way too skinny. Not full and round like the other girls. I had been naked with boys before, of course, but not running around and staying that way naked, like I was then. I’d rarely just been naked.

But I liked that he had complimented my ass.

For some reason I can’t recall now, I led us out into the backyard. Chilly, barefoot, wearing only that little blue tank, flouncing around past the woodpile, trying to make sure I didn’t step into any of the remaining piles of snow or on anything else, feeling—knowing—that my top had come up and exposed my bottom to Tom’s eyes as he stood by the back door and watched me. My nipples were very stiff too, in the winter air. I felt, perhaps for the first time I my life, that I looked sexy. Not just kind of pretty. Not cute in some outfit. Sexual.

I was still newly sexual, really. Tom was only the 13th guy I had done. (I don’t know if that is a lot. I sometimes think that it is. Is it? I’d love to know. I tried looking it up and couldn’t find the answer.) I didn’t go around broadcasting my more confident sexuality, it just seemed to show. As a freshman, I had been a bit of a wild child, and some of the guys I dated may have known I would go to bed with them when they asked me out. I liked sex. I went down on all of them before we fucked, because I like to have a cock in my mouth. As a sophomore though, I only dated two guys. I’d broken up with the second around Christmas. And then there was Tom.

I wasn’t used to being looked at the way that Tom looked at me in his backyard that day. I knew some boys thought I was pretty, but there was something heavy and intense in the way Tom followed me with his eyes. I kind of felt, and this may sound silly, that while those other boys liked me, thought I was attractive, fucked me and whatever it is boys do about the girls they sleep with, Tom appreciated me. He made me feel gorgeous.

None of those other guys exhibited an undue interest in my bottom either. And Tom’s interest wasn’t really undue; He seemed interested in all of me: my hair, my breasts, face, neck, tummy, legs, feet, pussy. And my ass.

He took me inside and back to bed. We fucked after I blew him a little. I love giving head. Giving head makes me wet. It makes me feel so powerful too, to be giving pleasure to a man. Tom always took care with me as we made love, learning how to respond to my body, the sounds I made and what they meant. I had really known a lover like him before. I had heard other girls talk about sex like that, but I hadn’t experienced it. Certainly I’d never known one who fucked me until dawn. I came and then came again.

I moved under Tom’s weight as he rode atop me, absorbing the sublime ecstasy of his cock driving in and out of my sex. I squirmed each time he pushed the full length of it all the way into me, feeling it pressing to me, almost too deep, then the flex of his hips as he rubbed the base of his cock on my clit. When that happened, my body shivered as little shocks swept through me.

My wrists were bound to the corners of the bed, and I wrapped my fingers around the straps that secured me and pulled. I’d never been tied up for sex before I met Tom either. He had bound my wrists with my own panties the second time we had made love, and I had liked it. Just then, the dynamic tension in my muscles met the flood of electric sensation radiating outward from my clit and I cried out. I’ve always been a loud girl, but I was certain I was louder than ever then.

Raising my legs, I bent my knees and tugged at Tom’s hips, fucking him as that marvelous cock slipped in and out of me. Wisps of my long hair caught on the damp skin of my face and neck as I thrashed my head back and forth. How I loved fucking Tom. Could I have been falling in love with him? After three dates? Yes.

I was sweaty and limp from multiple orgasms when Tom untied me and urged me onto my tummy. Dipping his head, he licked me between my cheeks, something no one else had done, and he ran a finger over my dark star. I shivered as he did, vaguely aware of what he was thinking. My body didn’t seem to mind, but my head had questions.

He didn’t ask me. He just aimed his cock into me and before I could even suggest we have a nice, long, rational conversation about butt fucking, he was inside of me. God, it fucking hurt. He held still, stroking my back and bottom gently, letting me get used to the shock of having his thing in me there.

He told me, reassured me, promised me that he would stop if it hurt me. But he had already hurt me, hadn’t he? I focused on the feeling of him in my butt and then he moved, slowly, gently, deeper, then out again.

The sensation was alien and uncomfortable and I wanted him out of me. He kissed me, not moving for the longest time, just letting me relax and… and what? Enjoy it?

He moved again, and it wasn’t so bad. The sting was gone. My ring throbbed dully but not painfully. He just felt so weird in me.

Slowly, he began fucking me. He cock seemed so much longer and thicker than when it went into my cunt. It felt different. His strokes were slow and deliberate as he let me get used to this new and horrible sensation. I hoped he would come quickly. I had already sucked his cock and fucked him. How long could the man go on? But Tom can last a long time when he wants to. One night, we fucked until I came as many times as my age. I think he knew he should hurry though, that first time he fucked my ass.

He did, and I was glad.

On our next date though, he asked what I wanted to do after we had dinner, and I surprised him by saying, “I want to do what we did last time.” I’d talked to some of the other girls in the dorm and thought about it a long time (two days), before I got some special purpose lubricant and planned my answer, should the subject come up ever again. I came that night, from being done up the butt. We rollicked and rolled, and I came so delightfully.

Then, after five more dates, spring break came and I didn’t hear from him anymore. I couldn’t believe he just dumped me like that. No call, no anything. And I was far too proud to find out.

I arrive home after working nights and climb into bed with you. You snuggle up to me – the warmth from your body and the softness of you breast pressed against me lull me to sleep quickly. Later in the morning you get up. You watch TV for a bit and muck around – after midday you run yourself a nice long bubble bath. You start to get undressed for your bath. You decide to give yourself a good shave – all over. You work do you legs and pussy making them all nice and smooth – you love the feeling of your pussy being bald, you start thinking of your pussy being licked and start getting wet. You sneak into the bedroom and grab your waterproof toy.

You jump back into the bath, you lather yourself up, running your hands over your body, gently over your hard nipples enjoying the feeling. You continue to reach down to your now smooth pussy, you run you hands over it, gently brushing your clit. Grabbing your toy you turn it onto a low hum and slowly ease it over your clit, you’re are enjoying the sensation of the hot water and vibration on your pussy. You turn it up more and slip your dolphin deep inside you. Mmmm – that feels good – its warmed up with the water and also pushed some of the hot water into your already warm very wet hole as you slipped it into you. You lather up you hands and reach down to play more, you rub your clit and reach further round to gently rub your tight little hole. Your mind start to wander – think of me fucking your wet pussy, and knowing how much I would love to feel my hard dick slide into your tight little ass. Without thinking one of your fingers dips into your tight hole and you start to finger your tight ass while rubbing your clit. You quickly cum doing this.

You leave your toy in yourself vibrating away as you wash up. You pull the plug and relax as the water goes down around you, running down off your beautiful body. You fuck yourself some more with your toy as lay in the quickly emptying escort bursa bath. Then you get out and dry yourself off. You put your rob on and still feeling horny you decide to surprise me. You sneak back into the bedroom and get something sexy and skimpy, and some of your toys and the lube. Ducking back into the bathroom you start to prepare yourself. You run the sink full of warm water and wash off your toys, then you grab a small vibrator and lube it up, you squat down and ease it into your tight ass, mm – you like your ass being used when you are in the right mood – and you think you might be today. You play with your ass for a bit until its comfortable, rinsing your toy in the water and cleaning it off you get the next biggest one and do the same thing – you continue on till you have a mid size vibrator in your tight little ass, filling it nicely – it feels good having your ass full and you feel nice and slippery. You dress in whatever it is you pulled out, you also slip one of your vibrating bullets into your wet pussy and turn the vibration up. Mmm – you think it would be a good idea to let me take pics – cause it doesn’t happen often – you grab the camera and also the leads to connect it to the tv.

You then sneak into the bedroom, putting the camera next to the bed you plug the AVI extension leads into the TV and then connect them to the camera. You then kneel next to the bed and gently reach under the sheets, you slowly wrap you hand around my already hard cock, I let out a light moan as you do – grinning you slowly ease the cover back till I’m uncovered. You climb gently take the head of my hard cock into your mouth and start to suck, you slide my cock deep into your mouth and just hold it as you play with my balls. You love the feeling of your mouth being filed with cock – makes your pussy even wetter than it is. With you free hand you slowly ease your vibrator in and out of your slippery ass. You slip bursa escort my cock out of your warm mouth. You know I was enjoying it by the noises I was making, you put a couple of toys and the lube in easy reach of the bed, you make sure that what the camera see is on the tv and then you crawl up between my legs, you slip my balls into you mouth – slowly sucking on them as you wank my hard cock. You look up and see my eyes open enjoying the sight. You slip my balls out of your mouth and give my hard cock a long lick as site up for me. God you look so sexy in lingerie!

You direct me to the camera and I take a few pics of you sitting there – then you continue to work on my cock with your mouth – I take a few more. Then you start to crawl up my body – your breasts rubbing against em as your do – I take more pics – some of than great cleavage, but mostly of you sexy eyes – you have beautiful eyes baby!!

You then whisper to me to lay still and close my eyes – I feel you start to suck my cock, but also you hands now slippery sliding all over it – you take your mouth away and start wanking me – sliding your hands all over my hard cock it feels so good – I’m thinking you going to give me a wicked hand job – but then you stop. I feel some movement (you taking the vibrator from your still lubed ass). Then I feel you crawl up my body again – kissing your way up – I’m thinking you are going to slid your hot pussy into my hard cock – but I feel instead the tightness of your ass pushed against the head of my cock instead of your warm wet pussy. You ass is loose enough and slippery enough that the head of my cock quickly slips inside you – you stop there adjusting to the size. I open my eyes and look at you – I see you grinning at me and you say to just lay still and don’t do anything. You slowly start to ease yourself further down – doing little in out movements and stopping occasionally – my god it bursa merkez escort bayan feels so good and so tight!! You feel nice and relaxed and in control – you’re actually enjoying it. Finally you feel the base of my cock and you know you have me all in your tight ass. You feel full!! You stop and just snuggle up to me savouring the feeling – knowing that I am loving it – I cuddle you and and whisper how much I love you to you. You grab your remote and turn it up setting the toy in your very wet pussy vibrating – I feel it inside you and tell you how good it is.

You slowly ease your self into a sitting position and tell me to take pics cause you don’t know when you will do this again. You slowly start to rock a bit getting used to it then you lean back – letting me get a good view of my cock up your ass and you dripping pussy – I of course take pics – then use a vibrator on your clit as you sit there – good I love. You’re still wearing the lingerie and you look so good!! You are feeling a lot bolder now and enjoying your ass fucking – You slowly start to spin around so your are facing the tv – you tell me you want to see what’s happing – I get some good pics of you fucking me with your ass – which you see al of – You ask for the camera and I hand it over – you position it in between my legs looking up at you ass and pussy – I can see on the tv it has a great shot of you full ass and wet pussy – you pull the toy from your wet hole and ask for your big toy – You set the camera to movie and lean back and ease you big dildo into your wet hole – god it looks good on tv – I wrap my arms around you giving you support – occasionally brushing your very hard nipples setting you moaning. You get a bit more vigorous with your fucking and have and orgasm – You the take the toy out and sit up and face me again – cock still in your ass – then you start to fuck me like my cock was in your pussy. I quickly cum in your ass. You cuddle up to me before slipping yourself off. You get on your hands and knees giving me a good view of your fucked ass and pussy – the cum slowly leaking from your ass – you want pic – so I do. Then your clean up and snuggle back up to me – we lie like that for a bit – your feel nicely satisfied.

