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Lessons from Sadie

admin — Sat, 17 May 2008 01:04:39 +0000

Every man remembers his first time. That first access to the warm juices of a woman’s secret place. In spite of my forty or so years making my living satisfying unfulfilled rich ladies (a career that I will reveal to you in due course), that first time, and its consequences will live with me forever.
For one thing I had waited so long, being such a shy, mother-dominated eighteen year old in my last weeks of High School. I’d had little real experience of the opposite sex. A brief touch of Teresa Wilson’s left breast through her thick cardigan before she knocked my hand away, was as good as it got. Females had always turned me into a quivering jelly. I just didn’t feel comfortable with the demands that might be placed upon me. Even my nocturnal hand jobs were completed with feelings of unbridled guilt.
Oh, yes, I’d heard all the bragging of my school mates. They just lie there and you stick it in, Jack. It’s easy. I was wise enough to know that much of their talk was fable. The wishful thinking of a sex starved youth in most cases. And it seemed to me that I was just too shy to ever find out what made a woman a woman.
This was many, many years ago, back in the days we now call innocent times . Which means that girls were more determined to keep it for some future husband. That’s the way they were brought up.
And then Vic Summers and his wife, Sadie, moved into our street, just two doors away. And I was on the verge of a sexual education which I could never even have dreamed about. Lessons that were to stand me in good stead for the rest of my life. The making of a stud. From the distance of a near half century I can look back and recall my first time with all the clarity of it being just yesterday. Because, oh my, what a time it was.
It all started when I heard the wail of Benny Goodman’s clarinet coming from the new neighbour’s back door. I loved Goodman and all the big bands. Dorsey, James and the rest.
Vic Summers came out, thin ginger hair, a drawn pale face, but smiling as he noticed my foot tapping.
“Like the big bands?” he asked me.
“They’re great.” I mumbled.
“Why not pop over tonight? I’ve got hundreds of records in my collection.”
Nervously I turned up that night and Vic greeted me with a glass of orange juice before we settled on the floor of their neat little sitting room and listened to the shivering glissando of trombone, the high pitched tremolo of clarinet. And that’s when Sadie swayed into the room, and suddenly the rhythms were all in my heart
Tall, slender, as delicate as a rain kissed rose, she swayed across the room. A blue silken dress clung to every curve of her body, and every curve was undulating with sinuous abandon. A heady perfume of lavender and something else exuded from her as she nodded in my direction.
“So you’re the young neighbour? A handsome young man. I’ll bet the girls are mad for you.”
Totally in awe, I nodded my head. Did I say the rhythms were all in my heart? Well, very rapidly they were moving deeper so that I had to hold my hands over my groin to hide what was happening there. Her sensuous movement hypnotised me. Those churning hips, the wobble of breast under the silky fabric of her dress and the flashing legs that seemed to go on for ever.
Vic was happy to share his music with me any evening I wanted. And yes, the music was exciting, but feeling myself bathed by Sadie’s sultry glances, the flowing grace of that body, they were the real attractions. I was in love, immediate and irrevocably, content with just looking, but then—
Comes that Summer day when I was lingering at the gate between our back gardens hoping for another invite from Vic, when Sadie floated out, dressed in tight sweater and tighter pants. Blue seemed to be her colour.
“Oh, Jack, how lovely to see you.” Her wide blue eyes, the swing and sway of her body, sent all kinds of electrics through me. The intimacy of her smile only added colour to my burning cheeks. “Vic won’t be home tonight. His job, you know”
Before the full weight of disappointment could hit me she went on, “But you can still come and listen to the music—- ” And she paused, the languorous smile playing on her full mouth, the eyes going cloudy, before adding, “—if you want.”
Had I misread her looks, her tone of voice? It couldn’t be that way could it? I was imagining an impossible promise, wasn’t I?
Shy I may have been but I found myself exhilarated by the mere proximity of her. The prospect of being close to her. That night, I had the longest bath I’ve ever had. Brushed my hair into what I imagined was a delicate quiff and coated my body in so much talc that I had to sneak out in case my mother questioned my perfumed presence.
Sadie answered my tentative knock at the back door almost immediately, and my eyes must have bulged at the sight of her dressed in a peach coloured wispy long silken robe open at the neck to reveal a tantalising valley between her gently rising breasts. Long tawny hair, cascaded to her shoulders.
“My you smell lovely, Jack.”
I was tempted to say, “So do you.” as her lavender perfume invaded my nostrils. But words simply choked in my constricted throat.
Music was already on the record player and I recognised Harry James Trumpet Blue and Cantabile. “You like this one, don t you?” she said, walking ahead of me into the sitting room, fascinating me with the metronome ticking of her firm buttocks under the silk.
She directed me to the sofa, as I noticed that the curtains were closed, which seemed strange on a bright Summer evening.
I sat, as she swayed for a moment, every inch of her body seeming to be alive and transmitting bolts of lightning into my dumb adolescent psyche.
The music changed, Glen Miller, softer, more romantic. She stood for a moment over me, and my eyes tried not to look at the slight parting in her negligee and the darkly shadowed something beyond. Why hadn’t she dressed? Did she know I could see?
I raised my head and she was smiling. She knew where I was looking. Then she sat down beside me, close. Closer than I could have ever dreamed.
“Tell me about your girl friends, Jack.” she breathed. Her perfume was something I thought I was going to drown in.
What could I say? Teresa Wilson’s clothed left breast apart, my only experience had been flat punctured kisses at parties and listening to the garish stories of my schoolmates.
“Not much to tell,” I admitted.
“Do you like me?”
“Y–yes. You’re—–nice.” And it sounded so crummy I could have curled up and died.
“You’re a lovely young man, Jack—” My mind was telling me, And she’s a married woman—-
She went on, “You know Vic and I have been very happy—-but you must have noticed how weak he looks—it’s the disease— a wasting thing. He can’t do——-anything.” And her pause made me look up into those eyes, even more sultry in the dim light.
“Would you like to kiss me, Jack?”
A kiss? A kiss was more than I could have hoped for, wasn’t it? She was leaning towards me and the gown had parted to reveal more of those two creamy mounds. My basic instinct was to run like hell. But like a switch had been pushed there was a sudden bulge in my best flannel trousers.
“Mmm,” was all I could manage, as her full red lips moved close, and I tried desperately to catch my breath. The lips brushed across mine, briefly, gently. Was that it? Then her hand was on the back of my neck and her mouth covered mine just as I opened it to clutch in some air. Next second her tongue was lapping over mine. Briefly shocked I was then filled with wonder at the electricity of it. The sheer sensation, my whole mouth was a-tingle. I leaned into it, dizzily, fearing I might faint at the intensity of it. Nothing in my life had prepared me for this.
Compared with those tight-lipped party kisses this was pure bliss, as Sadie’s tongue explored my own, tracing around the insides of my cheeks. My hands trembled. Nervous as I was, I felt disappointment when she drew away. Then I saw that one of her breasts had come totally free and I was gazing at it. Tits, that’s what the kids called them. But not this beautifully rounded, full, smooth hillock with its subtle pink ring tipped by a delicate nub of a nipple. This was a breast, a real, living succulent breast.
“Touch it, Jack.”
Amazed at the invitation, I looked into her eyes. Was I dreaming? Was this luscious married woman actually giving me, a gawky , permission to touch her breast?
“Please, Jack.”
I raised trembling fingers and the tips traced the elegant slope from nipple to the base of her throat. Feeling a little bolder I allowed my fingers to smooth their way around the whole curving surface. The tightness in my pants increased.
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“Now the nipple, Jack. With that same touch. You have lovely touch.”
I was scared senseless. Yet enjoying it at the same time. I reached out and tentatively ran my fingers over the hard small nipple I heard her sharp intake of breath.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, jerking my hand away.
“No, no. That was perfect, Jack. Again. A little harder.” I’d wake up soon. But the pressure in my groin told me that I wasn’t dreaming. I allowed my whole hand to settle over her breast, smoothing it, letting each finger trace over the nipple.
“Oh, you’ve done this before, haven t you, Jack,” she sighed huskily.
“No, never.” I didn’t even think of lying.
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“Kiss it, Jack.” What? Blood pounded in my head and in my cock.
“Take the nipple in your mouth, tongue it” I lowered my head nervously, “Like this?” I asked, before putting my lips around the enlarged nipple
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“Tongue, Jack. Use your tongue.”
Emboldened I did that. I couldn’t believe the pleasure of it. My mouth could have swallowed her whole. I found myself sucking without even thinking about it.
She was breathing more heavily. “You’re sure you’ve never done this before?
“Never,” I said. “But it’s nice.” That stupid useless word again. It was more than just nice. I was on some magic cloud. Briefly, guiltily I thought of Vic, but then her hands closed on either side of my face lifted me and her mouth fastened on mine again. Tongue slithering over mine sending shock waves through my whole being. One hand close over my right hand and moved it down, tracing it over the delightful flatness of her belly, the silkiness of her gown, until I felt my fingers slope downwards and detecting a sudden roughness under the silk. She made an agitated movement and the silk was gone and my fingers discovered the roughness had been a mound of soft hair.
My head was pounding. I couldn’t expect this, this was the ultimate, this was a woman’s secret place, her special gift. My hand froze, uncertain of how to proceed. All I knew was there should be an opening among this fuzziness.
Her lips left mine and she whispered, “Go on, Jack. Touch me there.”
Without daring to look down at what I was doing I let my virgin fingers grope around the hairs. Where was it? Where was that secret opening?
I felt her legs moving apart and her mouth close to my ear breathed, “Lower, Jack. Follow the groove.”
Groove? What groove? But even as the question formed my middle finger found a smaller indentation. Tracing it I found it seemed to form a little trench running down between her legs. I rubbed gently and became aware that the edges of this trench were swelling to my touch.
“Mmmmm.” Sadie’s breathed close to my ear. “My weakness. You’re finding my spot.”
The groove ran all the way down, right through to the back it seemed. Then suddenly there was moisture. My fingers were running along wet lips. I drew them back and then forward again. Repeated the action. Aware now of her laboured breathing, almost panting. On one forward movement there was a parting of the trench and there was something small and hard, like a miniature nipple under my fingers. But no hole—-where was that opening?
“Oh, God, that’s marvellous. Don t stop. That’s it. There. Oh, Jesus. Yes. Probe, Jack.”
I seemed to be too far back when without warning my middle finger sank into a wet pit, so far back that it took me by surprise. I pushed and my finger sank right in. I let another finger join it and prodded them both upwards and inwards.
Sadie was panting and gasping, kissing my face my hair my ears, tonguing into my mouth. “Oh, God, yes. Oh, God ”
I couldn’t believe how ignorant I had been. I didn’t even know that this glory hole was set so far back between a woman’s legs. And that was when I felt Sadie’s hand on my thigh, on my bulge. Oh, hell, I wasn’t sure about this. Nobody had touched me there. Not since I was a baby anyway. But I wanted it and didn’t, both at the same time. No woman had seen my cock, not in that enlarged state. Not in any state.
Sadie’s hands expertly opened my trousers. She was going to touch my naked cock. She was—-she was! My own fingers stopped their luscious probing as I gasped for air. Then her fingers were closing around my swollen member drawing it into the open. And the whole pressure of the episode was just too much as her fingers lightly caressed my bulging tip.
In despair, I realised what was going to happen, after all that had happened up to this point, the touch of her hand was all too much. My lower body seemed to explode. I looked up in time to see the first spurts bloom whitely over her fingers.
“Oh, dear,” she sighed. “An early bird.”
Ashamed, disgusted with myself I was about to apologise when she crooned, “But I catch the worm. Cum to mama. Don t go to waste.” And to my mix of joy and horror she stooped and closed her mouth over my oozing cock. She was taking my cum in her mouth. I hadn’t even known that was allowed. Vaguely I remember seeing a dirty picture that the lads passed around. But here was Sadie with her head in my lap, her mouth gently sucking on my spurting cock and taking every drop down.
After just a moment I felt myself softening and Sadie released me, raised her head, smiled and licked the cum from her hand.
“I’m sorry,” I said lamely.
“Sorry? For what? We haven t finished, Jack. And you can put your hand back where it was for a start.”
I glanced down at my pathetic little cock lying like a dead snail outside my pants. It didn’t seem likely that anything else could happen. I’d just been to the top of the world. Sadie saw my look and smiled.
“I’ll tell you what, Jack.” I think we need to be more comfortable. And she stood up and took my hand urging me to stand. Then she lead me through a door and we were in a bedroom, with a large double bed.
“Comfort, Jack. We’ve come this far. We might as well have comfort.”
I couldn’t see what we could do now. Did she mean we were going to sleep. Straight away I knew this wasn’t the case as she slipped completely out her robe and stood there totally, delightfully naked. Another first for me.
My eyes, bolder now, after what had gone before, roamed over the twin perfect breasts, bold, firm and pink tipped, that flat belly sloping down to the tawny patch of hair that I had explored but was seeing for the first time. She moved her feet and I caught a glimpse of the secret lips hidden down there.
“Now you,” she said and as I hesitated she stepped forward and began undoing my shirt.
My mother hadn’t seen me naked since I’d reached puberty. Nobody had. Even with my mates after football I was always a little embarrassed. Now here was this virtual stranger busy removing my shirt. Stranger? After what we’d just done?
She loosened my belt and my trousers dropped. Her hands slipped inside the waistband of my shorts. “You think I have a good body, Jack? ”
I nodded breathlessly and resisted saying’nice.’”Not bad for a thirty year old, is it?”
Thirty. She was thirty. I felt my face burning red as she slipped my shorts down over my hips, and stood back to look me up and down. I wanted the ground to swallow me. “You have a good body, too. Only yours will get better.” Her hand slid under my scrotum which made me jump. “Oh, Jack, you are going to make a lot of women happy. And I’m going to show you how. Let’s lie down.”
To my surprise her touching my balls had made my cock flicker upwards. I lay down across the bed, and she lay beside me.
“I have a need right now, Jack. So we’ll show you early stages later. For now just kiss my breasts again. Early stages? What did she mean? Later? When was later?
Earlier it had been one breast, now I had both at my disposal. I let my tongue flicker from one to the other, while my hands roamed over them, enjoying the friction. My eyes gaped in wonder at the way her nipples swelled to my mouthing. From time to time she muttered little instructions.
“Use your teeth. Yes there, gently. Now squeeze, then stroke. Now move your lips down over my belly.”
Oh, oh, this was taking me towards a new stage. My tongue tickled at her tiny navel.
On down. And the next tickling was her pubic hairs on my mouth. I couldn’t go any further. These weren’t the lips for my lips, were they?
“Touch first. Yes, fingers.” Her voice was husky.
I let my fingers move as they had before feeling out the petal folds as they opened to my touch. Moistness, aroma, heat. I felt my cock flexing itself, like a fighter returning to the fray.
“Open me. Yes thumbs on each side. You’re looking for the stone in a plum. Look. Look, Jack ”
My head was between her, legs my feet up near her head. I could never imagine what I was seeing. All that pinkness, layer on layer it seemed.
“See it, Jack? See my clit?”
Among the fold rose a tiny bud thing. Was that it? I wasn’t sure so I tentatively touched with my fingers.
“That’s it, Jack. My clit.” Her voice was strained, almost gasping. “Now put your tongue on it.”
My tongue there? This couldn’t be right. This wouldn’t be very pleasant, would it? Was this making love?
“Please, Jack. I need this—need it now.”
Reluctantly I leaned into it and flicked my tongue against that tiny target. For some reason my whole being trembled with excitement as she stiffened and gasped, “Oooh—yes, –do it—give it —lick it—lick it hard.”
My tongue began working as though it had a life of its own. Lapping at her little secret button. Her clit. I hadn’t even heard the word before. Back and forward went my tongue. Round and round. No taste, yet it was like supping on cream and the creaminess increased, as her legs spread and I found myself licking and probing until my tongue was guzzling into that mysterious hole without me even wondering about what I was doing.
“Oh, yes, we’re there, Jack.” And as she said it I felt her tongue licking the length of my semi-hard cock. I let my tongue run wild along her every widening creases, as she gasped and moaned. Her lips fastened around my cock and I could feel it swelling inside her mouth.
“No, I’ll—” I tried to warn her, recalling my earlier weakness.
“No you won’t,” she gasped.” I won’t let you.”
I could feel her tongue exploring the head and I felt so huge inside her and almost involuntarily I felt my hips thrust to push my cock deeper into her mouth, while my licking and probing with my tongue in her wetness got wilder and wilder.
Her mouth came away from my cock and I didn’t want it to, I glanced along the length of her belly and saw her pressing my organ against her breasts. I couldn’t believe what I saw. My meagre hand jobs never made it look that massive. It had never been so engorged, so fat.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. “Jack, you’ve got a wonderful lance here. I want it inside me.”
She sat up and I sat up looking at her, her cheeks flushed, her eyes clouded with passion.
“Now, we’ll fuck,” she said flatly. It shocked my to hear her use the word. You must remember this was many years ago when that word was the worst thing you could say. Yet there seemed no better way of saying what we were going to do.

