Tik List

“Three thousand dollars for a transmission! that’s ridiculous and besides it wasn’t my fault that piece of junk broke when I was driving it” Keri exclaimed exasperatedly.
I replied “piece of junk or not. it’s my car, you weren’t supposed to be driving it and from what the mechanic said you were not exactly babying it when it broke. You busted it and you’re responsible for getting it fixed.”
With a pout she said, “well big deal anyway, we can afford it, just get it fixed and stop trying to blame me.”
I was mad now “sure we can afford it but why should I have to work to clean up your mess. I’m the only one with a job so WE can afford it only because I make the money. This is your doing and it’s your problem paying for it. In the meantime I’m using your car.”
She whined “but I’ve got PTA and pack meetings and …”
I completed her sentence “and as long as I don’t need the car, enjoy yourself but I get first dibs until my car is back in the driveway.”
In an even more irritating whine, Keri replied “but you work all day I’ll be stuck at home. You’re gone before I even get up and don’t come home till dinner.”
Now seriously pissed at her self-centered, world rotates around Keri bull, I replied “No shit, which is exactly why WE can afford to get the car fixed. It’s time for you to get a job.”
The expression of near horror on her face was priceless. It’s not like she couldn’t work, she had been a professional herself before our first kid. but it had been over 10 years and she had grown accustomed to the leisure time since our youngest was in school now. She had also made it abundantly clear that she was not going back to her original profession, and the technology had changed so much she really couldn’t anyway.
Trying to take the logical high ground, Keri said “well even if I did go back to work it would take months to earn the money and I’m not going without a car for that long.”
I was not giving an inch “You’re going without a car until my car is back in the driveway. If that takes months that’s your problem.”
It was then that the thought hit me. To summarize the whirlwind of thoughts that went through my mind … our sex life was horrible; once a month, in the first week after her period, we have the same kind of dull, boring sex we had the previous month, unless she happened to be visiting her parents or having a girl’s weekend, in which we had no sex at all. So, as could be expected having been two weeks since I had seen so much as a naked breast or even glimpsed a pussy not on a computer monitor, I was thinking about sex.
I offered “Tell you what, I’ll hire you.”
Keri haughtily replied “No way, I don’t want to deal with all your paperwork. You’re the one who wanted to be self employed so you deal with it. I preferred it when you had a nice secure full time job.”
With more than a bit of annoyance I replied “Ignoring for a second that I make about double what I did at my last full time job, which I also despised, and you have little trouble spending the extra cash. that was not the kind of work I had in mind.”
“Then what?” she asked with more annoyance than interest.
The month long breaks between sexual encounters had allowed plenty of time to research, shall we say, alternative sources. The going rate for call girls in the area was anywhere from $200 to $350 an hour and that was for seriously hot young babes. A pathological fear of contracting an STD had so far prevented me from procuring their services but I did plenty of window shopping.
Keri now owing me $3000 and years of sexual frustration collided in one rash sentence: “I’ll pay you $300 an hour to be my personal and exclusive call girl.”
In sixteen years of marriage I don’t think I had seen anything within an order of magnitude of how pissed off she became. Her eyes grew wide, lips thin and cheeks stretched tight from the conflicting muscles spasming.
She fairly screamed at me “I am not a whore, either your exclusive and personal whore or any other kind. You pervert, you’ll be lucky if you even so much as see me naked in the next six months.”
“Since I’ve barely seen you naked in the past six months that is not much of a threat!. Fine go work at the damn WalMart for $6 an hour. At that rate it shouldn’t take more than a year till you get your car back.”
Keri ranted and raved, called me every name that could not be used in polite company; and I just stood there. All her foul language and accusations washed off of me like hot butter on teflon. Truthfully I wasn’t looking forward to driving a damn minivan for a year but I sure as hell was not going to give in now.
We barely spoke for a week…
It turned out that even getting a job at WalMart wasn’t easy. It was just after Christmas and the worthwhile holiday part time staff was first in line for full time jobs. After a week of scouring want ads and filling applications for anything available I began feeling a bit sorry for her. Like I had said she had previously been a professional white collar type, she had a college degree and she was plenty smart. Internally. at least, I was beginning soften up. Maybe I’d offer to split fifty-fifty, that way when she found a job it would only be six months of menial labor before she had her independence back.