The graphic Halloween sexual adventures of a barely legal valley girl continue when she encounters a second masked man. And more! Although this story is complete in itself, reading THE HAUNTED HOUSE CLUB first will doubtless increase your enjoyment of Part Two. Some readers pointed out to me that in Part One the night had just begun, and they were not wrong. Hope you like it and hope you please don’t forget to mash that vote button for ol’ Five Eight. Peace out.

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Tied with her hands and feet fastened together with a pair of pantyhose, Megan Jones heard the door to the private VIP room close but not lock when the dashing Xavier Roman left with three other men. Lisa passed out shortly afterward so Megan needed to cut her own bonds with the carving knife they’d left for that purpose on the coffee table. While she clumsily attempted to get at the blade the door opened.

A man appeared in a domino gel-mask with a black and white diamond pattern. He wore a black suit with a white shirt ruffled in the front and at the cuffs, not unusual clothing for Halloween night. Closing and locking the door behind him the man padded inside, moving with the lean and sensuous economy of a leopard. He paused to look at Lisa unconscious on the couch, then Megan, before he prowled to the glass wall overlooking the Haunted House nightclub. Megan saw he had his thick wavy brown hair pulled back in a ponytail in the dimly lighted soundproof room.

He said nothing and neither did she, but she regarded him intently. Had she not seduced Xavier Roman earlier she would have considered seducing this man in the mask; he was hotter than Xavier, taller and more handsome with a slender muscular build. Megan marveled at his sexy economy of movement. He returned to stand before her with his hands on his hips before kneeling to examine her fetters. Her wrists and ankles had been tied individually, then the two sets of limbs secured together. In such close proximity to her pussy she knew he could smell her. Lisa wore a black silk dress; Megan was naked.

Reaching a hand into the side pocket of his jacket he pulled out a switchblade knife, clicked it open. She gulped, thinking he meant to do her harm, but the masked man sliced through the pantyhose between her hands and feet, which still left her bound. He closed the switchblade and put it back in his jacket. Then he placed her tied hands underneath her secured ankles and lifted Megan by her ankles. As he raised her feet higher and higher her arms slid behind her thighs. He kept lifting her into the air until her arms slipped behind her buttocks and her hands finally rested behind her back. She thought if he hadn’t smelled her pussy before he certainly could now because her ass was only inches from his nose. At last he set her back on the couch and gently helped her into a sitting position.

His strength and gentleness turned her on. He combed her curly mop of blonde hair out of her face with the fingers of both hands, placed a fatherly kiss on her forehead. The man stepped back to admire her beautiful face and body.

“Who are you?” Megan asked.

“The rogue.”

The way he uttered those two words increased her heart rate. He removed the cork from the bottle in the iced bucket on the table, filled a champagne flute next to it. Touching the glass of bubbly to her lips he gave a single nod, indicating he wanted her to drink. Megan drank gratefully, she hadn’t had a thing to drink since the milkshake Xavier bought her downstairs and about half a pint of sperm more recently, also courtesy of Xavier.

After she drank the entire contents of the flute the rogue refilled it and sat down beside her. He took a sip and put the glass to her mouth again. Megan drank the rest of it. All her problems receded in a fuzzy distance due to the quick intake of champagne, it also rinsed the salty taste of Xavier’s come from her mouth, not that Megan minded the taste of semen. The mere thought of being made to swallow another load or three had her steamy juices overflowing once again, nipples arched and aching.

The rogue apparently noticed because he leaned his face close to hers. She edged forward to kiss him. He kissed her back till her honey dripped sufficiently to wet the couch. Megan slid her ass upward a little and opened her knees in invitation so he could view the wide splayed lips between her legs if he wanted to. Instead he got up to give Lisa a shake to waken her but she slumbered on, would probably be asleep for hours after all the booze she’d drunk.

Megan pouted in disappointment but he slipped back onto the couch next to her again. She realized the masked man was only checking to make her sure her friend was okay. His economy of words and motion created a mysterious aura around him, larger than the one Xavier had conjured for Megan. The fact he left her tied up had caused more fresh juice to form in that tender crease between her thighs.

“Touch me,” she whispered, bold with görükle escort the fantasies and the champagne whirling through her head.

He delved a long forefinger inside her and kissed each one of her straining nipples. Then he began seriously fingerfucking her with a confident steady rhythm that awakened and betrayed her inner slut. She panted in ragged little gasps, raised her hips and shoved against his hand, her sweet breasts jumping and bouncing with her efforts.

“Oh, oh, oh god,” Megan whimpered as his finger goaded two orgasms from her with ease.

The rogue held the fragrant digit to her mouth; she sucked it greedily. When he reclaimed his finger he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the ottoman where Xavier had buggered her an hour ago. He seated her on it and stood directly in front of her, hands on his hips again. Megan kissed the zipper of his trousers and nibbled at the lump behind it.

She rolled her eyes up to meet his. “I want to suck you off.”

The rogue smiled and Megan knew he was going to grant her her wish. Down came his zipper and out came a penis as hard as a railroad spike and about the same size. She sucked on it as eagerly as she’d sucked his finger. Megan could taste the fact she wasn’t the first girl to get lucky with the masked man tonight. She quickly disposed of the guilty coating of evidence and almost as quickly he took the Halloween candy right out of her mouth. She frowned at the unseemly deprivation of such a mouthwatering treat.

“Give that back,” she commanded.

But he was busy rearranging her facedown with her knees under her belly propping her ass up in the air. Better yet, she thought looking back at him, he’s going to do me. The rogue reached inside his jacket pocket again, this time producing a large buttplug. He wedged the blunt rubber nose into her pussy a minute to get it lubricated. When he removed it the black tip was positively glistening. She squirmed when he applied it where it belonged, pushing firmly to widen her sphincter. The teenager grunted as more and more of the thing sunk into her stretched anus. When the base defeated the expandable round muscle resisting it and sunk out of sight only the handle remained visible between the cheeks of Megan’s ass. The rogue twisted the handle this way and that turning the plug inside her rectum while wordless drawn out noises issued from her mouth. She’d never had much anal experience in her 18 years prior to this Halloween night, but after two different men had introduced fingers, a dick and now a big toy to her tight rear the more she’d begun to like it. Megan felt the sudden intrusion of his sizeable prick in that drenched declivity underneath her asshole. The rogue fucked her till the smell of pussy permeated the air of the whole room.

She shuddered with more powerful orgasms while on her belly on the ottoman, rapidly becoming her favorite piece of furniture.

He freed his long cock to her long sigh. Then he repositioned Megan again to be sitting on her cute little bubble butt with the plug still firmly embedded in place. He presented the tip of his shiny wet member an inch from her lips. She inclined herself forward eagerly and engulfed him into the back of her throat, squirming her fully packed ass on the leather upholstery of the ottoman. Her head bobbed up and down on his prick, mouth tightly encasing him from the plumhead and swallowing to the balls on every suck. The rogue remained still, hands at his sides, while Megan did all the work. She could taste her cunt on him for the first minute as she slurped with genuine enthusiasm. She’d thought the night was over after the departure of Xavier, but in walked Fantasy Fuck

from the Haunted House Club.

Megan couldn’t see many details of his face because of the gel-mask and half-light, had only heard him speak two syllables, but he sure looked hot to her standing there with his impressive equipment jutting upright from his fly. Since the stranger wasn’t facefucking her like Xavier had it took her nearly fifteen or twenty minutes to coax what she wanted out of him. Finally he stepped back and his prick began to spit and spurt thick white torrents in her face. Megan caught as much of it in her mouth as possible, she loved drinking come from the source, but had to settle for lapping up the rest as it dribbled down. When his strong warm squirts ceased unfortunately more than half of his come dangled in sticky strings from her chin or had dripped onto her tits or ran between them, streaking down her flat tummy. Several oatmeal-like globs congealed on the tops her thighs.

It was not uncommon for her have an orgasm sucking a dick and her juice smeared the handle of the buttplug and left a stain on the ottoman by the time the rogue got his not inconsiderable rocks off. He breathed as heavily as she did at the conclusion of their unexpected unprecedented naughty encounter.

A digital camera came out of his pocket next and he bursa sınırsız escort bayan snapped several photos, set the camera on ottoman, adjusted her on her knees. After nudging her shoulders forward a bit he turned her head so both her come covered face and the handle of the plug were in the shot. He stowed the camera after more pictures and got her seated again on the ottoman.

“Ohmigod,” she gasped, breasts juddering. “I hate to see all this protein going to waste, there should be a plastic spoon on that coffee table. If you’re interested. I’m not in any position to feed myself.”

The rogue found the utensil in a flash and spoonfed her every bite of the leftovers. Megan smacked her lips, requested another flute of champagne. The stranger may have been a rogue but he was a gentleman too. Thirty seconds later Megan was getting her drink on. The rogue tipped the bottom of the flute increasingly upward so she could guzzle down another entire glass since her hands remained tied behind her.

“Whew!” she said with a ladylike belch.

He set the empty glass on the table, reached inside his black jacket instead of one of the side pockets. After a switchblade, a buttplug and a digital camera Megan wondered what was going to be next. But in the dim light she saw him writing with a Sharpie on a scrap of paper. A love note? She doubted it very much, but her curiosity was as aroused as her tightly packed booty.

Didn’t this guy know how to talk? Who cared, she thought, the tremendously exciting rogue knew how to do other things. He put the pen away and held the paper up for her to read.

He’d written: Back in 5 mins. Leave it in your ass.

His eyes stared into hers to see if she understood. “I’ll leave it in all night waiting for you to get back, studley.”

He went over to Lisa sprawled on the couch napping. She had rolled onto her side with her back to the room. Her dress had ridden up over her ass and since the doorman had collected the two girls’ panties at the door Lisa’s naked pussy was all pooched out, her asshole reddened and enlarged from playing host to six silver orbs as big as ping pong balls, and God knows what else. The rogue shook his head and exited.

The door shut behind him. Megan sat nervously twitching her fat young ass on the ottoman awaiting his return. Then the door opened again almost immediately but it wasn’t the rogue standing in the doorway. Two big black dudes with shaven heads wearing baggy shorts five sizes too large and white gel-masks crept into the room. Despite the masks Megan recognized them as the men from the stage downstairs who had stuffed all the buttbeads into and drawn them out of Lisa’s anus an hour ago during an off the lease floorshow.