Atlanta

admin — Fri, 16 May 2008 21:05:19 +0000

“It’s just as good as the first time I watched it.” Mike reached up over Jan’s shoulder and pressed the rewind on the VCR. “I think maybe once more…, then I’ll drive the rest of the way.”
“Hey, I don’t mind driving if you want to keep watching it over and over. Besides…,” Jan reached back and took hold of Mike’s hard cock with her right hand, “I love watching you play with this.”
Jan grinned at her husband who was standing behind her with his robe open, then looked back at the road. “Naw, just once more.” Mike pressed the play button and sat back in the recliner of the motorhome. As the well-played tape began to once more show Jan masturbating, Mike took his cock in his hand and began to slowly massage it. “Besides,” Mike kept his eyes on the TV screen above Jan as he spoke. “If I don’t drive, I’ll probably just cum again watching this, and I’ll be useless when we get to Susan and Greg’s.”
“I don’t think you’ve ever been useless.” Jan glanced at Mike with a smile on her face and continued. “And…, just what do you think you’ll be doing there anyway?”
“Well, you never know…” Mike’s mind started to contemplate the possibilities as he watched Susan come into the scene on the TV with Jan. “You just never know.” As the video ended Mike got back up to rewind the VCR and as soon as he was close enough Jan again grabbed his hard cock.
“Do you have some special plans for this?” Jan moved her hand up and down the length of Mike’s cock. “I sure hope I’m included,” Jan turned slightly, allowing her to take Mike’s cock into her mouth for a second. “I didn’t know that we were to make plans though.”
“No, I don’t have any real plans…, I just was thinking about everything…, everything that might happen.” Mike seemed a little defensive so Jan quickly replied.
“It’s ok honey…, it’s ok, I’ve kind of thought about that too.”
“Really?” Mike seemed more interested now as he sat down in the passenger seat of the motorhome. “What have you thought about?”
“Well, Susan and I both agreed that it’s better when nothing is expected or pre-arranged, like we discussed, but, everyone has certain fantasies and desires…” Jan thought a moment before continuing. “Things that can’t be done with just the two of us, or the two of them. Like, Greg wanting to fuck large tits. With Susan having such small ones, it’s just something the two of them can’t do.”
“Oh! So you’ve already made some plans.” Mike grinned as he chided Jan.
“Well,” Jan quickly replied in self-defense, “it is his fantasy…, and I would be willing to help.”
“Such a sweet person,” Mike laughed and then finished, “and of course the fact that you love to have your tits fucked has nothing to do with your generosity.” They both laughed and continued to discuss the different possibilities of the first meeting with this couple from Atlanta.
Once Mike and Jan had set up camp they quickly changed clothes and took off in the toad, the nickname for their tow vehicle. Mike was anxious to see in person the woman he had been watching on the tape for the past three days. Jan was also anxious to see Greg for the first time, and excited about seeing Susan again.
“Are you nervous?” Susan looked at her husband who was standing by the front door looking out the small window.
“Yea, a little, I guess.” Greg turned around to look at Susan who’d just come out of the bedroom.
“Wow, you really look great.” Susan had on velour wrap around dress that could have been used as a robe. It came only just low enough on her hips to ensure some sense of modesty, but definitely high enough to spur the imagination. “I’ll sure bet they’ll love that outfit.”
“Well, I hope so.” Susan adjusted the top to allow a little more view of her small cleavage as she spoke. “I’d hate for anyone to be disappointed.”
“Yea, me too.” Greg agreed. “I know you’re hoping to be with Jan again honey, and I hope it works out.”
“You’re so sweet.” Susan kissed Greg then continued.
“And understanding about everything.”
“Hey, I think it’s sexy that you like gals…, and when Karen was here the other day with you, well, it was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever heard about.”
The doorbell interrupted Susan and Greg and the two quickly composed themselves before opening the front door. “Hi!” Susan reached out and hugged Jan as the couple came in the house. “And hello to you Mike.” Susan put her arms up and around Mike’s neck, allowing her body to fully engage his, and gave him a welcome kiss on the cheek while they hugged.
“Come on in…come in, it’s cold out there tonight.” Susan shut the door then turned towards Greg. “Jan, Mike, this is Greg.” Greg reached out a shook Mike’s hand, then turned to Jan and hesitated.
“Oh don’t be shy.” Jan grinned at Greg then went to him and gave him a nice kiss on the lips. “After all, if you’ve watched that video as much as Mike has, you already know me pretty well.” Everyone laughed and moved on into the living room.
“Can I take your coats?” Susan offered.
“Well, before we take them off…, remember you said it’s to be a very casual hot-tub evening.” Jan looked closer at Susan who looked ravishing in her velour wrap. “And you look like a fashion model.”
“Thanks, but this is really not much more than a robe…, but isn’t it just gorgeous? Greg got it for me.”
“Ok, glad you’ve got the house well heated.”
As Jan finished her sentence she unbuttoned her full length coat and, taking it off, revealed all 5′7″ of her beautiful naked body. Greg’s mouth dropped open as he looked at Jan’s beautiful 36C breasts with her large hard nipples.
Susan smiled broadly as she, once more, took in the feminine beauty of her friend. “Ok, now don’t expect as much from me.” Mike broke the silence of the moment as he took off his coat and revealed that he was wearing sweatpants underneath.
“I had to be able to get out of the car if necessary…, and besides, Jan would be too hard of an act to follow anyway. “Yes indeed!”
Susan was still looking at Jan, “A very hard act to follow. I just hope you aren’t disappointed in little ‘ole me.” Susan smiled at Mike as she spoke.
“Hey, I think you’re just fantastic looking Susan.”
Susan grinned, adjusted her top to allow more of a view, and stepped towards Mike giving him a kiss. “Thanks, you’re really sweet.”
“Hey!” Jan spoke rather loudly. “Has anyone noticed that I’m the only naked one here? Either show me to the hot-tub, or give me back my coat.”
“Really,” Greg took Jan’s hand and began to lead the way, “it’s right this way.” Susan and Mike followed behind as Greg led them to the back porch. The porch had been enclosed and contained a large spa with a fireplace beside it. Jan immediately got into the spa and sat down concealing her naked body.
Greg, who had been the most dressed in shirt and slacks, quickly disrobed and got in, sitting by Jan. Mike, quickly slipped off his tennis shoes and sweatpants, then stepped into the warm water. Mike simply stood in the thigh-high water of the spa and watched as Susan slowly opened her dress revealing her small pretty body. Once Susan was undressed, Mike reached out and assisted her into the tub. Mike was sitting across from Jan and Susan was across from Greg. The size of the tub allowed just enough room for the four to sit without touching, however all four were wanting to touch. The soothing bubbles made just the right sound to add to the moment, and also the right amount of privacy under the water.
“How about if we just feel whatever…, whoever for a while?” Susan looked at each of the other three as she spoke. Mike smiled broadly. Greg had a peculiar look on his face and Susan momentarily thought she’d said the wrong thing. Jan grinned devilishly, then replied to her friend. “I already am.” Greg gasped a little at this letting the other’s know that Jan had already been handling his cock. Mike reached over and began to feel of Susan’s small soft legs. He glanced at Jan and noticed Greg’s hand just under the water at her breasts. Then Mike felt as Susan’s small left hand wrapped around his stiffening cock. As Susan began to manipulate his cock more, Mike moved his right hand up her leg and began to explore her small pussy. Mike noticed Jan looking towards Susan and Susan leaning some towards Jan indicating that Susan was feeling of Jan’s pussy while Greg was feeling her tits. Jan leaned back and shut her eyes obviously savoring the moment. As Jan, with her eyes still shut, started leaning forward, Mike felt her hand on his at Susan’s pussy. Mike quickly allowed hers to replace his on Susan, but kept his on top to feel what was happening.
Then Mike felt Jan’s other hand reach out and take his left hand. With a quick, smooth, maneuver Jan moved both of their hands to Greg’s groin, placing Mike’s hand on Greg’s hard cock. Nothing was said. Greg had to know. Jan’s eyes were still shut. Susan was in heaven, being fingered by Jan. Mike, a little uneasily at first, began to really feel of Greg’s cock. It was not too big around, but nearly as long as his own. And the way it curved upward was very unusual. Mike looked at Greg, who was leaning towards Jan with his eyes shut obviously enjoying her tits. Greg was a nice looking guy. A couple of inches taller than Mike, about 6′4″ he guessed, and a little overweight but obviously had been in good shape once. His hair was about the color of blond that Mike’s was before turning white, and Mike knew that Jan would like the dimple that Greg showed each time he smiled. Mike continued to explore this cock with his hand as he felt his own cock being explored again. He glanced at Susan who had let go of his cock a few minutes before when she was concentrating totally on Jan’s caresses, but instantly realized that this couldn’t be her small hand anyway. It was really a surprising turn-on to Mike that he was enjoying this mutual masturbation with Greg. The four continued to explore each other silently for nearly and hour, when Susan, after an obvious climax, interrupted the mute interlude.
“Anyone for a snack?”