Two weeks later, with the car still busted, she came to me while I was working late in my home office. Most unusually she came wearing a most revealing mesh black mini-dress. In the sweetest voice she could manage she said, “Mark, can we talk about this car thing some more.”
I looked here up and down, my gaze stopping momentarily at her nipples pushing little buds in her dress and then her black g-string plainly visible under the sheer fabric of her dress. Under that her smoothly shaven pussy lips were revealed as mere shadows… damn this was not going to be easy.
As calmly and flatly as I could manage I said, “What do you want to say?”
“I was just hoping we could put it all behind and maybe restart on a happier note.”
“How is that going to get my car fixed?”
A miniscule scowl crossed her face as it became apparent that this was not going to be completely painless for her. Then the sweet smile returned to her full, red, glistening lips. The tip of her tongue lightly glided over, moistening them. She tossed her curly brown hair back off her bare milky-white shoulders, accented only by the thin straps of her dress, revealing earrings dangled enticingly from the delicate lobes accentuating her long, beautiful neck. Her hand slowly slid down her body lightly stroking her nipple as it passed by until it rested on her creamy thigh, clutching the hem of her dress. She lifted the hem inch by inch until the diaphonous g-string was all that remained to, barely, obstruct a view of her feminine cleft. She knew I loved a shaved pussy but she had not done it for years. Regardless of how the rest of this encounter went, our sex life had already improved tenfold.
“I thought maybe we could just forget about that for a little while and just spend some time getting closer, … much closer.” Her hand slid under the waistband of her g-string and began rubbing over her clit. “I’m feeling very hot tonight. I’ve got an … itch and was hoping you could scatch some places I just can’t get to.” She was really pouring it on now. Each word came out in a breathy whisper while one hand rubbed inside her panties and the other massaged her (very large) breasts.
Damn, damn, damn, this was getting very difficult. Very entertaining, enticing, and erotic but I .. must .. hold .. on…
Fortunately my desk hid my hardened cock, which would have been plainly visible through the cotton pajama bottom was wearing, else the degree to which she had me, figuratively for now, by the balls would have been obvious.
“Sure”, I said “$300 for every hour you spend as my personal sex toy comes off the repair bill. That’s a far better deal than you’ve found so far and you may actually learn to enjoy something new.”
That look of fury momentarily crossed her face again but it was immediately followed by one of resignation. With that change in expression we were negotiating over details the major points of the deal were resolved. I knew I’d won just as long as I tossed her an insignificant concession in the final stages.
“Okay, but nothing really kinky or painful”.
“Of course sweetheart but kinky is a matter of personal taste so lets say nothing too painful and we’ll pick a safe word. If you use the safe word we stop but you lose 15 minutes of time.”
“Fine, I’ll do it. What do you want me to do?”
Perhaps I should have displayed supreme self control and told her to just go to bed because I wasn’t interested right then but the truth was I was going to have her right there and in ways she had never dreamed of.
“Turn around and remove you panties. Make sure I get a good show while you are doing it.”
She did as told and slowly turned around. The globes of her luscious ass were barely covered by the short dress. Her hands slid under the waistband at her curvaceous hips and slowly lowered her panties down her legs. As she bent further over and her dress rode up and over her ass, her pussy lips peeked out from between her thighs, their wetness revealed in glistening reflections. She removed her panties from her left leg and then her right and spread her feet shoulder width. Her hands traveled up the inside of her legs, calves, knees and then her soft inner thighs. First the first, then the second, knuckle of her middle finger disappeared between her wet lips.
She looked back over her shoulder while she slid her finger in and out of her pussy and said in a husky whisper “anything interest you?’
The temptation to grab her hips and plunge my now rock-hard cock into her pussy was nearly impossible to resist. But I knew that if I did then we’d be back right where we were … once a month, dull boring, yada yada yada…
“Bend over again and grab your ankles.” She was taken aback but she complied. “Now spread your legs.” Again, though somewhat awkwardly, she complied. “Spread your ass cheeks.”
This time she hesitated, “that’s too personal. I’m not comfortable with you looking at me back there.”