“That white boy’ll be back in no time. Hurry up, Antwan.”

“Hurry’s my middle name, Darrell, but it’s gonna take him a while to find what he axed the guy in the hall for,” snickered the other man as he approached Megan undoing his fly.

Megan realized the futility of crying out in a soundproof room. The two studied her briefly: from her shock widened eyes to the lovely pair of outstanding breasts and hairless kootch down to the pantyhose wound around her slim ankles.

Antwan smiled at Megan, “It smell like pussy bigtime up in heah, girlfriend. You musta been doing the nasty for a quite a while with them white boys, but it’s time to try some chocolate sticks for Halloween.”

“How about a dee pee, honey? And I don’t mean Dr. Pepper.”

Antwan laid down on his back, his ebony erection sticking up, and twisted poor Megan over on top of him and spread her knees wide enough to accommodate himself. His tumescence buried itself to the hilt in one clean stroke inside her juicy pussy and she groaned loudly, her hands still tied behind her. Antwan sucked Megan’s pink upthrust nipples and rapidly jammed himself in and out of her squishing cunt.

Darrell grinned at the sight of the buttplug handle nestled in between Megan’s asscheeks. “Ah, man, this is tight! Slow down, son, this bitch got junk in her trunk. There’s a little obstruction back here.” When he withdrew the plug it sounded like a cork popping from an old wine bottle followed by a demure brrpt, the obligatory fart Megan had come to expect her anus to expel when a man uncorked her. “I was wrong, this a big obstruction.”

He placed the buttplug on the ottoman and poked his massive equipment almost all the way inside her gaping asshole. A few strokes later Darrell sheathed himself all the way thanks to the helpful toy that enabled him to start moving more quickly, like a human jackhammer. Antwan and he got a terrific tandem rhythm going, out of her pussy and up her ass, and vice versa. Megan

figured this probably wasn’t the first time they double penetrated a writhing little young white girl, perhaps Lisa had experienced the same thing onstage and Megan missed it, preoccupied with the spurious bursa otele gelen escort bayan vampire Xavier and his magic wand.

Megan was incredulous at the two men’s masterful dual power and she purred in ecstasy. What a night of firsts, she thought, the end of my ‘exit only’ era and a vigorous threesome with two black guys sandwiching me. She’d never let a brother test drive her pussy before and now she had a double shot of men of color. They pummeled her unmercifully and she screamed as wave upon wave of gut wrenching orgasms washed over her entire body.

“Ohhh, ohhh, ohmigod!” she wailed.

“This hole’s a screamer,” noted Darrell.

“And a comer, too, she done got my nuts AND my shorts wet,” exclaimed Antwan.

But Megan’s body quaking pleasure ended too soon, she knew the two guys hurried fearing the imminent return of her roguish lover. What would he say if he caught her like this? Hopefully if he did he’d respond by adding an awesome facefuck to the fray. She lay on the ottoman quivering after they’d filled both of her orifices with an abundance of sticky goo. Another strident fart sounded when Darrell unsheathed his happy prick from her ass.

Antwan picked her up, angled her genitals down at the carpet so the excess of come would drain and maybe her white friend wouldn’t notice they’d kept things warm for him in his absence. Darrell aided the outflow by stirring a finger in her behind. No help was required for her wide-open cunt, come leaked out in buckets of its own accord. Antwan turned Megan over his knee, spreading the moons of her buttocks while Darrell reinserted the buttplug. She sighed as it popped right back into place. Even in the dimness she saw a pool of semen the size of Sacramento on the carpet before Antwan sat her back down on the ottoman. The men worked with haste and efficiency.

One said to the other: “Mr. Drake sure was right when he told us there was some trick or treat candy going to waste upstairs.”

“Let’s jet, that white boy looks like the type to carry a gun.”

“He definitely carries a buttplug.”

Darrell stuck his scummy finger in Megan’s mouth for her to suck clean. “Damn, I wish I had some time to get to know you better, sweet thang. It’s been real.”

They hopped to the door still pulling up their shorts. It had no sooner closed when it opened again. In strolled the rogue, he returned carrying several towels, relocked the door behind him. Apparently he’d run water on the towels and wiped at her face and neck. She thanked him when he rubbed her back and upper body down. Tossing the used towel on the carpet (which just happened to hide most of the big come stain) he pushed Megan down on her back on the ottoman. With the switchblade he cut her tied ankles apart, spent a minute or two massaging her feet. He spread her legs next and bathed the insides of them before spending a long time on her pussy. The rogue gave it a couple of lingering kisses when finished, Megan glad he’d washed it first.

What a sweetheart, she thought, he wants me nice and fresh so he can get me hot and bothered again.

Then he indicated he wanted her to draw her tied wrists under her ass and bend her legs enough so her arms could around them to be in front of her again. He found it necessary to employ a lot of hand signals and tug at her arms and legs for a minute until she got the idea. Megan stood up forgetting the buttplug and grinned at her uncomfortable mistake, her hands hanging in front of her bald protruding mound.

She pecked him on the mouth and said, “Thank you, I feel so much better but what about my wrists and the, uh, other thing up my ass? It’s gotten all squshy.”

The rogue grinned as he sat on the ottoman and patted his lap. Again she wasn’t sure what he meant and he hauled Megan onto her stomach over his legs. He stroked her fleshy cuntlips for a few minutes, idling away the time, in no particular hurry. Every now and then he’d pretend to unstopper her anus but would stop, give the plug a few gentle twists and resume fingerfucking her. Megan groaned, amazed her pussy still lubricated after such an eventful night.

She’d had the best Halloween of her life with more come to come.

The moment of truth arrived at last when the man grasped the handle between her cheeks firmly. Megan grunted feeling it come out of her body. When he disengaged the buttplug from her anus an uncontrollable fart escaped her just like when she’d squeezed Xavier’s cock out of her ass much earlier in the evening and mere minutes ago with Darrell.

She continued to lie across his lap when he picked up a clean wet towel. He gave the big black toy a good scrub and back into his side coat pocket it went. The rogue then used the towel on the crack of her ass. Megan felt his eyes on her asshole and the state it was in as he gave a final tender pass of the towel.

“Oh, that felt nice,” she said dreamily, “I could go to sleep right here.”

She yawned and closed her eyes.

But she opened them wide as the palm of his hand fell on her buttcheeks with a crack like a pistol shot. For the next several minutes a call and response of hard smacks followed by her cries sang out as he spanked her bare ass like she hadn’t had spanked since she was a little girl. And Lisa slept through it all.

I had decided on the way home that I was going to have fun with you today. It was around noon, on a beautiful Saturday, and I had been gone most of the morning running errands and whatnot. We had plans to spend the day together already, but as I thought about you lying in bed as I was leaving this morning, only going because I had to get these things done, the tone of those plans changed. I replayed in my mind how you, still half-asleep, were teasingly running your fingers over your upper thighs and stomach, tauntingly outlining the real estate I wanted to focus my morning’s attention on.

As I drive home, my memory redraws every curve of your naked body right before my eyes. Your full round breasts with the hard nipples pointing up to beg for my mouth. Your legs deliciously parted to show your beautiful pussy, wanting my full attention. Your hands tracing lines on your soft, smooth skin, marking a path my tongue begs to follow. Your dazed, early morning eyes staring at me, even in their fogginess portraying the things you want me to do to you. Your soft full lips, whispering you love me and you wish I didn’t have to go so early this morning. Oh, the possibilities.

Not wanting to be teased without at least some retribution, I stood over you and leaned my head down, roughly yet lightly flicking my tongue over your hard nipple, nipping at it with my teeth. You smiled and moaned as I stood up, dipping my finger down between your thighs for something to remember you by all morning, your sweet, salty scent on my finger. I said I’d be back sooner than possible and then we could have the rest of the weekend to ourselves.

I am on my way home now, remembering all this, and as I pull up outside our apartment, my cock is rock hard with lust and anticipation. I quietly make my way down the stairs wondering what you’re doing, and if you’re feeling like I feel. As I approach the apartment, I hear your voice on the porch and as I look around the corner I see you watering a couple little plants, phone to your ear. You don’t kuşadası escort know I’m there, you couldn’t hear me over the phone and the radio. But you are outside, back to me, bent over, and I almost cum on myself. You must have just taken a shower because you are wearing only a towel around your body and another on your hair. Your beautiful ass in on display toward the world, with your beautiful pink pussy peaking out underneath as you bend to water the flowers. I just stare. You start to stand and I quickly make my way to our door. I walk in as you do, and you smile at me and wave, not knowing what I just saw. Still on the phone, you sit down on the couch.

I walk toward you and you can see the lust in my eyes, and also in my shorts. I kneel in front of you, and you know what I want. I grab the towel and pull it open, your sweet smelling, clean skin exposed to me. I quickly wrap my lips around one of your hard nipples, sucking and nibbling like I’m starved. The way that I am leaning into the couch has my hard dick, in my shorts, grinding against your pussy, and you respond by grabbing me and pulling my body into you even harder, your legs wrapping around my waist. You are working hard to continue your conversation, but my sudden assault has increased your pulse and your breathing.

Whoever you’re talking to doesn’t seem to notice because I hear your conversation go on unchanged. I take this as a challenge, as I always do. I run my tongue down your body, retracing the lines your fingers made for me this morning. My kisses coat your stomach, my tongue teasingly dipping into your belly button. I don’t linger long on my way to my destination. I immediately take a deep breath and plunge my mouth onto your clit. I suck and lick intensely, with my hands digging themselves underneath you to grab your ass and pull you deeper into my mouth. You toss your head back into the couch and grab my hair, grinding my face into you. I am flicking my tongue across your clit quickly, dipping down into your wetness every few seconds to taste how hot and sweet you are.

Your legs are draped over my shoulders, your thighs squeezed against my ears. I pull my hands from your ass and place them on the back of your thighs, pushing them upwards into your chest, where your free hand is pulling at your nipples. With your legs up, your whole pussy and ass are exposed to me, and I waste no time diving down to lick your ass.

With my face rubbing your pussy, and tonguing your ass, you start to rub your clit furiously. You’re going to come hard, and right in someone’s ear. I’ve noticed that your end of the conversation has become a lot of short phrases and one-syllable answers. But as I lick and play with you it drops off even more. I push your finger out of the way with my tongue, and suck down on your clit, and I push two fingers deep inside your pussy. You just drop the phone, grab my hair and scream as you come hard on my face. I keep at it, and you are still coming. Your breathing is deep and fast. You pick up the phone and tell them that you’ll have to call them back later. I hear you say a couple times, “Oh no, I’m okay, I just need to go.” They won’t stop asking, and not wanting to drag it out and lose the mood, you just say, “No, actually Sean is eating my pussy, and I’m about to come again.” You drop the phone, and hearing you say that made me start to fuck you hard with my fingers as I lick your clit and rub your own wetness into your ass with my thumb.