“Well, I’m not really hungry…,” Jan looked at the other three in the tub as she spoke, “but I’m about water logged. I’ll probably look like a prune.” Jan stood as she finished her sentence. “Yea, we all probably ought to get out.” Greg stood as well showing the others his hard cock that made a gentle curve to the ceiling.
As Greg stepped out of the tub his cock came very close to Mike’s face. “Why don’t you try it?” Jan had been watching Mike’s expression and all four knew exactly what she was referring to. “Try what?” Mike tried to pretend ignorance. “You know…, we all know. I think it’s really sexy Mike. If Greg doesn’t mind, go ahead…, that’s what this is supposed to be for after all…, trying things that a couple can’t do alone.” “I…, I don’t know…, maybe later.”
Mike looked up at Greg as he spoke and Greg smiled. “Hey, I’m cool with it, as long as the gals are.”
“I’m like Jan,” Susan quickly broke in as she confirmed what she had guessed the conversation was about. “I think it’s absolutely a turn-on. If you guys get turned on watching us gals together, why wouldn’t you think we’d enjoy watching you?”
“Well, maybe later.” Mike still wasn’t sure. Greg was also relieved that this proposal had been tabled for awhile. But, both men continued to toy with the idea.
“Well, is anybody hungry?” Susan stood up and stepped out of the tub as she spoke.
“Not me honey.” Greg stepped out and reached for a towel for himself and handed another to Jan.
“No, me either.” Mike said as he stood up and grabbed more towels from the hanger on the wall. Mike handed one to Susan, who dried off a bit, then wrapped the towel around her and started towards the living room.
“Well, let’s go where it’s warmer then.” Susan looked back at the others as she spoke.
“And remember what we’d talked about Jan?”
“Oh yea,” Jan answered then added, “you mean about fantasy fullfillment?”
“Yes, exactly.” Susan turned to the others who had just intered the living room all clad only in towels.
“Now, who gets to go first?” Susan stopped for only a split second before continuing. “Ok, I will!” Everyone laughed at her devious method of getting the first fantasy.
“Fine with us Susan, even though you cheated a little…, so what’s your request?” Jan smiled at her friend as she spoke. The women had agreed that the primary reason for the evening would be for each of the four to make a request for some activity, then the other three to try and fulfill that request. This was to be a one night experience so each request would be limited to about an hour or less. They had all agreed before hand that there were so many possibilities, and other nights in the future, that these limits were to be kept. “I want to be fucked while I eat your pussy.” Susan had considered so many more subtle ways of expressing her desires over the last couple of days. But, now after the hot tub’s effect of releasing inhibitions, she just blurted it out. “Ok, sounds fine to me.” Jan was quick to respond.
“It looks like Greg is really up to the other part.” Mike grinned pointing at Greg’s still hard cock.
“And I’ll watch, but if you need anything feel free to holler.” Everyone laughed together somewhat nervously. For several moments no-one moved or spoke.
“Well, where do you want me?” Jan removed her towel as she spoke to Susan, breaking the silence.
“Just lay on the couch on your back,” Susan led Jan to the sofa and helped Jan lay down. “now, just relax…, here,” Susan reached down and moved Jan’s right leg slightly off the edge of the couch allowing a better view of her pussy to everyone, “let me help get you in a good position.”
“Do I need to do anything?” Jan sounded less confident now, but not at all unwilling.
“No sweetie, just relax and enjoy…, shut your eyes if you want.” Jan kept her eyes on Susan as Susan knelt down by the couch and began to explore Jan’s legs with her hands. As Susan’s hands worked their way close to Jan’s thick pubic hair, Jan instinctively reached down to Susan’s head.
“OOH…, I’m so tender…,” Jan, starting to sit up slightly, spoke in almost a whisper. “It’s ok now…, I just need to adjust to the sensations.” Jan shut her eyes and again laid back on the sofa. Susan, more purposefully now, moved one of her hands directly on Jan’s waiting pussy. To Susan’s delight the outer lips were well lubricated already and it was easy to ease one of her fingers into Jan’s opening. As Susan began to slowly finger her friend’s pussy, she leaned forward and placed her mouth directly on Jan’s hardening clitoris. It tasted so wonderful.
Greg and Mike had been watching the scene almost hypnotized by the erotic atmosphere. “Man, that’s about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen…,” Mike was talking to Greg, but his eyes were glued to the sofa. “It’s the video times ten!”
“Yea, it’s really unbelievable.” Greg replied, and thought to himself how so recently Susan had done this same thing with Karen…, but this time Greg was there…, watching, and going to be part of it. With this thought Greg moved toward the sofa, got down on his knees behind Susan, and began to take her towel off. Mike moved to a chair across from the sofa that allowed the best view and sat down. Mike watched as Greg exposed Susan’s beautiful small body. Susan really looked so feminine, and it was so sexy watching Susan devouring his beautiful Jan. Mike could tell that Jan, too, was enjoying herself by the look on her face. A look that he knew so well. Mike, without conscience effort, was stroking his hard cock while he observed the scene in front of him.
Greg could see the back of his wife’s head as Susan continued to eat Jan’s pussy. He could hear the slurping sounds which let him know how wet Jan was. He watched as Susan moved one of her hands up to Jan’s left breast, then began to squeeze Jan’s large hard nipple. At this he saw Jan move her right hand to the other nipple to do the same. Greg focused on Jan’s large tits as he moved forward, opening the front of his towel but leaving it on, and easily slipped his long slender cock into Susan’s wet pussy. Greg, after feeling his cock thrust all the way inside of Susan, remained motionless for several moments savoring the feel and the view. He wanted to last…, just last long enough to let Susan cum with him…, it was so sexy…, beyond belief…, he was watching his wife make love to this beautiful woman while he felt his cock in her wet, tight, hot, pussy…, it felt sooo good…, it looks soooo sexy…… Greg lost control of his senses. The feel, the view, the stimulation…, it was all understandably too much.
Without warning, without even much movement, his cock began to shoot a huge load of his cum into Susan’s hot pussy. “Oooh, man…, oooh damn…,” Greg’s tone of voice was both pleasure and disappointment. “Hey, don’t worry Greg,” Mike could tell what had happened instantly and was consoling Greg. “who could’ve lasted under these circumstances.”
“Yea, I guess…,” Greg let his well spent dick slip out of Susan’s pussy, “but I sure wanted to last.., to make it better for her.”
Greg replaced his cock with his fingers and continued to pleasure Susan. “Honey?”
Susan moved her face slightly up and away from Jan’s pussy as she spoke. “I…, uh…, I’d really like more…, is it ok, if, Mike finishes me?” As soon as she finished her sentence Susan resumed eating Jan.
Greg looked at Mike with a smile, then with a signal from his hands towards Susan’s small ass, indicated his approval.
“Wow,” Mike realized how he was more than ready for this, “thanks, damn…, where’s my sweats?” Mike was practically running around the room searching for his discarded clothing.
“There, yea, here,” Mike found the sweat pants and the condoms in the pocket. As he moved across the room to the girls Mike managed to get the package open and the condom on. Greg moved to the chair that Mike had been in before and sat down to watch. Susan was now really going at her work on Jan and both women were reaching a very high level of sensuality. Mike wanted to really explore this woman, but knowing the immediate needs of all involved, simply got down in the same position that Greg had been in and inserted his slightly thicker cock into the extremely wet pussy.
“Ooooh,” Mike groaned out loud as he felt his cock going through the surprisingly tight channel. “Man…” Even with the combined juices of Susan and Greg, Susan’s pussy felt really great to Mike. This, combined with the erotic knowledge of fucking someone other than Jan, had Mike quickly catching up with the women’s nearing orgasm. But, he wanted to make sure he, too, didn’t jump the gun so he concentrated on waiting.
“Now…, now, harder, fuck me, harder.” Susan began to push back against Mike as she spoke, then she dove back into Jan’s pussy and began sucking harder. Mike took the cue and began to fuck in and out of Susan’s pussy faster and harder with each stroke. Greg, who was not yet getting hard again, still had his flaccid dick in his hand and was jerking off as he watched the scene in front of him. “Now!!!! yes!!!! now!!!” Susan’s body jerked several times, then seemed to lose all muscle as she slinked down to the floor, causing Mike’s raging cock to slip out of her pussy.
Jan opened her eyes and smiled at Mike, who was still on his knees facing her with his cock standing straight out with cum and semen dripping from the condom. “Hey there sexy.” Jan reached over and felt of Mike’s cock and slowly rolled the condom off. “Looks like you need a little more attention.” With this Jan sat up and took Mike’s cock in her mouth. With deliberate slowness, Jan proceeded to bring Mike down gently from his high. Jan knew the evening wasn’t over, and also knew her husband well. He wouldn’t want to cum just yet, and she knew how to do just enough to relieve the immediate need without causing him to cum. As she continued to suck his cock, Susan got up and went to sit on Greg’s lap in the chair where the two could watch. In a few minutes Mike pushed Jan’s head back off his cock, signaling that he’d recovered, and pulling her up to him, kissed her lovingly.

Break Time

admin — Fri, 16 May 2008 17:04:32 +0000

The night was unusually hot for Northern California. Even in the air-conditioned cruiser, heat radiating up from the black asphalt left ripples in the distant headlights. Fortunately, the heat had not brought its usual companion: people acting crazy. Indeed, the night was especially quiet on the latter part of the last shift (according to briefing) and was approaching downright boring two hours into the graveyard shift. That suited Belltamo just fine.
Bell, as most people called her, had had a rough day before late night shift at work. The sink drain had broken while she was replacing the garbage disposal (She had managed to repair both.); the cat had gone into labor (and, by now, had either delivered kittens or ‘meowed’ her furry little head off); a call from an old friend brought news of an illness but she had no way to go visit in Montana on her current budget; and, she’d made an off-duty arrest at the local convenience store. The last had really topped off her day.
Some jerk had not only picked her favorite store to hit, he’d hit it just as Bell was coming in for aspirin. Nobody had tipped off the guy when she entered the store (Everyone around knew she was a Highway Patrol officer.) and she had the time to casually draw her weapon and wait for ‘Bozo’ to start to leave. He had his revolver down and uncocked when she’d wrecked his day. The city police arrived about 20 seconds later and she had been treated like a hero. It pays that the ‘local girl done good’ was well liked. And, her report would save local cops plenty paperwork. By the time she had gotten to her shift, two complete shifts of troopers had heard about the arrest and had placed a great big banner over her locker and balloons all around. She felt wonderful; for a 7th month rookie to be treated so well was almost unheard of. Bell was all smiles until well into her shift and then the exhaustion hit. She had missed hours of sleep to complete the arrest paperwork. Now, restlessness threatened to make the night endless! Her territory stretched for hundreds of miles through the rural northern valley and tonight’s heat was not helping at all. She was about to call in for a rest break when an incoming call stopped her.
“All units within the vicinity of Petterten see the late model Dodge Stealth, bright red, unknown California plates, believed to be headed north towards Petterten. Suspect is white male…”
Bell checked the road markers and noted that she was less than 15 miles east of Petterten. She radioed dispatch to advise she’d be close soon. But she noticed the ‘moving darkness’ of an approaching car driven at night without headlights in no more than a few seconds. She watched the ‘phantom’s’ approach with growing concern: dispatch had been right except the car was moving very fast.
It was too late to make a ‘blind U’ to get in position to pursue without being seen (or hit!) first, so Bell waited for the car to pass her (Yes, it was a red Stealth.), and she ‘lit the tree’ by turning on the red lights and the siren. After a high speed U-turn, she radioed dispatch exact positions of the suspect’s car and her cruiser and that she was currently in pursuit. She also started Lamaze. The controlled breathing and relaxation exercise was what she had used to stay calm and steady while training in the academy with cars and weapons. Her trainers and the other rookies never saw her flinch or shake once. If they knew that she was pretending she was having a baby, they would have died laughing. But, Belltamo was known as “The Rock” throughout training and in her first few months on the streets.
That training brought her closer to the Stealth rapidly, although he certainly knew she was coming now. He began to take bigger risks in passing other traffic on this 4-lane stretch of highway. Two near crashes and Bell decided to turn off the pursuit lights and drop back, letting him think she’d broken off the pursuit. Now, she looked much like any other car in his rear view mirror.
Then, using cars that she’d let pass her, she ’slid’ forward once again, all the while gaining ground although pursuit like this was extremely dangerous to people not paying attention.
‘OK friend, this is where you and I get acquainted,’ she thought. He’d slowed to around 80 miles per hour when she rocketed past him, slipped in front and re-lit ‘the tree’, which put a bright yellow light in his face while she slowed the cruiser slightly and brought its rear into contact with the Stealth’s front bumper. Then, Bell braked hard and slouched in her seat, bringing both cars to a smoky, screeching halt. She was out of hers (on the passenger side, just in case) with her weapon drawn for a second time tonight when the suspect, a teenage boy, jumped out of the Dodge screaming, “Don’t shoot me! Please, don’t shoot me!”
Bell had him arrested, cuffed, and secured in the back of her cruiser in less than 2 minutes. Moments later, CHP, local police and sheriffs were everywhere. And, also for the second time that night, Bell found herself surrounded by law enforcement patting her on the back. She slowly gravitated towards her fellow ‘CHiPS’ and tried to melt into the sea of uniforms.
“Great job.” The speaker was another CHP officer that was much like the rest except that this one was also a woman. Tall (around 5′10,” Bell guessed), of medium build and with flowing brown hair just a bit too long for regulation, she had the easy manner of a veteran cop and the smile of an unjaded long-timer. Her tag said that she was G. Stanton.
“Thanks, but it wasn’t much,” Bell muttered.
“Not much, my ass. It’s one thing to see a cop take on something like this alone but it’s a serious trip to see a rookie do it. And, bottom line, there are only four of us women in Northern California. We need to make a good showing like this to piss off the ‘old school’ men’s club.”
With genuine gratitude, Bell offered her hand and said, “Thank you. I’m…”
.”..Belltamo, Lisa. But, everyone calls you ‘Bell’. I know: the rest of the women on duty have been following your progress and you are already something of a minor legend. No woman has gotten through the academy like you did, with guts, compassion, and nerves of steel. We were very proud of you.”
“Well, to tell you the truth,” Bell said quietly and to just Stanton, “I had a secret weapon. Lamaze.”
G. Stanton looked at Bell and both started to laugh. The cops close by looked puzzled, but a CHP sergeant looked their way and started towards them.
“Shit!” Stanton breathed without moving her mouth, “I never see Grey in the field and he caught us laughing. Stay calm and quiet.”
“Stanton. Belltamo,” he (from his shield. now clearly identifiable as Sergeant D. Grey) acknowledged the officers. “Obviously, you’ve had a busy day, Belltamo. Between this afternoon’s off-duty work and tonight, you’re a credit to the uniform. I think we can wrap this up without you. You and Stanton take an extra hour for lunch and I’ll call in the authorization for some extra ‘off’ time. Good work, Belltamo.”
Stanton nodded as he walked off, turned to Bell and said, “He is the acting president of the ‘old school’. You have just managed to make your life a lot easier!” Stanton exclaimed enthusiastically. “Come on. For lunch I’ll show you a little secret since you’re not from around here.”
Bell gratefully agreed; finding good food and quiet places around the route had been an ongoing challenge.
With Stanton leading, they drove into the hills for a while and came upon a small, remote building with no windows, but an attached garage. Stanton got out and opened a small, well-hidden access panel. Exposing a keyless entry port, she punched in two sets of alphanumeric codes to open the garage, into which they drove both cruisers and closed the door.
As she started a mini tour, Stanton said, “This is a RFS, remote field substation. As you can see, it’s just like the city stations, complete with on-line computer terminals, laundry room, showers, sleeping quarters. It’s just totally unstaffed. It is, however, completely stocked with supplies and lunch will be served in about 15 minutes.”
Stanton took the prepared meals out of a well stocked refrigerator and began ‘customizing’ them, adding grated cheese, fresh ground pepper, and the like from the freshly restocked refrigerator and spice cabinets.
“Excuse me, but this whole thing is not the stuff people read about at the academy. What gives?” Bell asked in wonder.
“This little place and two just like it are owned and operated by the local civilians in their respective communities. Taxpayers aren’t in the loop, so there is no official record of these little beauties. But, they really make the difference out here 40 miles from the nearest Burger King, and even it closes at 23:50!” Stanton explained.
Lunch was great and they talked like schoolgirls throughout, getting to know some of the details of each other’s lives and sharing experiences with the CHP. Stanton excused herself to wash while Bell started to clean up the compact but efficient kitchen area. When she had finished, she turned to see Stanton leaning against the door jam, idly watching her. Bell met her gaze and started for the restroom that Stanton had just vacated. Stanton casually moved in front of her, blocking her way. Bell’s expression never changed as she said, “I need to wash up, too.”
Stanton remained in the doorway for a long moment, then moved to the side to let Bell pass.
When Bell returned, Stanton was standing in the middle of the room, still with the look of calm, idle observation. Bell stood where Stanton had before and casually leaned against the door jam. Seconds turned to minutes as they stood facing one another. It was Bell who finally spoke.
“What kind of security does this place have?”
“There’s a local alarm company with 24/7 monitoring, if the alarm is tripped. That can’t happen since we were logged in using the keypad.”
“What time is it?”
“It’s 03:22 and that’s 93 minutes from the end of (thanks to you!) our long lunch break.”
A pause, then Bell: “I’m not…”
“Neither am I.”
“Then what’s up, Stanton?”
“I…just… need to, Lisa. And, it’s Gwen.”
“Will you be OK?”
“Of course. You?”
“I think so. When?”
“Now.”
Lisa didn’t move and Gwen waited a moment, then slowly walked towards Lisa. When she was nearly towering over Lisa’s 5′5″ frame, she stopped. Lisa never looked away from the gray eyes Gwen held her with. Lisa slowly unclipped her weapon and removed it, placing it on the counter beside her. Gwen did the same, never looking away from Lisa’s soft brown eyes. Lisa reached behind her back and removed her handcuffs to place beside her weapon. Gwen did, as well. And, with all the seriousness of a formal arraignment, Lisa asked, “But will you respect me in the morning?”
Both women burst into laughter and, when they’d finally settled down to casual chuckling, they carefully looked at each other again, both smiling.
Although it was Gwen who led Lisa to the small but comfy sleep area, it was Lisa who acted as the ‘veteran’ while Gwen played ‘rookie’. Lisa very slowly and gently removed Gwen’s tie, shirt, and bra while Gwen did the same for her, pausing to softly kiss Lisa’s breasts. Lisa unstrapped Gwen’s heavy belt, opened her pants, and slid them down Gwen’s long legs. And, with pants around their ankles, both women unlaced each other’s shoes, pulled them off, and then slid off their own pants and socks. Standing in just her panties, Lisa knelt behind Gwen and fondled her hips slowly as she slipped down Gwen’s panties. Lisa stood again and Gwen nuzzled the center of Lisa’s underclothes, then removed them, as well.
Gwen took her cues from Lisa and tried to be as sure of herself as Lisa seemed to be. Gently laying beside the smaller woman she ever so slowly brought their faces together to brush lips. A soft moan from Lisa as she closed her eyes was all Gwen needed to know. Fully embracing the other officer, their first “real” kiss was one of deepening passion as they both opened their mouths to whet their mounting curiosity.
Letting themselves mellow and cool, Lisa slowly reopened her eyes to see the subject of her first feminine kiss and a small smile utterly obliterated her customarily staid expression with joy. Gwen’s returned smile reassured both that their newfound intimacy was a mutually desired and shared pleasure.
Gwen slowly lay back, brushing her breasts against Lisa’s as she gently encouraged Lisa to bring her head to them, a subtle request with which Lisa eagerly complied. Lisa, looking down at a beautiful and completely nude female body in a bed with her for the first time, kept her eyes open as she caressed Gwen’s left nipple with her tongue and lips, watching and feeling it harden and rise in response. And Gwen let a hand slip along Lisa’s extremely firm hips and thighs, ever so gently exploring her contours with touch.
Lisa brought a hand to meet Gwen’s and pushed it closer and firmer on her thighs, slightly undulating against Gwen’s body, moving with the liquid grace of a cat: moving closer, moving away, moving closer again. She then opened her legs slightly and guided her lover’s hand to her inner thighs, feeling the coolness of Gwen’s fingers rubbing along the warmth where her legs had grown much warmer from the heat they were generating rubbing together and from her own excitement.
Gwen looked down, between them and Lisa’s gaze followed, both taking in the view of their two hands intertwined and pressed so intimately between Lisa’s thighs. Lisa closed her eyes and moaned ever so lightly and Gwen took that to mean she must have been doing the right thing to please her fellow officer. She slowly brought her leg up and between Lisa’s, just far enough to open the space where their fingers danced a slow waltz, close enough to entice another quiet moan from Lisa who opened her legs much wider and moved into and between Gwen’s legs with one of her legs as well. This time, with their passions fully kindled, they kissed like virgin teenagers on a third date: with complete abandoned, forgetting all in the world around them. Nothing exists but love through racing hearts, passion now unfettered by newness of another body, and the illusion of slowing time.
In their writhing, Gwen noticed (as if from afar) her hand has been pushed tightly up, up as far is it can go between Lisa’s legs. Feeling her smooth and shaven sex, her moans join the guttural sounds Lisa had started to make with a greater frequency, greater urgency. And as soon as she felt the dampness of Lisa passion, she broke the kiss and palmed the delicate moisture while again looking down between them. She gasped and Lisa slipped her hand to the place Gwen had been silently begging her to.
Lisa encountered a wonderfully enticing bloom of very light downy brown hair (which, she observed, is clipped a lot neater than the hair on Gwen’s head) and stifles a spontaneous laugh with a kiss on her cheek. Gwen doesn’t appear to notice and Lisa looks down again to see Gwen’s fingers shiny with their loaned wetness, then looks to her own hand and sees that it is as well.
Lisa ever so slowly teased her middle finger between Gwen’s steamy wet sex and Gwen immediately opened her legs wider while closing her eyes, moaning louder and biting the right side of her own lower lip. Lisa felt Gwen’s need rise with a new urgency and both heat and more soft wetness raise the arousal of both women. Lisa became a bit bolder and allowed another finger to enter Gwen while the three others either caressed outside her lover’s hot warmth or slowly slipped into and out of Gwen’s arching body, probing for the tight bundle of bliss-inducing nerve endings on the upper inside. She soon located it and Gwen’s eyes rolled back in her head, her breathing becoming ragged and rapid. And as Lisa gently teased, stroked, pet and encouraged, Gwen began to orgasm with wave after wave of impossibly wonderful bliss coursing through her body. Lisa played her body like concertmaster plays an instrument and she became a part of that instrument - moving with Gwen, both guiding and following her all at once – and finding the feelings she imagined happening within herself as well.
Lisa didn’t even notice when Gwen entered her, so wrapped up in her offering of pleasure that she was taken by surprise by the mounting orgasm her own body raced towards. And, together, the lovers rode the same roller coaster of delight but seemingly in different cars: one rising and cresting the apex with the other falling and pressed into the nadir only to inverse their perspectives and race onward. As often moving with the same individual goal as not, they managed to be two distinct shores with waves arriving on the same beaches,
Lisa tried to be as gentle as she could to her senior officer. But, in the end, both women responded to the deep, undeniable need to explore, to comfort, to please and to enjoy. Mixed with fathomless passion, they played, loved, and drown beneath the waves of their own choosing.
* * * * *
Two days later, Bell got a private message on her in-car computer’s email. The message confused her for a moment; it had no author listed and showed no point of origin. Soon it clicked, though, and Bell slipped her cruiser through the light traffic on the summer’s hot asphalt, to a road near the border of her assigned range, somewhere outside of the rural town of Petterten.