The phone situation resolved, you push me away and quickly turn over onto your knees. Your hands on the arm of the couch, and your tits are hanging down. I get behind you and bury my face in your ass again, fingering your pussy and clit from underneath. The fucking motion of my mouth and hands causes you to rock, your nipples rubbing against the arm of the couch as you stare outside. Within seconds you are coming again on my face and hands. Moaning loudly, anyone outside would have no question as to what was going on in here. As you catch your breath, I strip my clothes off and get behind you. With each of my hands grabbing your ass, I spread your knees with mine and roughly shove my hard dick into your pussy.

The quickness and intensity with which I fill your pussy causes you to come again, as my dick, wet with only my own precum, slides into your wet pussy with extra friction. You push back into me as I fuck you. Your pussy is so tight and hot that I have to hold back from cumming almost immediately, my punishment for making my dick wait so long. I tell you that I saw you on the porch. You smile and told me you had hoped I would. You tell me how you spent 20 minutes out there moving plants and watering, often slowly opening and readjusting the towel as it started to fall. You told me how you were a little disappointed thinking that I missed it all, but knew you’d get to tell me about it. But when I came in the front door, you knew that I had seen that last bit of the show.

I slap you on the ass, leaving my handprint red on white flesh. I fuck you hard having to focus not to come. You reach one hand down to rub your clit, telling me to come with you the next time. You tell me you’re getting close and your moans tell me it’s true. I am close the whole time, trying not to think about how fucking amazing your tight pussy feels. You tell me to get ready, and after a series of noises you start to come. Your pussy grips my dick so hard and your fingers dig into the couch. I can’t stand it anymore and I come so hard. I scream aloud, digging my fingers into your ass. I fill your pussy with all the come that built up as I thought about you in the car, stared at your ass on display for the world, licked your pussy, and then struggled not to come as we were fucking. I’m still fucking you as I’m cumming inside you. You’re still cumming and squeezing my dick.

Finally it is over. You turn and lay on your back, and I collapse on top of you, we pant together, kissing in between breaths. After we catch our breath you say, “Well, I guess I need another shower. Let’s clean up because the day has just begun.” We’re off to the shower, and I am already getting hard again anticipations that rest of the day.

I had popped into a cafe for a cup of tea to while away the time as I was awaiting the camp bus. It had been a fruitless night, the women had not fell for my ruthless charms, not as they ever did. My mates were forever telling me I would dip out in a Soho Brothel.

‘This someone’s seat?’

‘No, Mate. Help yourself!’

‘Obviously you didn’t click with a lady-friend? You should have worn your Navy uniform. I honestly do not know why you didn’t.’ His eyes gazed at me as if taking my measurements, then he continued, ‘ You are very good-looking. You are from the Navy camp, I take it?’

The guy was about ten years my senior, but clean and obviously worked out a lot.

‘Yes and no. Yes I’m Navy and no, about the girls. As for me not clicking, you are telling me the story of my life, Mate.’

‘Name is Jeremy. Maybe you are looking for the wrong type of friend.’

‘An older woman, you mean? Even they don’t look twice at me.’

Smiling at me, he said, ‘No, maybe you are looking for masculine company.’

‘What are you getting at, Mister? You think I’m gay?’

‘Easy Tiger! You never know what you are until you test yourself. Maybe females think you are. They have the knack of knowing these things. Have other guys come onto you?’

The guy was creepy, in a way that was getting under my skin. Under the table my cock started to feel uncomfortable. I was erecting! There was something about the texture of this guys voice. His eyes were large, blue and hypnotic. He smelled and looked as if he had just been to an all-male beauty-parlour. His hair was blue-black and crinkly. I judged him to be taller than my 5.8.

What he was intimating at, bothered me. Was he right? Had he picked me out because he knew more about me than I knew myself? It takes one to know one! Was I effeminate? Did he think I was a shirt lifter? I felt myself shivering on a warm sunny day. It’s a terrible thing to doubt your own sexuality.

He looked at me for a while and then asked, ‘I have a hotel room nearby. Come to my room with me. Maybe you will find yourself.’

My eyes were on his manicured hands as he made his serviette into a boat. The fingers were slender and nimble. I felt my testicles move in their sack, forcing me to open my legs enough to give them room. It was as if his fingers were already touching them.

Help! I wanted an excuse!

‘I have to get back to my ship.’

Which he sank by saying, ‘By what time in the morning?’

‘0800 hours.’

‘I will ask for an early call and run you back to the docks in my car. You did not tell me your name.’

‘Lance.’

‘Mmmmmmm! That’s nice, do you have a lance?’

Speak of the devil, I felt it growing down my trouser leg. I had to guide it to give it room. I was in shock because I knew I wanted to go with the guy. No female had had this effect on me and this guy was trying to jump into my boxers with me..

He paid my bill as we left and I felt self conscious as we walked to his hotel. I was mortified that he was going to touch me in the street and was relieved when we entered the hotel foyer. I waited for him to get his key then we went up in the lift to his room.

On the way up he asked, ‘Are you nervous?’

Nervous! I was shaking like a sapling in a gale. My mind was full of me being naked and Jeremy putting his cock into a place which was very private to me.

‘Yes, I am. I have never done anything like this before, Jeremy.’

‘You have done nothing yet. Do not be afraid, nothing will happen to you unless you want it to happen. You will be surprised by all the things you will want to happen.’

‘Thank you. It does not stop me feeling like a virgin going to her first gang-bang. I am still thinking of the things what can happen to me.’

‘Are they sexual things, Lance?’

‘Oh God! I can’t believe I am doing this!’

‘You are thinking of the ultimate, aren’t you? You are thinking of yourself naked taking my bursa escort cock up your ass. Is that right?’

I came back with a frog in my throat, ‘Yes’

His bluntness threw me into a quandary. My mouth was dry and my knees were knocking. I fought with myself to regain control of my speech.

‘If I say yes to you doing that to me, that makes me gay, doesn’t it?’

He smiled at me and put his arm comfortingly around my shoulders and replied,

‘Lance, you can still turn tail and leave and run off home or back to your ship, whichever is nearest.’

‘You have read me right, you know I cannot do that. I have to know who I am even if it means you taking my cherry.’

‘Thats true.’ He said as the lift slowed. ‘To my knowledge, Lance. No one has ever died because of being screwed up their ass, whether it be male or female. I assure you, the pleasure you will get will far outstrip any pain you might feel.’

The lift came to a halt and I followed him across the landing to a door which he opened with a slide card. Then, we were inside and the door was shut and bolted. The noise of that bolt was like a clap of thunder to my ears.

‘The toilet is through there. Take a shower if you want too. Give me a shout if you want me to come in and wash your back. What do you like to drink? I have lager, bitter and whisky.

I will be on the bed, naked, when you come out.

I will be ready, waiting for you. Keep it in mind that I have bought you here for one purpose and that is to have sex with you. Lance, my Darling. I want your asshole. I want too fuck you.’

Inside the bathroom. I dropped my trousers and boxers and sat on the loo, feeling quite faint. I did not have the strength in my legs to stand up to pee into the closet.

My mind was in turmoil! I was with a guy who was going to fuck me. The fact that I was here in his rooms meant that I wanted it to happen to me. My bowels started to open, which I had no control of. I looked around and there was a bidet next to me with a hose and syringe attached. It reached the loo and I was able to place it between my legs into the closet. I adjusted the taps to supply warm water then I guided it into my asshole. The feeling of the warm water sluicing out my anal passage was out of this world! I kept filling up my bowels until I was spotless inside and out. The colliwobbles went away and I was quite calm. In fact I was happier as each moment passed. I found some Vaseline in the cupboard and I applied some into my anus, pregreasing my hole. Using a tissue, I wiped the surplus clear. I was ready.

When I stepped back into the bedroom, I got a terrific shock. Jeremy was on the bed. Jeremy was naked as he said he would be. Jeremy was not alone. There was a naked woman laying on his bed with her legs spread wide open and he was tongue- length deep into her very hairy pussy. I could see his big dick and balls hanging down between his legs. I could also see his anal button all puckered and red. It was glistening as if it had been freshly anointed with lube oils.

The woman smiled at me and said to Jeremy, ‘Please introduce me to your friend, Darling. He is nice, nice cock too!’

Jeremy disengaged his lingum from her orifice and looked round at me and grinned a bit self-consciously.

‘Come in, Lance. I have sprang one on you haven’t I Mate? This is my wife, Angela. She loves threesomes with other men. As you are an anal virgin I thought I had better do it this way. You can still leave us if you want to.’

My cock obviously was not abashed at the ladies presence, it was standing out like a barbers pole from my loins. I was proud of it as it was on equal par to Jeremy’s cock. Angela was still eyeing it quite avidly, lecherously almost. She had long dark hair, nice shapely tits with bullet-like nipples topping protrusions which looked like cut-in-half brown tennis balls.

Of oriental origin, she was the horniest looking woman that I had ever seen. bursa escort bayan Amazingly, I was not a bit embarrassed, In fact her presence made the whole thing a lot easier for me, more natural. The room already permeated with a sexual aroma which caused various parts of my body to become more aroused.

I moved over to kiss Angela, ‘Hello’. Her tongue stabbed against my lips and her arms pulled me into her succulent frontage. Jeremy kissed me too and I got the taste of Angela’s love juices as our tongues entwined. It was my first male to male kiss and it didn’t repulse me. just the opposite, in fact. Angela targeted my rampancy while Jeremy moved behind me and spread my ass cheeks and I jumped when I felt his tongue tickle my anal bud. It caused my rectum to spasm quite painfully as if it had already been penetrated. My nerve centres were revolting at something so alien.

I became aware of Angela moving and presenting her cunt to my mouth with her legs splayed wide so that my nostrils were getting a mixture of her joint anal and vaginal odours. Her hands busily guiding my head into position. Her ardent passions were almost vulgar.

‘Kiss me. Lick my pussy, Lance.’

When I opened her up with my fingers, copious globules of white juices oozed from her red lipped portals and instinctively I knew that the juices were not all Angela’s. I attacked it with relish, slurping it into my mouth and giving my taste buds a treat even better than Turkish Delight. My Mother would have told me off because of the noise I was making with my nasty slurping.

At my other end, Jeremy was having a picnic with his long tongue and delving fingers into my by-now accommodating asshole. He was turning me on to the extent that I was no longer afraid of the pending sodomic invasion into my rectal depths. I was now at the stage of thinking that if he didn’t fuck me I would have been terribly disappointed.

Fuck me! Just a few short hours ago, I was a straight, normal guy with no thought what-so-ever that I would be doing this with another guy. The very thought would have made me sick to my stomach. Here I was now, almost desperate to have his hard cock rammed up my ass.

I turned to him and implored him, ‘Please, Jeremy, fuck me! Use a lube and be gentle, it is my first time.’