My Life As A Male Porn Star

admin — Fri, 16 May 2008 13:04:00 +0000

Chapter 1
My name is Dan Jackson, and some would say –me included- that I am the luckiest sonofabitch on earth.
My name is Dan Jackson but YOU know me by another name. I’m twenty-three years old and I have the greatest job in the world.
I’m a porn star.
Well actually I suppose no man is a porn star because the women are the stars but if a guy isn’t a star then his cock is. I have a great body too so I guess that directors use that as an asset also. But what it boils down to is that I get to fuck some of the most beautiful women you have ever seen in ways that you can only imagine; and I get paid!
People call me Big Dan and it’s not only because I’m just over six three, 210 pounds and even though I say it myself both in great physical shape and pretty good looking. It’s mainly because I have a huge cock, just over nine inches long but it’s as thick as the average guys wrist. I know how to use it too, I had an Aunt called Kate and I guess she… well that’s another story. I cum like a fire hose and I can repeat quickly.
A lot of guys I meet ask how I got into porn. It was simple I saw an ad on the Internet for a good-looking guy, in good shape with a big cock. I applied and I got lucky, what can I say. I get to do things that most men can only dream about and like I said I get paid but I’d do it for free. I’m just going to try and bring my experiences onto your computer screens. As I tell you about the women I’ve fucked in the pussy and ass, women who’ve sucked me dry as I let my cum fly into their mouths and on their tits you’ll begin to feel like you’re in there with me. Those women you’ve jerked off to for years like Jenna Jameson, Stacy Valentine and Devon are all as hot in the flesh as they are on camera, hotter in fact. When you’ve read one of my stories you’ll feel like you’ve just fucked them too.
I’d like to give back some of the pleasure I’ve got out of doing the best job in the world for the last year or so.
I suppose everything has a beginning and I’ll start with the beginning of my career, my first day’s filming.
It was 6 am and I was standing in the foyer of Elegant Angel Studios, dressed in jeans and a Ralph Lauren polo shirt. People were milling around preparing for the days shooting, I saw John ‘Buttman’ Stagliano whom I had met at my audition and caught up with him. I was nervous as hell but Buttman allayed any fears I had, he ran through a list of girls that would be in the feature we were working on; some of the names I knew but Buttman assured me that the girls were all gorgeous and that I would get to fuck at least two of them.
I remember vividly the thing he said before he disappeared into an office.
“Dan your life will never be the same again.”
A year later I can say that he was right. My life has changed.
I watched the day’s first scene unfold as the crew prepared for shooting. Essentially we were shooting a typical Buttman style gonzo flick. For those of you who don’t know what he does, this involves a variety of scenes featuring girls that Buttman meets and then proceeds to film as his big cocked pals fuck them. The best thing about Buttman movies is that they seem natural, usually because they are. OK, the girls are professionals who know exactly what’s going to happen but he has a way of catching the action so that the viewer feels like they’re in there too. Buttman adores women and openly worships them on film. His big thing is Asses, soft round bubble butts are his favourite, and he likes big natural tits too. I guess Buttman is just like you and I. He tries to show us what he thinks we’d like to see. It’s what turns him on and he figures it will work for us; he’s right.
We were going to be shooting the movie at the head offices of Buttman’s production company Evil Angel.
Rocco Sifreidi is one of Buttman’s sidekicks; he’s a tall handsome Italian guy, in great shape with a big thick cock. Rocco is a legend in porn; everyone knows how much Rocco loves the girls he works with and the respect that he has for them but on camera he manages to make the viewer think that each woman is his personal fuck pig. It’s pure porn escapism and I’ve beaten off to many of Rocco’s films over the years. If I’ve got a porno hero it’s Rocco. He, along with Peter North and maybe Jon Dough, is one of only a handful of true male porn stars.
Rocco entered the room and started cracking jokes, everyone then moved on to the office that the first scene would be shot in.
The Italian’s partner for this scene was Kirsten Halborg; a chunky blonde British girl with a pretty face, huge tits and a soft round body. I looked her over and wished I were going to be getting it on with her.
Even though Kirsten was perhaps a bit bigger than some of the girls that Buttman likes he loves working with her because she is so enthusiastic. Her ‘role’ in the movie was as a new model coming to Evil Angel for a screen test, obviously Rocco was there as the stud to put her through her paces. She was dressed in a dark blue business suit and high heels and looked fantastic. She looked just like a posh British secretary; her voice was pure upper class private school. Her lovely big tits would bounce as she moved; I just wanted to fuck her right there.
As the first scene started to unfold she and Rocco were obviously ‘feeding’ off each. Rocco acted the role of interviewer with Buttman asking questions too, and then Kirsten started to relax and get into it. She was looking at Rocco with undisguised lust; from where I stood I could see her eyes looking at his crotch regularly.
After a few minutes of teasing, Buttman had Kirsten’s blouse open and her tits were out of her black front fastening bra, he started tweaking one nipple while Rocco went to work on the other, Kirsten started moaning.
Soon Buttman and Rocco were sucking on a nipple each. Kirsten’s nipples were a good size, the guys were chewing on them gently she had her closed and was moaning softly. It was Buttman who started taking her blouse off as he released a nipple. The blouse fluttered to the floor revealing a beautiful pair of creamy white tits overflowing from the lacy black bra that Kirsten was wearing.
Buttman was now feeling her tits and telling Kirsten how great they were. Kirsten started to rub Rocco’s cock through his pants. He stepped forward and she began nibbling the huge bulge through the material. Buttman moved back out of the way and started to film in earnest.
The room was silent apart from the sound of breathing and the metallic hiss of the camera. Then Kirsten pulled down Rocco’s zip and the sound was the equivalent of a pin dropping. She was feeling his cock through his briefs now.
“You like my cock baby?”
“I fucking love it. I’m gonna suck it.”
Buttman stepped forward again as Rocco got Kirsten to stand up.
Holding the camera Buttman unzipped Kirsten’s skirt and gently tugged it down.
Off camera Rocco and Kirsten weren’t so much kissing as eating each other’s faces.
I heard Buttman gasp as the skirt fell away to reveal a soft plump butt, a tiny black thong and a pair of black hold up stockings.
With Rocco, now completely naked leaning back against the desk Kirsten bent at the waist and took the Italian’s cock into her wet mouth.
As Buttman was filming this from the side, he was fondling Kirsten’s ass.
“You have a beautiful butt Kirsten” Said Buttman.
Kirsten hummed a thank you into Rocco’s cock.
“Kirsten could you kneel down and keep sucking his cock.”
Kirsten lowered herself to her knees, knowing what Buttman wanted; she positioned her legs as far apart as she could. Filming from behind Buttman started to zoom the camera in on Kirsten’s ass and pussy. He probed her pussy with his fingers, talking to her all the time.
Rocco moved to an office chair and Kirsten came with him still sucking his cock. Her lips worked the head and her hands on the shaft, every now and again she would take her hands away and swallow the whole thing rubbing her nose against Rocco’s pubes. Kirsten was leaving her saliva all over Rocco’s cock and as she pulled her mouth off and started rubbing his dick from head to base her hand moved fluidly as if covered in lube.
“You do that real good baby. More.”
Kirsten’s head went down again. Her head bobbing like a fishing float. Her hand a blur.
Kirsten suddenly started to moan; I looked down and worked out why Buttman was now fingering her pussy and ass with the same hand at the same time. Kirsten was throating Rocco all the time now, long deep strokes. She was working her tongue all around the head of his cock as it left her mouth, sliding her tongue down the shaft as it plunged back into her hot mouth.
Rocco was moaning and telling her how dirty she was. Kirsten was moaning around a mouthful of cock. Buttman had given up fingering her to concentrate on filming. The scene was about to get pretty wild, the sexual energy in the room was palpable; I’d never known anything like it before. These two people were so into what they were doing that everyone could see it, and this was Buttman’s intention, he knew that if the crew were all standing around with hard-ons then the viewer would get the same result.
Rocco took control and took Kirsten by the hands he guided her over to the large desk. She had a faraway look in her eye and her mouth was wet. Rocco’s cock stood up like a flagpole. She took hold of it and ran her hand over it as she climbed onto the desk. Kirsten kneeled down, her legs wide apart her ass facing Rocco and the rest of the crew. Her hand strayed to her pussy, she was still moaning as she pulled her thong to one side and pushed two fingers into her sopping gash.
With hardly a pause Rocco began eating out Kirsten’s pussy for all he was worth. He began at her the sensitive point between her cunt and ass. Tonguing her there and then reaming her asshole, fingering her pussy and grinding his fingers into her G spot making sure the camera could see everything.
Kirsten howled in pleasure.
Buttman moved in for a close-up.
Rocco now had his tongue firmly inside Kirsten’s boiling pussy soaking her fingers with his saliva. After about two minutes of eating her pussy he went back to her asshole and tongued it mercilessly actually pushing his tongue inside. He moved slightly for Buttman to get a better angle and then stepped backwards for the director to film Kirsten as she fingered herself. Four fingers were flying in and out of her dripping cunt at breakneck speed she was practically fisting herself to an orgasm.
“You want me to fuck you now?”
“Oh yeah fuck me now. Oh God I’m gonna cum.”
Kirsten was now rubbing her clit furiously and pulling on a nipple. Buttman was filming from above, he was squeezing and feeling her other tit. Rocco was still rock hard and he began to rub the mushroom head of his cock up and down Kirsten’s slit, sliding the head in and out only an inch or so.
Kirsten was moaning now. “Oh fuck I’m CUMMMMMMING” a litany of “fuck cunt fuck fuck fuck cunt fuck my cunt” spewed from her lips.
Everyone in the room was getting hot watching this blonde Brit getting her rocks off. My own cock was like a piece of lead piping in my jeans. This scene was going to be awesome when Buttman cut it, it had reached fever pitch and Rocco wasn’t even fucking Kirsten yet.
Her back arched and then arched some more as her orgasm ripped through her, she threw her head back and screamed “Oh God, I’m still cumming”.
Rocco slid his tool into Kirsten and began to fuck her with long slow strokes. As Kirsten came down from her cum she started fucking him back, matching him stroke for stroke, groaning the whole time, telling him to fuck her even harder. Rocco picked up the pace and was soon pile driving into his partner. He lifted his right leg and placed his foot on the desk like someone climbing over a fence.
Buttman moved in underneath and zoomed in on Kirsten’s pussy as Rocco hammered in and out. The Italian raised himself onto the ball of his foot and fucked Kirsten with long downward strokes, the head of his cock pounding her G spot with each thrust making Kirsten grunt lustfully.
She had a plum in the mouth British accent and when she said “Oh Yeah fuck me baby” she sounded like a princess at finishing school.
One thing amazed me about Rocco, his stamina. They had been at it sexually for about an hour, his cock was still rock hard and for about half that time Rocco had been fucking her. I hoped to be half as good as he was. Rocco could pretty much cum on demand but I figured that this scene when it ended would be spontaneous and explosive.
Buttman was about to call for a position change when Kirsten looked over her shoulder at Rocco who nodded and went back to standing on two legs, she got onto her side and Rocco didn’t miss a stroke. She ended up lying on her left side, her right leg resting on his shoulder.
Kirsten was rubbing her clit again, looking straight into the camera as Rocco fucked like a steam train. She was getting well fucked and she loved it.
“Is he good Kirsten.” Asked Buttman as he moved in for another close-up.
“He’s fucking amazing…ohhhhh” Kirsten threw her head back and then started pushing back to meet Rocco’s upward strokes.
“You like it when I play with your ass baby?”
“I fucking love it, stick your fingers in my ass.”
Rocco paused slightly just slowing down his fucking and not actually stopping, he pulled Kirsten to the end of the table so that Buttman could move freely around them shooting from all angles. He pushed two fingers into Kirsten’s mouth and she sucked them like a cock coating them with saliva to make them good and wet.
Shifting his angle of attack again Rocco was now fucking Kirsten in a way that dragged the entire length of his cock along her clit with every outward stroke.
She began moaning and cursing again.
Rocco’s moistened fingers slid effortlessly into Kirsten’s asshole, he began swirling them around and the blonde went totally nuts. She was almost tearing her nipples off and mauling her own tits as the Italian stallion fucked her.
“I’m going to cum again, do it fucking harder, don’t stop.” she begged.
Rocco did seem to fuck her even harder; using the fingers buried in her asshole like a hook he was slamming her into his thrusts. Pussy juice was running down from her cunt toward her ass Rocco was working it into her tight hole, he wouldn’t even need to use any lube at all.
Kirsten snaked a hand around to her butt and shoved her own fingers into her backdoor. Rocco’s left hand went straight to her tit and he squeezed it hard and pinched her nipple. The constant friction against her clit, the fingers in her ass and the simple sexual heat of the scene sent Kirsten right over the edge into another big cum. Her hips bucked and Rocco rode her hard.
“OhhhhhhhhhhhFuccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk”
As if he knew what was going to happen Buttman zoomed into Kirsten’s well-used cunt and captured her gushing juices on film. I could see her cum running out of her some ended up inside her ass but most dripped onto the floor.
My cock was ready to burst. I could not believe how much of a turn on it was to actually watch people fuck in the flesh.
“I want you in my ass, now!” Kirsten demanded.
Rocco kept fucking until Buttman moved back giving them room.
Another gush of cunt juice came out of Kirsten as Rocco pulled out his cock.
Kirsten dropped to her knees and swallowed Rocco’s massive cock, deep throating him, her hands on his ass cheeks. Rocco was covered in sweat but looked as fresh as he had at the start. Kirsten looked like she had been gang fucked by a football team but I could see that’s what made her so much of a turn on. She was just so into fucking Rocco that she didn’t really care what she looked like afterwards.
The Italian pulled his cock out of her mouth and then Kirsten dropped forward into a doggy position her ass once again high in the air.
Standing above and behind her Rocco pushed two fingers into Kirsten’s ass and dribbled saliva into her tight puckered hold that wasn’t so tight anymore. He pulled her butt cheeks apart and spat more saliva into her.
“Fuck look at that ass.” Rocco stood back and admired Kirsten as she slowly fingered herself. Almost absentmindedly Rocco was languidly tugging at his cock.
“I want it in my ass hard, now!” Kirsten started bumping and grinding, inviting Rocco to spear her.
Kirsten was fingering her pussy constantly. It must have been red raw.
Rocco stood with his legs either side of her upturned butt and pointed his cock downward. Kirsten reached behind her and pulled her buttocks wide apart, her asshole gaped. Rocco lowered himself slowly and then just as the head of his cock was squeezing inside her he seemed to drop his weight impaling Kirsten completely.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh jesus”.
Kirsten completely lost it then, she was all but fisting herself again. Screaming for Rocco to fuck her ass harder as he pistoned in and out like a jackhammer.
“I’m gonna cum again.”
Kirsten’s voice was almost as raw as her soaking cunt.
Rocco didn’t let up; he just kept going at it with long strokes grinding his pubic bone into her butt as he sank in.
Rocco and Kirsten were close to ending the scene. They had to be, it was almost seventy minutes now.
“Last but one position now guys.” Buttman wanted to bring the scene to an end too.
Rocco pounded into Kirsten’s ass for another minute or so before he withdrew, the veins on his cock were pulsing. He was close to cumming.
Rocco flopped down onto a chair and showed the first signs of fatigue. He breathed in and spread his legs; now standing up Kirsten backed in toward him and lowered herself onto his cock, pulling her ass apart until the head of his cock was just inside. She waited for Buttman to get into position and then slammed herself down onto nine inches of Italian meat. She groaned deeply and then raised herself again.
“I’m going to fuck YOU hard now you bastard.” Said Kirsten and she quickened the pace fucking Rocco for all she was worth. Every breath carried a stream of obscenities about how much of a good fuck he was.
Finally Rocco groaned and announced he was about to cum.
Kirsten was now in control, Buttman and Rocco were simply along for the ride. “I want it in my mouth, on my face and tits. Give me your cum.”
“Fuck yeah baby.” Moaned Rocco.
Instinctively Kirsten pulled herself off Rocco, spun round and dropped to her knees again swallowing his cock in one go.
“Ohhhhh fuck. Tell me you got that John.”
“I got it.” Said Buttman still not quite believing the grace with which Kirsten had just done the ass to mouth switch.
“You make me wanna cum so bad baby.”
Kirsten was in her zone now, throating Rocco’s cock like it was nothing. Some women struggled to get his cock into their mouths but the British starlet had him in her throat.
Rocco neared his own orgasm; his hips flew up and down as he fucked Kirsten’s mouth and throat.
She was squeezing his cock in her throat, her tongue constantly moving left to right on his shaft as she bobbed up and down.
“I cum now.” Said Rocco with his eyes shut.
As Kirsten pulled her head back Rocco growled as his own orgasm hit, the cum that he had been pumping into his balls since the start of the scene erupted out of his cock like a geyser. The first spurt landed on Kirsten’s tongue, the second on her chin. Rocco growled again and a third and larger jet of jism arced out of his cock and onto her creamy white tits.
Kirsten took Rocco’s still hard dick into her mouth and leaked his cum out of her mouth covering his cock. She made a meal of the cum and the cock, rubbing it all over her face, slapping the head against her tongue. Amazingly Rocco tensed again as she did this and a final spray of cum hit the back of her throat. Turning toward the camera Kirsten made sure that the viewer would see everything. She tossed her head back and visibly swallowed any cum she had in her mouth whilst still gently wanking Rocco’s softening penis.