I heard Angela giggling, and almost spluttered the words, ‘You heard him, Darling! Fuck the little queer! He wants your rock hard prick up his tight asshole. Give it to him! Fuck his ass off!’

I responded by playfully nipping her overly large horny clitoris which caused her to contract her pussy muscles and a trickle of juices oozed out of her cunt and ran down her crevice and meandered around her rosebud. I quickly arrested it with serpent-like tongue causing her to hump her groin up to my tongue.

‘Oh! I do love that Lance! Jeremy has made me very anal. He treats it like an ass-cunt. His prick is more up there than in my pussy, not as I mind, as I said, I love it.’

I lapped her bud like it was a lollipop just as Jeremy started to pressure my asshole with his bulbous knob. My reaction was to take fright and to clench my ass ring to steel-like consistency making the task impossible for Jeremy to take my cherry.

I screamed out in pain as he suddenly slapped my right thigh very hard.

‘Wow! That hurt!’ It was then his cock struck into my asshole like a meat-cleaver.

Angela giggled again and told me to, ‘Relax and I would enjoy being fucked up my ass.’

It was alright for her. It was my ass the guy was stabbing his cock into. It was the most agonising experience in my entire life. It damned-well hurt! He froze but held me firmly. Is cock was in my ass. It felt like a battering-ram. People enjoyed this happening to them? it was like a poop solidifying and being rammed back into my anal-orifice. Jeremy remained still and I began to relax, but with the sentries out on the battlement. In two minds görükle escort whether to get them to fix bayonets or not.

Angela was stroking my head and Jeremy my thighs and my poop-chute started to flex around his cock involuntarily. It didn’t feel too bad, I was telling myself. Forever the optimist. I moved my ass onto him experimentally and felt his cock as if it had been suddenly inflated and was on the move again and inward bound like a tired badger wanting rest and warmth. Trouble was, it was my stomach he was trying to enter via my colon. He had eight inches and as far as I knew its was about seven inches up to my belly button. It worried me to think that some guys have as much as fourteen inches. I had little faith in the people who tell you to bend over, you can take it! I am more attracted by the colour of a guys eyes than the size of the bulge in his pants.

Mean while, back inside my asshole, the excruciating pain was turning me into a blubbering coward. And verocious Angela was bucking against me as if she was being neglected. I was uncomfortable there too because I had one of her pubic hairs in my mouth strangulating my tonsils. As lovely as Angela’s pussy juices tasted, I was being put off by her straying pubic forestry. I made a solemn vow that from that time on I was only going down on hairless individuals, even if I had to take a razor to them myself first.

Jeremy decided he wanted to be an internal-combustible-engine within my sensitive bowel structure and it dawned on me I was now cherryless and was being fucked for the very first time. As he slammed and grunted his hard cock into my guts he was driving my face into his good woman’s orifice of reproduction. Angela was happy about it because she was using my ears as reins and goading me into further action by digging her heels into my rib cage. Her cry of,’ Darling Lance I am coming!’ didn’t surprise me in the least, although I was glad as my tongue and jaws were getting sore. The words, Tally-Hoe! did cross my mind.

After extricating the offending hair from my mouth and realising that I was thoroughly enjoying being fucked by Jeremy I decided to join his endeavours by heartily fucking him back. The pain had gone and in its place came a distinct feeling of being forcibly possessed. I was getting pleasure from his flesh on my flesh, that he was using me. I was happy about being possessed. Not truly knowing how women feel about feeling a horny prick using their orifices as spunk receptacles, Jeremy was giving me a good idea.. It made me aware that I loved what Jeremy, the man, was doing to me. In my mind I preferred it to be man-to-man sex on the count that I did not want to be a female. The question of my sexuality was not foremost in my mind, only the pleasure that I was receiving and when Jeremy filled my colonic portal with his very personal spermatozoon. I was elated beyond comprehension. I knew, after, when I was by myself I would hold a stewards enquiry. All-in-all; I knew it was an experience which I would yearn to repeat.

I could carry on with this story and relate to you how I screwed both Angela and Jeremy during the course of the long evening, but that was not the reason I wrote this story. I wanted to say how easy it is to relinquish doctrines which formerly one holds sacred. Yielding to temptation can be far easier than remaining in control. If you want to know if I have yielded again? The short answer is – yes – I have! Do I regret losing my anal cherry? The answer is – no – I don’t regret it. If you are male or female, if you desire anal, then go for it. If you are married, it could save your marriage. If you are single and undecided which way is for you? Like me, it could make you a very happy person.

Anal sex, could be quite natural if people did not name-brand it and consequently enjoy stigmentation against it much more than the actual act. The reason for anal diseases, as in vaginal diseases, they are caused simply by the lack of hygiene, and nowadays, the use of contraception. People should make anal and vaginal douching as a part of love-play and instead of turning over to go to sleep should share a shower with their partner as well as a joint douching ceremony. Quite often this rejuvenates and leads into more exciting sexual fun.

The sun stood high at the sky burning the earth with relentless power. The air flickered over the burning land and was filled with noise. Wood hitting wood. Metal hitting metal. The origin of this noise was the walled yard of an ample villa which dominated the hill it was built upon. It stood on the very outskirts of Peastum, a busy town several days south of Rome. On the balcony stood two ladies which looked down on the dusty backyard with excitement where the noise had its origin. They wore artful hairstyle with pearls woven into their curled hairs and long airy tunics which were held by sashes bend around their refined bodies just below their breasts. Close to them stood a tall woman with red hair dressed with a simple tunic. She waved a big hand fan with ostrich feathers to deliver a stream of air to the ladies.

“Aglaea dear, would you like more wine”, the older lady who looked slightly past the midst of her 20’s asked.

“Oh yes, with pleasure Lavina. It is very hot today. See how the men are sweating,” the one called Aglaea answered. She seemed to be a bit younger perhaps 22 to barely 24.

Lavina clapped her hands and a girl with bronze skin and curly black hair left the shadow close to the wall and refilled Aglaea’s goblet. Lavina nodded the girl and shifted her attention again down to the yard while the girl stepped back to the wall.

Lavina let some time pass until she broke the silence again. “How do you judge them?” she wanted to know.

“Honestly, I do not understand too much about it. Of course I adore the games. But to judge? Well, If you ask me I would bet on the tall blond one over there. Who is he?” was Aglaea’s prompt reply pointing her finger down on one of the men.

“Oh, this one? You have a stunning taste my dear. He is one of the slaves Germanicus brought from his recent campaign. One barbar from the northern forests beyond the Alps. His name is Hildbert. He is training for not too long but as Aemilius says he has a very promising future. Tall, strong, athletic, skilled and fearless. He is really blessed by Mars as it looks like.”

Aglaea smiled, “May be not only blessed by Mars. Also Venus might have had a word or two, don’t you think so?”

Lavina laughed, “Oh well, probably. You will never change, will you? I already forgot about it. Since my marriage with Aemilius I almost forgot about the way of life in Rome. And its countless pleasures. It is so hard and boring to live here in the south. The middle of nowhere.”

“Surrounded by the most adorable men one could imagine,” Aglaea extended Lavina’s sentence chuckling while fixating the blond barbar eagerly. “I think it is not the worst thing to be married to a lanista and live in a ludus. If I imagine my view from the balcony it is far less entertaining.”

“You’re kidding,” Lavina replied. “What could ever compete with the life in Rome?”

“To watch the games each day,” Aglaea answered with a grin and took a sip from her wine. “Would you mind to let them fight for me?”

“Of course not,” Lavina agreed, “If my precious friend has a wish, it is my order.” She clapped her hands.

Down the yard a black man wearing a whip looked up, “Domina?”

“Douksa, get an opponent for Hildbert and let them fight,” Lavina ordered.

“As you wish domina,” was Douksa’s obedient answer. The Nubian let his whip crack to interrupt the practice of the men and told Hildbert to take up wooden arms. As a murmillo he got equipped with a sword and the tall shield of a legionnaire. Usually also a bronze helmet and greaves if it were for a real fight in the arena. This time he wore just a leather helmet and padding around his sword-arm and legs and a short wooden sword.

His chosen opponent was the typical one: a thraex. He equipped similar gear but a smaller rectangular shield and a bended wooden sword shaped like the real sica. The bend was meant to enable thrusts over the rim of the bigger murmillo’s shield or to hook behind the shield to compensate for the different sizes. Unlike for real fights he too wore not the bronze gear. Just a leather helmet and padding same as Hildbert’s.

“One dinar on Flavus the thraex,” Lavina said.

“You’ll owe me one than,” Aglaea smiled and watched the ongoing with rising excitement.

Both gladiators got ready and faced the balcony. They greeted the ladies by rising their swords and than turned to face each other.

“Oh by the Gods,” Aglaea cheered. “This is so exciting.”

“You may order them to begin,” Lavina invited.

“Oh really? That’s great. I love you so much Lavina,” Aglaea was flattered. Than she yelled down, “Begin!”

The thraex immediately attacked and threw his whole weight in a shield-trust against Hildbert. But the northern barbarian was too strong to be put out of balance so easily and held his stand. The shields crushed against each other with no further effect. Immediately Hildbert gave a powerful push back to his shield and threw his opponent away into defense. They started to clash together again and again. Each stroke, each thrust they eskort görükle ducked, dodged or deflected with their shields. Both were skillful fighters as Aglaea could witness. The fight went back and force with no clear advantage for one or the other. What Hildbert had in favor with strength, the other gladiator compensated with experience, lighter gear and better agility.

Aglaea leaned over the parapet of the balcony not to miss a move. She followed the combat with reddish cheeks full of suspense and quite aroused. She cheered her favorite shivering with anticipation. The muscular half naked bodies gleaming from sweat in the hot southern sun stimulated her fantasy.

Than Hildbert made a cunning move. He lured the thraex by showing an open space in his shield guard. As expected the thraex tried a sword thrust against the opened space. But Hildbert dodged the thrust he had foreseen and spun around giving the thraex a hard blow with his shield to the back. Already almost out of balance from his forceful thrust which only pierced the air Hildbert’s blow brought him down to the sand. At once Hildbert was upon him and held him down with his heavy shield on his neck. Flavus rose his hand with two fingers towards the balcony as a sign of his surrender begging for mercy. Hildbert looked also towards the balcony rising his wooden sword. His neck framed by tousled hair blond as straw.

“He may live,” Aglaea said delighted towards her victorious favorite. “He brought me a dinar at last and fought bravely. Spare his life.” She held her hand out with the thumb upwards. Of course Lavina did the same. If it was time to spill blood it should be inside the arena and not at this forgotten place without the cheers of hundreds and hundreds of throats. Besides this fight was not meant serious.

“I owe you a dinar”, Lavina said and smiled to Aglaea who could not turn her face away from this barbarian gladiator who was helping Flavus back on his feet.

“What? Oh yes, indeed!” Aglaea answered obviously lost in thoughts.