Birthday Fantasy

admin — Fri, 16 May 2008 09:04:25 +0000

We’ve been celebrating our birthdays for years, my slave and I. Because of our circumstances, she usually ends up over here, which is fine, because we have all the toys and outfits we’ll ever need.
One of her best birthdays was when she arrived and we went through the usual ritual of the kiss at the door, drink, opening of presents, watch part of a hardcore porn, then move upstairs for the main event.
We both love to role-play, especially when I’m in control. She loves being submissive and giving into my raging desires, and I love taking control over every part of her mind and body.
Today, I take her to the walk-in closet so she can dress in the stiletto boots and thong I’ve selected for her. As she undresses, I watch as she teasingly slips her outfit off, knowing that I’m getting harder by the second.
Often before she dresses, I grab her and pull her ass towards my stiff cock. She knows the routine: grind her asscheeks into my cock while I squeeze her nipples. Then I turn her around and push her down to her knees so she can wrap her hot, wet lips around my full-blown hard on. As she sucks and tongues, I get to play with her perfect ass and pussy; stroking, slapping and probing all her wet holes.
As we stand, she pushes me away so she can dress, but I grab her by the hair and push her over the edge of the tub so I can slide my cock into her wet pussy. She always says, “Not now…wait until I’m dressed.” And I always ignore her and give her a quick fuck, just to bring her to the edge before I leave the room and wait for her arrival at the bed.
Within a few minutes, she glides in, wearing her black stiletto, thigh-high boots and her black thong. Now the role-play begins.
“On your knees slave, and suck my cock.”
Obediently, she replies, “Yes Master,” and goes down to her knees and begins to suck my cock, balls and tongue my ass. She knows I love assplay, so within seconds she’s finger fucking my ass and sucking my cock to where I’m on the edge.
I push her away, pick her up and throw her on the bed. As she lays there, she has that mixed look of fear and absolute anticipation, knowing she’ll get the best foreplay and fuck of her life.
Often, I’ll start tonguing her cunt and when I’m there, I command her to play with her tits. As I eat her pussy and look up, I see her with her eyes closed, pulling on her nipples, making them hard and erect.
At this point, I crawl up and lie down beside her, and command her to mount me and ride my cock. She’s so obedient; “Yes Master,” then she slides my cock tool into her hot, wet cunt. She knows she has to ride until she comes, which usually only is a matter of seconds. As she rides, I slap her asscheeks and the commands begin: “Ride that cock until you come, feel that long, hard cock in your wet cunt, fuck yourself on it until you come, ride it, fuck it, you’re my fuck slave, now come!” And without fail, she shrieks out, shudders and collapses onto my chest.
I might give her a few seconds to catch her breath, but then I command her to fuck herself again on my cock until she comes again. She looks at me with that ‘fuck me’ look that only she has, and replies, “Yes sir,” as she fucks me again.
When she rolls off me after having come the second time, she always asks, “And what would master like?”
We both know that this is her way of inviting me to violate her ass. I’ll begin by turning her over, lifting her hips up and driving my cock into her sopping wet cunt. As I ride her pussy, I’ll slap her asscheeks and pull back on her hair, to ask her what she wants. She has learned to say, “Fuck me in my ass, it’s all yours.”
With that, I pull my cock out of her cunt and have her guide me into her waiting ass. I easily slip into her relaxed hole and immediately begin thrusting into her, with my balls slapping against her dripping wet pussy.
As I pick up the tempo, she knows what to say to make me come: “Come on, fuck that ass, it’s all yours, fuck it, ride it, come, come all in my ass.” And with that, I explode in her hole, and collapse on her in a heap.
As we lay on the bed, stroking and kissing each other, we both look at each other, hardly being able to wait until the next birthday.