Meanwhile Hildbert was putting his training weapons back and was about to continue the training as his comrades already did. Still observing, Aglaea made a sudden move towards Lavina, “You know? Concerning the dinar I have an exciting idea. Listen…” She put her mouth close to Lavina’s ear and whispered something. As she finished Lavina rolled her eyes and shook her head slightly. “My dear. If you wish it, it will be. Of course I won’t turn down your request.” Lavina looked down to the man with the whip, “Douksa!”

Douksa had been a gladiator himself for years. One with fortune. Unlike others he had won most of his fights. And the few he lost he fought with such bravery and skill that the crowd was willing to spare him. So he went through. He received several wounds during his career but due to good medical treatment he always recovered without being crippled. A gladiator was very valuable for his owner especially such a good one like Douksa. So they were treated well and got the best medical care money could buy. Douksa managed to survive due to his bravery, his skill and his talent to enthuse the crowd until he finally was rewarded with the rudis. The wooden sword which was the symbol of him being a free man now.

But just being free did not mean much inside of the strict hierarchical society of the Roman Empire. Therefore his options remained quite limited. Becoming referee in the arena or a bodyguard or keeping up the fights as a rudiarius and participate in the games as an elite. Opting for glory and wealth. Or death.

Douksa took another decision and signed a contract with the lanista to become his trainer of gladiators. But whether a free man or not. The domina was to obey in any matter as if she would be the lanista herself.

“Yes domina,” he replied dutiful up to the balcony where Lavina stood looking down on him.

“Hildbert has deserved a gratification. He shall have the rest of the day off. Send him to relax, bath and let him get a massage too. And during the next break I will have to talk with you inside the villa”, she gave her orders.

“I have understood domina,” Douksa replied. “Everything will be arranged according to your wishes.”

Lavina turned towards her guest, “Well, let’s go inside and refresh a bit in the atrium. The heat it getting unbearable, don’t you think so dear?”

“You’re right as usual,” Aglaea agreed unable to turn her head away from Hildbert. “May be we could have a light meal too?”

Lavina nodded: “Sure!”

“Oh, by the way. Does this barbar speak our tongue?” came suddenly to Aglaea’s mind.

“Well, don’t expect him to write poems. But he understands most,” was the answer.

The ladies went chatting through the door inside the villa and fled the burning heat down inside the atrium which was much more comfortable to stay. They rested on convenient divans which stood around the central pool. They let themselves being served from the house slaves with wine and tiny dishes.

Hildbert left the yard and went to the kestel escort quarters of the gladiators. He went to the bath room and prepared himself a bath. He slipped into the stony tub and felt the refreshing water which took the weight of his body away. Same way it took away his thoughts. Way back to the north, deep inside the moist and foggy forests where his tribe the Cherusci lived.

Until the day the Romans returned seeking revenge for Varus’ three slaughtered legions. They met the Romans for battle at a location named Idistavisus. But Germanicus was able to get the upper hand with the help of traitorous Chatti. Arminius led the united German tribes to a second defense line at the Angrivarierwall. This battle the Romans also claimed victory but they suffered such terrible losses that they had to return behind the Rhine. Hildbert was captured during this battle and enslaved like all of those tribesmen who neither fell victim to the blood hungry swords nor could escape.

He remembered his free days, hunting in the forests and becoming a warrior. How he was living a free and proud life with no one above as the Gods.

He swallowed his bitter hatred for the Romans and swore to himself that he would regain his freedom one day. And return home.

As Donar might help him.

He stretched his body and closed his eyes recalling the images of his homeland. He began to drowse.

Hildbert was disturbed by another slave after a while. A stout man from Greek.

“I was ordered to give you a massage”, the Greek told Hildbert.

“I know”, was his short reply not very pleased with this disturbance. He rose from his bath and followed the Greek who could do miracles in slacken muscles and making them pliant.

***

The sun had changed its place with the moon and the burning heat had given space for a mellow evening. The noise of the beating weapons had settled. Instead the air was filled with the chirr of countless crickets. Douksa guided Hildbert through the villa as he was ordered and committed him to his duties, “Whatever you’ll be told, obey! Whether you like it or not. Understand?”

Hildbert nodded. He quite well understood. If he would not obey the best he would have to face would be the whip. The worst could be crucifixion. He would obey.

Same way as he took each word from Douksa eagerly, each lesson with great attention. If he would ever be able to become a survivor in the arena and regain his freedom, than only if he takes everything Douksa had to offer.

And if he obeys.

One day he would return home. He would survive. No matter what. Hildbert’s mind was firmly set.

After a walk through the large villa Douksa finally opened a door for him and grinned: “Here we are. Don’t forget. Do as you’re told. Without exceptions. For this evening the person inside is your owner. If you forget it you will be reminded.” Douksa showed his whip to make matters clear. But this was not necessary as Hildbert knew quite well about. Every slave inside the Roman Empire knew it by hard. Hildbert nodded and slipped through the door.

He entered a very luxurious room which was dominated by a large bed. Tables, chairs, divans and footlockers completed the interior. The room was illuminated by dozens of oil lamps. The walls were decorated with artful paintings showing themes from Roman mythology. The figures seemed almost alive in the flickering lights.

The young lady from the balcony rose from one of the divans and trod gracefully towards him.

She wore a black dress which was only held by a thin loop around her neck holding the top in the middle. The dress did barely cover her breasts. The fabric was woven from very thin threads. Hildbert had never seen before alike. The cloth was so thin that it did not hide the breasts of the woman which approached him. Hildbert could see through and got an idea of the teats crowning her breasts. Close underneath her breasts was a seam like a roof ridge with the edge pointing up to her cleavage. From this seam downwards the fabric was interwoven top to bottom with parallel thin silver chains twinkling in the lights of the oil lamps. The dress ended far above her knees. It barely covered her mound and its transparency emphasized her gems much more than it did hide them.

At her ears hung valuable golden earrings which covered more than half the length of her slender neck. The upper part of the earrings resembled a heart-shaped golden frame which was pearled with white tiny pearls. At the point of this heart hung a big pearl. The main body of this jewelry reminded Hildbert of the head of a horned animal. The head-like lower part was a rhombus gemmed with tiny dark red pearls from stone or glass. The two broad golden horns flanked the big pearl and met at the top of the heart. In addition the whole red rhombus and the lower half of the earring were lined out with a row of tiny white pearls. Hildbert was sure that one of this artful earrings would be more than enough to buy his freedom several times. This woman must be very bursa sınırsız escort wealthy. And he understood if he would lay finger on her not a whip but a cross would await him.

As she reached him, he could smell a delicious scent from roses and other flowers he had never smelled before. She came very close and laid her hand on his shoulder following the shape of his muscles with great interest. Her carefully manicured fingertip followed his triceps down to his elbow and his biceps up again. It followed his strong broad shoulder, his collarbone and his chest. Than downwards his breast bone and over his ripped belly. The finger stopped just before it reached his loincloth which was all he wore. Hildbert stood like a stature and did not dare to move.

“So stiff?” the lady smiled at him. “I won’t bite.”

The lady went around him and examined his muscular back. “Well not very hard at last”, she giggled. “Have you been told why you are here?”

Hildbert shook his head though he meanwhile had developed a theory what the reason could be.

“Then I will tell you Hildbert. What a remarkable name. Does it mean anything?”

Hildbert nodded and assembled the words in the foreign language. “Think lucent warrior the meaning is”, he answered with his rough accent.

“My, my!” the lady grinned. “Very suitable as I could see. My name is Aglaea. I hope Mars will assure that you will honor your name in the arena.” She finished her circle around him and stood again facing him. “Well, any suggestions why I ordered you here?”

“Douksa say do what domina tell”, he avoided a distinct answer.

“Indeed?” Aglaea laughed. “Good premise. In fact I’ve chosen you to serve me. You are here to fulfill my needs in a very intimate matter. You understand?”

Hildbert shook his head.

She smiled at him with a forgiving attitude. “Oh, so hard to understand? You are here to satisfy my sexual desires tonight. And I pretty well hope you will perform as well as you did with the thraex down the yard. So until I rise my hand begging for mercy you aren’t allowed to stop. Clear enough now?”

Hildbert understood. That was clear enough. And he also understood that he had no choice. He was owned by her so he had to obey no matter what. And he would better do well or face the consequences. He answered humbly, “Yes domina. Clear.”

“Fine,” she replied and pointed at his loincloth. “Undress that.”

Hildbert unbent the cloth and threw it on the nearest chair. He stood naked in front of her waiting for further orders.

“By the Gods”, she showed surprise. “You’re blond even there.” Curious she came closer and had a look at his private parts. Obviously she had never seen a blond man naked before. Cautious she touched his bolt, combed with her fingers through his straw. Her eyes gained a wanting glow as she examined what he had to offer. Her hands went around his hips and cupped his butt.

“Hm”, she moaned. “So firm and strong. We will have much fun together, won’t we?”

Hildbert nodded helplessly, “As you say domina.”

“Of course,” Aglaea smiled confidently. “How else?”

She had a solid grip around his buttocks and pressed herself against his groin. Her floral scent got intense. Streaming from her warm skin into his nostrils. He could feel her warmth close at his body. To resist her temptation would mean to be made from stone. He was not. He was made from flesh and blood. With blood running through his veins driven by his vividly beating heart. He could feel her smooth full breasts against his chest. Her hard nipples poking into his flesh. His heartbeat went faster and filled his body with desire.

“You may touch me”, she told him as she started to caress his back. He took her in his arms and felt that her dress did not cover her back. He could feel her warm skin under his rough hands, callused from the handles of sword and shield. Tenderly he fondled her. So velvety soft skin. Bright skin which proved that her position allowed her to avoid the burning Italian sun whenever she felt like. Bright skin that gave a strong contrast to her raven-hued hair that framed her face. A beautiful face as Hildbert had to admit. And he had also to admit that he had never before touched skin as smooth and velvety than hers.

His touching hands examined her slender body. Following the form of her blade-bones and caressing up and down alongside her backbone. She mewed under his caresses while she fondled his back same way. Gently she bit his shoulder. Then she looked up to him.

“Kiss me”, she ordered him and pursed her lips.

He looked at her beautiful face. Her straight high forehead. Her thinned and gently curved eyebrows. Her pair of big brown almond eyes which seemed to be deep as the Orcus. Her refined and bolt upright nose. Her delicate cheekbones and her soft reddish cheeks. Her red lips. Full and soft and alluringly pursed.

Her beauty rivaled Goddess Freya herself. He gently pressed his lips against hers and he was hit harder than he ever was from a sword. Than he opened her lips with his tongue and took possession of her mouth. He entangled her tongue like during a fight and drove her back and forth through the dark steaming heat of their arena. He felt hot waves running under his skin and it seemed to him as if his knees felt strangely weakening.

She is sitting in her study writing erotic fiction. It is a sultry simmer afternoon and the heavy breeze laps gently through her open window. She writes about a woman climbing through the bush on a hot summer day, pushing through the prickly scrub, cocooned in the still, shimmering, and hazy air. She describes how the sun is blue with eucalyptus oil. As she writes, the sweat is damp on her skin and she can feel the drag of the weighty pack and the scratch of twigs. She tastes the eucalyptus like dusty menthol on her tongue.

She writes about the woman cresting a ridge and finding a pool in a gully. She describes the water striped by the sun and shade into stained-glass colours, and how it tempts the woman with its promise of a cool emerald heart. She describes the woman, undressing, pushing her hot, sticky clothes into a pile and standing naked on the rocks. She writes about how the woman’s body is suddenly unfamiliar, dappled by patches of brightness and shadow, as if she is a mosaic goddess.

She shifts on her chair and stretches her fingers and then takes up the pen and describes the woman stepping carefully into the water. It’s green freshness bites at her, sliding like a seducer’s hand around the crook of her ankles and up over her knees, making her skin tingle. She describes the way the sensitive flesh of the woman’s thighs tenses as its touch and how the ripples that cup her buttocks nudge eskort bayan gorukle and kiss like a cool tongue between her legs. She describes the woman lifting handfuls of water and letting the drops fall onto her breasts, watching the glittering streams outline her nipples, feeling the tickle of the water make them harden and pout.

She imagines the drops sliding over her skin as she writes. The thick breeze from the window does not cool her. Her breasts brush the cotton of her dress.

She describes the woman turning and slipping into the smoothness of the pool. She writes how the clearness closes over the woman’s head and how the sweat and dust slough away from her like a snake-skin, leaving her fresh, half-mermaid, half-siren.

She describes the woman running her hands over her new, sleek, marbled body, feeling the swelling of her breasts and the curve of her flanks, letting the touch of her fingers and the movements of the water arouse her.

She senses an answering tightness in her thighs and she writes a little faster, picturing how the woman turns to see a man on the opposite bank. The forest has conjured up a lover to answer her mounting river of desire, a man standing tall and broad-shouldered who follows her nakedness with a deliberate gaze.

With swift words she describes the man diving into the pool like a dolphin. Her hand cuts across the page as mudanya escort he cuts through the water, the lines of his body spangled with tiny silver bubbles.

She describes the woman poised for his touch, her skin aware of his every movement, wetness between her legs that is not the lick of the pool. She describes how the man swims around the woman like a fish and presses himself against her from behind, taking her buttocks in his hand. She describes how the woman feels his erection hard and powerful against her back and his fingers slipping hungrily into the warmth of her cleft.

As she writes, the hot folds between her legs become moist. She can sense the man’s body against her. With her free hand she slides her dress up over her thighs and caresses her clitoris through the soft, silky lace of her panties. Electricity surges through her body.

She forces herself to keep writing. Her words are hurried and untidy. She describes the man stroking his strong fingers up and down the woman’s swelling, hidden lips until she is trembling with desire and the juices flow out of her like water.

She describes how the man pulls away from the woman for a moment and glides around her body, swift and supple, teasing her with his trailing, insistent fingers, seeking out her most intimate places, pressing and nibbling, until she makes small cries like a bird and the orgasm bursa evi olan escort builds like a waterfall inside her. She describes how the woman pushes her hips towards the man and how the man parts her lips with his hand and slides the heads of his penis into her hot wetness.

She describes how for a moment there is a breathless stillness, the only sound distant birds and the hum of heat, and then how the ripples are churned and shattered as the woman arches and the man thrusts his full length insider her. She describes how the woman grasps the man’s shoulders and throws her face upwards to the sky as she feels him draw out of her and plunge in again, each stroke deeper than the last, her body transformed with pleasure, one leg lifted high around his waist, her voice calling out as she feels the climax soar and fountain through her body.

Her writing is a scrawl. Her breath is uneven. She opens her thighs on the chair as she describes the man pulling back and driving into the woman with a deep moan as he feels her come.

Her last word trails on the page. She puts the pen down and finally allows her fingers to touch the demanding hotness between her legs, slipping her hand inside the folds of lace to find the swollen bud. As she caresses it, lightly at first and then with firmer strokes, she imagines the man’s penis moving deep inside her. She can almost feel the force of his orgasm as she lifts her hips and the spasms shake her, waves of trembling release sweeping like a torrent through her body.

With a small smile she retrieves her pen from the floor and turns back to the paper to finish her story.

A faint scent of eucalyptus drifts through the room.

“Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Pam…happy birthday to you ….” the five of us sang in unison or the closest you could get to unison with 5 drunk women.

“Okay now you guys, come on ….1 … 2 …. 3 ….. lick, slam, suck!!!” Benita yelled after she had passed around another shooter to each of us.

“Uggg,” I shuddered as the Tequila shot down my throat for the 3rd time that night, “geez… I hate these things… can’t you get something that tastes better that that?”

“Maybe, I can help you with that,” I hear a sexy voice whisper into my ear, “wanna dance?”

As I turn around to see who is asking me …. my heart starts to beat a bit faster in my chest. Oh, it’s that guy that I’d be making eyes at all night. As he sat in the corner nursing his beer, I had been watching him out of the corner of my eye, trying to determine if he was with anyone or not…. guess not!

“Wellllll….I guess that depends on what you’re offering to help me with,” I giggle to him, “but I’d love to dance in the meantime until you figure it out.”

As he grabs my hand to lead me to the dance floor, I notice the envious looks I’m getting from the other women around the bar. “Ya…he IS kind of hot,” I grin to myself, his sexy as sin black eyes, jet black hair and athletic build … well … just do it for me!!!

The DJ is playing a latin mix and once we’re on the dance floor, he pulls me close to play his hips against mine. I can feel myself start to flow as he places his big hands on my hips and slides my body against his … first one way and then the other, back and forth … up, down and around.

“Ummmm, feels so good,” I think. I can’t seem to take my eyes off of his….that soft sexy grin he has on his face blows my mind and makes the pit of my stomach ache.

“What’s your name,?” I try and ask over the music. He slowly shakes his head and points to his ears, I realize that he can’t hear me so grab his arms by the elbows and pull the top of his body more into contact with mine. I can feel my nipples bead as I lean up on my tip toes to get to his ear, “What’s your name?” I ask again.

“Why don’t you just call me Mr. M,” he advises, “all of my real close friends call me that, and I think that we are going to be REAL close,” as he winks at me.

I think of playing hard to get, but hell… I’m drunk, horney, available and VERY ATTRACTED to this sexy stranger!!! “mmmmm, think of what would be better than that Tequilla I was drinking early?” I flirt with him, “anything you’d like to recommend?”

As the music continues to blare out, our bodies start to slide together, my nipples rub against his chest, his cock is starting to stand at attention, rubbing against my hot pussy, his hands are by now, on my back, massaging up and down, getting lower with each handful until he lightly touches my ass.

“Ummmm ya,” he answers, “how about … a screamin’ orgasm?” as he leans down and whispers in my ear, his breath lightly runs over my lobs making a shiver course down my spine.

As he straightens back up, I notice that he has that sexy little grin playing over the corner of him mouth. “Mmmmmm,” I think to myself, “I want to taste that!”

“So, do you come to Sweet Waters often?” I lean up and ask him.

No he shakes his head, “my friends…” he points his chin over by the table I had seen him at before, “dragged me out of the house tonight… I’m not normally into the whole bar thing, but glad I let them convince me tonight,” he explains, “how about you?”

“Me too,” I murmur, “it’s my friends birthday on the 13th so thought we’d talk her out the Saturday before and get her drunk…well and to dance ofcourse”. Deciding to throw caution to the wind as I feel my cunt throb and my nipples ache, “would you like to come outside with me for a bit, I need some fresh air!”

“You bet,” he replies and grabs my hand to take me out the back of the door by where all of the smokers are standing. Once we get outside and walk a little into the park that is back there, he slowly pulls me into his arms and lowers his mouth to mine.

His tongue comes out to softly flick at the sides of my mouth, not pressuring me to let him in … just trying to coax. “Mmmmmmm… I murmur as I part my lips lightly to let his tongue run along the seam of my mouth.

“You taste so good,” he murmurs to me, “a mixture of Tequilla and hot woman, what could be better?” Knowing this is a retorical question, I quickly open my mouth fully and slant it sideways to take his mouth is a sexy kiss. My tongue drives into his mouth to flick and rub against his teeth and tongue and as he pulls me down onto the bench that is there, I start to squirm.

I can feel my wetness through my jeans and am a little bit embarrased at how eagerly my cunt wants this stranger. “By the way, my name is Gyzsmo” I inform him, “but call me Gyz,”.

I can feel his hardness thrusting up against my thigh as I sit down in his lap… deciding to change eskort bursa positions, my knees come up on either side of his, my pussy, coming into intimate contact with his cock.

My hips start to move, back and forth, around and around and up and down, trying to let him know how turned on I am. I throw my head back and a soft whimper comes out of my throat as his hands come up to play with my rock hard nipples. “Ah, that feels so good”.

As I try to reach down to feel his cock and perhaps brush my hand over my hot cunt as well … I find his hand just on the way there, “Oh ya,” I murmur to him.

His fingers start to undo the button on my jeans and my eyes fly open to quickly look around to see if anyone else is about, but no, although I can hear distant voices coming back from the way of the bar, I can’t see anyone.

As his fingers start to dip into my panties, a gasp escapes my lips, the feeling of being in public.. only a short distance away from the 300 people in the bar, turns me on more than I thought would ever happen.

I watch his facial expressions as after dipping inside, he brings out the wetness that is there and licks it from his fingers. “Ah… you taste so good,” he murmurs.

“Want a taste?” he murmurs bringing his fingers back into my hot dripping pussy. He offers them up to me once more and as I flick a tongue out to taste myself on his fingers, my hands moved to his jeans.

“Mmmmmm, what’s this,” I tease as I lightly run my fingers over the huge bulge in his jeans, “does he want to come out and play?”

Mr. M’s hips buck off of the bench as I quickly undo his jeans, peal away his boxers and slid down until I’m kneeling on the ground. I slowly lift my eyes to look up at him as my lips wrap themselves around his hard, long, cock. I lick him, up one side and down the other , while reaching my own hand down into my panties so that I can rub myself.

“Yes…that feels so good,” he mumbles under his breath, ” oh ya…” as I start to take him further into my mouth, his hands come up to lightly run through my long strawberry blonde hair, slightly pulling it away from my face so that he can look at his cock sliding in and out of my mouth.

I continue to suck and lick and nibble and scrape until I can tell that he is on the verve of cumming in my mouth and then I stop. At his loud groan, I again search the area for people and still I can’t see anyone, so I quickly stand up, peal off my jeans from just one leg, hop up onto his lap facing him and bring his cock within inches of my cunt.