The Slut with Two Ass Holes Ch. 03

admin — Fri, 16 May 2008 05:04:31 +0000

After watching the first examination the team completed with Catherine I decided I would get involved on a more personal level. Simply watching the exam from my office wouldn’t provide me with the more necessary personal contact, so as we set up for the next set of tests for Catherine I made sure everyone understood I would be directing all activities. Considering the intense sexual experience we witnessed in the initial probing of the subject’s three vaginas it was important for the strictest standards were followed in our experiments.
I was worried Catherine might be embarrassed by what happened in the previous session, but as she walked into the lab everything seemed fine. She was a bit surprised to see me, but after I assured her that I would be present in all subsequent exams she tilted her head, nodded and said, “Well, it will be nice to have you here.”
“Okay then, are you ready to get started?” I asked.
“Let’s go,” she replied.
“We need you to change into your gown,” I said, pointing to the cloth curtain in the corner of the room. She walked behind the curtain and quickly changed.
“How do I look?” she asked, while bending in a mock curtsey.
“You look great. If you would move to your seat there we’ll get started,” I said, motioning to my assistants to get ready.
I grabbed the probe that Catherine had ended up using as a dildo in her last session, which screwed up one experiment but actually gave us another, totally different focus for our work. As I moved closer to her, I slowly applied the lubricant to the probe and lifted her gown. Looking down at her lower vagina I found myself mesmerized by its incredible beauty. I mean I have seen hundreds of women’s pussies before, but gazing down at hers I felt myself beginning to tremble.
The lips seemed to curve in such a wonderful asymmetry that I just wanted to follow those pink lips with my fingers. I tried to remind myself to insert the probe, but instead I put the probe back on the console and then ran my finger down her slit. It folds felt so soft and then when I reached the opening, it was so wet and inviting I couldn’t help but slip my finger inside.
One of my assistants quickly came up beside me and said, “Dr. Pukcuf, the probe, we need to use…”
I had lifted up her gown and moved my hand up to her middle vagina and then watched my assistant move his hand to her lower one. Running our fingers up the curving lips we both found her clit and each began gently caressing it with our fingers. Almost immediately, the second assistant stepped up trying to get us back on course, but all we did was simply raise her gown a bit more and move up.
Soon I was pushing my finger in and out of her upper pussy, while my two assistants were working on her middle and lower pussy. I looked over to Catherine and saw she was engulfed in the sensation in each of her three pussies. We would have continued until she came but she said to me, “I want more, something bigger.”
“You want the probe?” I asked.
“No I want this,” she said reaching down and grabbing my erection through my pants. “I want this.”
Without another word I immediately pulled off all my clothes while my two assistants continued finger fucking the subject. As soon as I was completely naked I climbed up on the chair, straddled the woman and gently eased my cock into her upper pussy. Feeling the wet warmth of her I didn’t notice that the two assistants had stopped finger fucking her until I felt each of them climb on the chair behind me.
I continued thrusting my cock in and out of Catherine’s upper pussy while my two assistants began fucking her middle and lower pussy. After a few minutes of thrusting I noticed her beginning to moan and tense up and when she suddenly grabbed my waist and said, “Yes, yes, yes,” I knew she was coming.
Immediately feeling her pussy begin pulsing over my cock I knew she had come in her upper pussy, but behind me the two other men continued fucking her. I paused a bit but then noticed her tensing up again and when she moaned loudly I knew one of the other pussies had come. I started moving again and before long I watched as she came twice more and not feeling her pussy pulse around me I knew it must have been in her other two pussies.
As I continued I began moving faster and in a few moments I tensed up and suddenly a wave of pleasure overtook me. I arched my back and came, spurting my cum into her upper pussy. After coming, I slowed down and then remained motionless as my cock slowly shrank and the two men behind me both came at just about the same time.
My two assistants quickly climbed down off of the chair and I got down. I immediately told them to get dressed, stressing that no one, absolutely no one was to know what had happened. I told them to meet me in my office first thing in the morning so we could work up our lab findings together.
I quickly got dressed and turned to Catherine. “I am so sorry, I don’t know what came over us…”
“Oh doctor, don’t worry, it was incredible for me. I’ve never felt so completely and well fucked in my life.”
“Well I want to assure you we are not just interested in you sexually.”
“Doctor, it’s okay, I just had the most incredible experience of my life, what would I do. I can’t wait to see what we are doing tomorrow.”
“Catherine, go ahead and take the day off tomorrow. We need to work out the results from today and it may take some time. Go ahead and come in on Thursday.”
“Okay Thursday it is,” she said climbing out of her chair and walking behind the curtain.
I quickly straightened up my clothes and hurried back to my office. On the way I passed Jonquil who gave me an odd look as she passed, but I was in too much of a hurry to pay much attention. Once in my office, I went to the recording for the lab and deleted the day’s recording. Feeling a bit more secure, I sat down at my desk, put my feet on the desk and tried to figure out where we could go from here.
The next morning my two assistants and I worked together to fabricate an entire experiment trying to anticipate what results we might have gotten if we had completed the test instead of fucking the woman. Obviously the probes, if handled similar to the first experiment, would have caused her to orgasm, so we simply pretended our cocks were the probes and reported on the ensuing results. It was almost lunch time when we finally got everything straight and I offer to take both out to eat.
As we passed through my secretary’s office I noticed she had the TV on and there was an announcement of some breaking news. We all paused and watched the beginning of a news conference. When the camera cut from the announcer to the conference I felt a terrible sinking feeling. There, on camera was Catherine sitting next to Jonquil, my research assistant who conducted the first experiment on our subject.
When the images of me and the two assistants fucking Catherine flashed on the screen (with appropriately placed black out stripes) I fell back into one of the chairs. Jonquil must have downloaded a copy of the session yesterday before I could erase it. My ears were ringing and I felt dizzy. I didn’t hear a word that was said until Jonquil stood up and reported that she would take Catherine away from the deviant atmosphere in my labs. She stated she would begin her own work studying Catherine.
Just as the conference ended the phones in the office began ringing. I quickly stood up and told my secretary to hold all my calls. She looked up at me holding her hand over the mouthpiece and said, “But this one is Dean Prentice.”
“Ring it though,” I answered in the last instruction I would give her in my official capacity at the university.

A Slut is Born

admin — Fri, 16 May 2008 01:04:17 +0000

I can’t believe it. I’ve been Sarah’s roommate for 6 months and never, for one moment, suspected anything different about her. She is the prettiest, sexiest, well-built girl in our dorm.
Some things were a little strange with her now that I think about it. Like she always wears skirts, never jeans or slacks. I just thought she liked to show off her long, tanned legs. She also got up every morning at 4 or 5am, took a shower and studied before class.
Now, by sheer accident, I’ve found out why the skirts and early showers.
I was to take the red eye special and visit my parents for 3 days. I missed the plane. Arriving back at the dorm I stopped off at bathroom before going to my room.
Standing here in the bathroom I can see in the shower by looking into the mirror. There stands beautiful, big-titted Sarah washing the biggest cock I have ever seen. And its hanging from her body. It’s in a soft state and still must be 8 inches long.
What kind of freak is she, I’m thinking to myself. All the while I couldn’t take my eyes away from that huge cock hanging from an almost perfect female body.
I slipped out of the bathroom and went back to our room. Sarah doesn’t know I missed my plane yet. Won’t she be surprised when she walks in.
20 minutes and Sarah returns to the room wearing a bathrobe. She become extremely uneasy when she saw I was back. Probably wondering how she’s going to get dressed, I thought. I thought the only way to handle this was to come right out and confront her.
“Sarah, I started out. I saw you in the shower half hour ago and I saw your private parts. I’m your roommate and I have a right to know that I’m rooming with a male in an all female dorm. Don’t you think I have a right to know?”
“Yes you do, Sarah answered hesitantly. But your wrong about the male part. I’m female. My entire body is female as I’m sure you’ve noticed many times. I also happen to have a male part. I’m a Hermaphrodite and there is nothing I can do about it. That’s the way I was born.”
“You mean you have a vagina too?” I asked quizzically.
“Yes I do, she said. Since you now know my secret do you want to see?”
“No, no. I don’t want to see it.” Damn, I thought to myself. Why did I say that. I sure would have liked to see that big cock again. It was fascinating.
“I changed my mind, I blurted out. This is something really strange and I probably will never have a chance to see something like this again. I don’t mean that your strange but you have to admit its different.”
I watched as she opened her bathrobe, her big tits falling loose from their restraint. And there it was, the biggest cock I have ever seen. It was absolutely huge.
It seems to be getting bigger, I thought to myself. My God, its growing. She must be getting turned on by exposing herself to me.
There it stood proudly, all 12 or 13 inches. It looks as big as my arm.
“See what you do to me, she said coyly. Every night I watch you run around the room in panties and t-shirt. This thing has been extremely hard to hide living with you but I’m pretty good at it.
I watch her move close to me, take my hand and place it on her huge staff.
‘Ohhh,” I moaned as it quivered to my touch.
Now she was putting her lips to mine. I’ve never kissed a girl before. But the huge cock in my hand makes me oblivious to her advances.
Her hand was under my skirt stroking my pussy lips and I knew she could feel my wetness. Her tongue was swirling in my mouth as she lowered me to my back and climbed on top of me.
My moans grew louder. My hands never leave her huge, throbbing dick and, to my surprise, I was guiding the head to my cunt. I pulled my panties aside and placed the head against my lips. I felt her push against me and the big head slipped inside.
“ARGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!” I cried out as this huge thing filled my hole.
My hips moved to meet hers as she began a slow thrusting motion, each stroke driving this huge piece of meat deeper into me.
My God, she’s teasing me, I moaned to myself. My hips were lifting from the bed trying to suck this throbbing hunk deeper into my womb.
“Fuck me Sarah, I screamed. Fuck me. Deeper, deeper. I want it all. Pleaseeeeee.”
“Do you want it all, slut?” I heard her say. Beg me slut. Slut, Slut.
No I’m not a slut, the word burning into me. I always hated that word. I’m not a slut but I want this dick.
“Yessssss, pleaseeeee fuck me. I want it all,” I kept screaming incoherently.
Suddenly she buried the monstrous dick inside me. I have never been so filled. I tightened my pussy lips around it trying to hold it in.
“Ugggggghhhhhhhhhhhh,” I felt it to my very bottom. The sensation of her large tits mashing against mine pushed me over the edge. I began to cum. My orgasm was so intense I thought I would pass out.
“Finger me, you slut,” she screamed at me.
She grabbed my hand and placed it below the base of her cock. I felt the slimy wet pussy as my fingers easily slipped in.
I immediately came again. I didn’t want this to ever stop.
“I’m going to cum, I heard her scream. Finger meeeeee!”
I felt her pussy juice soak my fingers filling my hand fill with her cum. She stiffened again as her dick began to shoot her gooey load into me. I felt the hot liquid filling me setting off the hardest orgasm I have ever had. Waves of pleasure swept over me again and again until I passed out into darkness.
When I awoke Sarah was dressed for class.
“Are you going to tell anybody about me Slut,” she asked. “Or are you going to be a good slut and keep my secret.’
“God no, I’m not going to tell anybody,” I said. “I’m the only slut I want you to have. I’m the only slut I want you to fuck. I’m the only slut I want you to have sucking your magnificent cock. I’m the only slut I want you to have sucking your pussy. I’m the only slut I want you to have in your life.”
She smiled knowingly as she went out the door.