I’m so wet that I’m dripping all over his cock and it hasn’t even reached me yet. I feel him grab ahold of the base of his cock and start to tease me with the head, back and forth over my clit, hard enough to feel but not enough that I was going to cum until he was ready to let me.

“Do you like that,” he whispers in my ear, “does my hard cock feel good rubbing your clit?”

“How much to you want my big, hard, cock plunging into your hot juicy wet cunt, come on Gyz, tell me….”

I start to lower myself onto his cock, trying to get it into my hole … I feel empty … and he must have taken pity on me, as in one quicke lunge, he impales himself fully inside my cunt and I scream outloud from the shock of it, he’s so full in there.

As he continues to stroke me in and out, I rotate my hips to try and keep him inside and bring my hand down from where it is pinching my nipples to rub my clit in circles. Faster and faster my fingers fly and as I feel his thrusts quicken and his breathing deepen, my fingers move over my clit fast and furious and I lean down to take his mouth again in a wild kiss.

He rams one last time up inside of me… hitting my g-spot somehow and that’s it , I feel my cunt grab and squeeze him inside of me… milking his cock of its cum and he presses hard into me and he spills himself deep inside.

My head is thrown back and a load moan escapes my lips to join the louder groans coming from him.

“Oh God, you are so hot,” he whispers into my neck after putting his hands on my back and pulling me so that I can rest against his chest. His breathing begins to slow down and ummmmmm… I feel so good that I don’t want to move, but know that we need to before we get caught in this position.

As I slowly start to slip his cock out of me… I feel our cum leak out onto his balls …. mmmmm …. I just can’t resist leaning down and licking some of that off of him. “Ohhhh … we taste so good,” I murmur, looking up at him.

I hear him start to gasp again and realizing this is never going to get us out of here, I quickly pull myself up to get dressed. I can hear him doing the same behind me and as I finish buttoning my jeans, he leans into my back, moves my hair and whispers….

“How about dessert at my place?”

A Night In – Mr. M

That cab ride back to my place could never have taken longer, even though it was only mere minutes away. Feeling my cock straining bursa yabancı escort against the inside of my jeans, craving more of what I had gotten a taste of earlier, my hands wander up and down her thighs, rubbing lustily against the heat between her legs, almost tasting that sweet wetness once again on my tongue.

“God, I can’t get enough of you baby”, I huskily whisper, as my lips devour hers wildly, my tongue lashing without a moment’s hesitation, deeply gliding into her mouth. That familiar tingle burns through my chest, hardening me more than ever (as if that were possible).

Within a second of our kiss, I feel our cab lurch to a stop, and she flings the door open and slips out, while I hastily hand the driver a $20, and spy that all-knowing smile curled on his lips, through the rear-view mirror. Ignoring it, I step out, the cold, brisk air of the night hitting my face, yet not cool enough to chill my heated body, my mind screaming for more of that sexy woman already leaning up against my front door, as the cab pulls away and I make my way to her.

“Mmmm… I could eat you right up”, I growl softly, as I press the muscled wall of my chest up against her perfect breasts, pinning her against the main door, my knee sliding between her thighs, nudging them apart. My lips hungrily find hers once more as I fumble with the handle, throwing the door open as we stay lip-locked, the front of my thigh rubbing against the juicy cunt that waits for me beyond those jeans.

This was what I’d wanted all along, to get her all to myself, ever since I spied her in that bar, slamming the Tequila. Being pressed up against her, soaking in her warmth just intensified the lusty desires in me.

The faint taste of that Tequila mingled with her own sweetness floods my tongue, making me gasp for precious air, and I drag her in, barely managing to kick the door shut as we stumble in our passionate frenzy right into the dimly-lit living room. “Let me get those”, I whisper huskily again, as she sits up on the couch, and starts unzipping her jeans.

Reaching down to her arched hips, hooking my fingers into the waistband of those tight jeans and her panties all at once, I pull them off her legs swiftly, revealing that trimmed bush that had been riding my big cock outdoors barely half an hour ago. “You fuckin’ cock-tease”, I whisper, and grin as Gyz starts rubbing her pussy, knowing that I’m forced to watch while I slide my jeans off and throw them away.

“Oh, I’m no tease, Mr.M- I’m the real deal”, she says with a saucy smirk, making sure I’m watching as she draws her now sopping fingers up to her lips and gives them a luscious lick. (God, How I’m going to pound her for that one!)

Realising she’s just as wet as I am hard sends a shiver of lust through me, tensing every muscle in my body- including for my raging cock.

Not wasting another second, I kneel down in front of her, between her legs, spreading them wide, aching to pound those hard-to-reach spots inside that delicious cunt and make them sing. “I can’t stand it baby, drive it in”, she moans softly- and cuts off into a gasping scream, as I hammer into her sopping box in one deep thrust, filling her completely.

“Ohhhh yeah”, I groan, as I grind my hips in slow circles, and pull out to hammer back in, this time ramming in balls-deep, every inch of my thickness disappearing into that already dripping pussy.

“I want you…to..fuck me..hard..mmm…”, she pants, her blue eyes screaming carnal volumes of lust into mine, turning my entire body into a raw, instinctive animal. “Drive that big cock into me”, she gasps.

Building up a steady rhythm, I coax her with a husky growl..”rub your clit baby… Mmmm!… Yesss!!!”, and pull her ass off the edge of the couch, keeping those legs pinned back, wide apart. She slides her hand down, fingers massaging her clit as we both watch my glistening, throbbing cock plunge in and out, muscles taut and rippling across my chest, shoulders and abs as I hammer in and out relentlessley.

“Mmmmm, I’ve wanted..to do this..since I first laid eyes on you”, I murmur. “To FUCK your tight cunt.. pound you with my long, thick cock”, I barely manage to groan, as she whimpers and gasps with my every thrust, eyes widening with every deep stroke.

An aggressive growl rumbles in my throat, my slick, fat cock thundering into her with a sharp slap of our bodies every time, while her fingers furiously rub her clit. Hearing her gasps turn into louder moans, I dip down to deeply kiss her again, tongues going wild as our muffled moans and dirty whispers turn more urgent.

Pulling back and feeling fingernails scraping down against my rigid abs, I wonder how she knew just what to do to overwhelm my senses.. so I angle upward, hitting that g-spot steadily a few times, and gasping as I burst thickly, feeling her juicy cunt milk every last drop out of me as she gushes over my cock, both of us left gasping for air once again.

My bursa merkez escort head dips down into her neck, hot breath blowing across her neck as I groan loudly, and suck the first thing that my lips can find; her earlobe, my drained cock slick as ever inside her. “I could fuck you aaallll night long”, I hungrily whisper, and slam deep one more time, my balls tapping against her ass, as I slowly grind in steady circles, mixing our juices, realising our bodies are covered in a light sweat, with our shirts still on.

“MMMmmmm”.. playfully brushing your hand away from your clit, I slowly, gently rub, knowing you’re sensitive- teasing you with a brief swirl of my fingers. “The night’s barely begun”, I whisper, that devilish twinkle in my eyes never leaving. “Mmm! I’m all yours, sexy”, she coyly murmurs back.

Letting out a wicked smile, my glazed, dark gems peer to an open doorway, on the right, and I slide off, beckoning with a finger, to follow me when ready.

She hears the shower start up, and smiles to herself as she realises its time to wash off, and slides off the couch…

A Night In Continued – Jennaya

As I get off of the couch to follow him down the hall, I unbutton my shirt to let is trail behind me as I walk, until finally letting it fall to the floor at the door to the bathroom.

Reaching back to undue the clip on my bra as I walk through the door, a soft gasp escapes my lips as I notice all of the candles he has lite and the huge whirlpool tub he has … all filled up with bubbles.

Turning at hearing my gasp from where he is kneeling lighting an insense stick, he notices my expression and gives me a soft sensous look.

“Come here baby,” he whispers while standing up and reaching out for my hand.

Placing mine in his, he pulls me close to give me a soft kiss on the lips and reaches his arms around me to undo the clip that I had completey forgotten about. As he pulls the bra down my arms and tosses it to the floor, his hands come up to cup my breasts and massage them gently.

“Ahhhh,” I moan, “that feels so good, don’t stop……… Mmmmm.”

Chuckling, he moves his hands away and pulls me closer to the tub, “Come on … in you go.”

As I step up onto the platform to bring my leg over the side, I slip slightly and without his there to support me, I would have fallen.

“I’ve got you, careful now.” As he helps me sit down in the hot soothing water, I let out a groan as I feel the heat seep into my body.

“Wow, this feels so good,” I advise as I look up into his sexy face, “aren’t you going to join me?”

“Not quite yet,” he murmurs, turning around to grab something he had put on the counter. Turning back around, I notice a sponge in his hands. He moved to sit on the side of the tub and leans down to kiss my eyelids closed.

“Close them beautiful,” he demands, “I want you to lay back, feel the heat of the water swirling around you, and relax.” I feel the jets start and let out a soft groan as I feel the water starting to rush over and around my body.

His hands, not yet wet from the water, move to my hair to pull it off of my shoulders and up so that it doesn’t get wet. He places a clip in it … although where he came up with that, I couldn’t say.

He pushes me lightly downwards so that I’m laying down with my head balanced of the edge of the hard rim, but oh, he’s even thought of that and lifts my head to place a towel underneith my neck.

Not being able to resist, I slit my eyes open to take a look at him sitting there sexily…. noticing him looking right at my eyes, I know I’ve been caught.

“Ahhhh… you don’t follow instructions too well,” he chuckles, “we’ll have to see about that!”

Quickly I close my eyes again and try to do as he’s asked, just relax. The tequilla I had drank earlier seems to be wearing off and only a slight buzz remains, leaving my head clearer than before.

Suddenly I feel a softness starting to rub up one arm, the sponge! Slowly he draws it up to my shoulders, across, then down the other as I feel him lean closer to me to try and reach across to the other side. I feel his breath on my lips and long to open my eyes to see what he’s thinking… but restrain myself.

“Good girl,” he murmurs and rewards me with a light lick against the seam of my mouth.

He brings the sponge back up and works it down my chest… purposely, I’m sure, missing my breasts. As he moves it down and around, across my stomach, I let out a quiet moan and feel my hips start to move upwards, begging for his touch.

I can feel his hands on the leg closest to him and realize that he is trying to get me to lift it up. He places it on the edge and starts to run the sponge down the outside of my leg, past the knee, down to my foot where he uses his fingers to massage me.

Then the sponge starts to move up the inside of my thigh, bringing him closer and closer to my hot pussy. “You’re killing me here, you know that don’t you, you little tease,” I murmur.

The only answer is get is his soft and sexy laugh as he again missing me where I’m so hot and ready for him. He moves under the water, down the other leg until again reaches my foot and uses his fingers to tease between my toes and kneed the bottom of my foot.