“Okay then, enjoy your walks” and I turned back to my computer to work. Now, if truth be known I was bluffing and she could have simply walked closer to me and the aroma of her perfume and sex would have had me ready to worship any square inch of her body I could get my tongue to. But, Keri never really seemed to understand just how strong the sex drive was for me. Judging only by her own needs she assumed I was serious.
“Okay, enjoy the show” I thought she whispered “pervert” under her breath but she moved to comply and I figured the battle was won, let her have the skirmishes.
Her hands slowly slid up her legs again until each was firmly grasping a globe of her ass. Tentatively she spread them apart just a fraction, then she stopped.
“That won’t do. I want to see your ass and I want to see it now! Spread ‘em wider.” These last words were spoken with just a bit of the anger welled up from years of sexual frustration. She spread her ass further apart, gradually revealing her perfect, virgin rosebud of an asshole. This time she didn’t look over her shoulder or even try to seduce me from my chosen course. She was clearly outside her comfort zone and that was exactly where I wanted her. She would look to me for guidance and direction … and guide her I would.
She stayed in that position, still and revealed as a Mapplethorpe model, for a minute while my eyes drilled into every luscious inch of her ass. In my imagination, I could feel her smooth skin with my cheeks and lips. I could taste the smoky flavor of her pussy. I could feel the crinkly texture of the puckered skin around her ass and the rubbery strength of her anus as my tongue penetrated her most private orifice.
I stood up, walked around my desk and stood directly behind her. I dropped my pajama bottoms and leaned over her until I could hold each of her breasts in my hands. My cock slotted naturally in the cleft of her ass.
“Now, squeeze your ass cheeks around my cock.” A gentle pressure on my cock mounted as the soft globes encircled it in humid warmth.
I rubbed myself along her ass while I gently flicked her hardening nipples. She moaned softly. “I told you that you might learn to enjoy this” but her only response was a muted sigh of pleasure.
I rubbed and massaged her nipples harder and faster as her moans increased in number and volume. Her hands squeezed her ass tighter around my cock as my tempo increased.
“Tell me you like it, tell me how much my cock excites you and makes your pussy wet. Be a good call girl and talk dirty to me.” Keri talking dirty was a Rubicon of sexual adventurousness, she didn’t do it naturally and had never done it simply for my pleasure. If pussy, tits, ass, cock, cunt or fuck crossed her lips we were entering new territory.
She hesitated again but only to let the words form in her mind. She was clearly trying to say naughty things without using the naughty words.
“Your hands feel so good rubbing my breasts. Rub them harder, pinch my nipples.” Actually saying “pinch my nipples” was progress but was not going to suffice. I wanted dirty talk, real dirty “lick my pussy, fuck my cunt with your big tool” kind of talk.
I pinched her nipples … hard. She jumped under me and let out a surprised squeal. “That hurt, not so hard”. I pinched them again, just as hard. “I said not so hard” she said with some anger in her voice.
“I’m paying for these tits and I’m going to do what I want with them. You want something different you learn to say so and use the right words.” With that I roughly grabbed her right breast and said “what is this?”
“A breast?”
“No, it’s a tit, understood? If you want your tits pinched gently then say please pinch my tits gently, understood?”
“Yes sir”
I liked the “sir” she added of her own volition.
I knocked her right hand off her ass cheek and roughly grabbed a handful of her ass. “What is this?”
“My butt, sir?”
I released her cheek just long enough to give her a nice hard smack across her ass.
“Ow, that stings”
“It’s your ass”.
“Yes sir, it’s my ass. Please don’t smack my ass so hard.”
Finally, my hand sneaked down between her legs and cupped her pussy. “And this?”
She was catching on by now.
“My pussy, sir.”
“That’s right pet, your pussy. Do you want me to rub your pussy?”
“Yes sir, please rub my pussy” she sighed.
I gently parted her pussy lips and teased her clit with my middle finger. A pretty moan escaped her lips, “that feels so good.”
I immediately stopped, “what feels so good?”
She immediately understood what I wanted “Your finger feels so good rubbing my clit, sir. Please don’t stop.” I resumed my gentle teasing, once again parting her lips with my ring and pointer fingers and stroking the sensitive flesh between with my middle finger.
Her hips began to rock in rythym with my stroking, building until the motion of her tits, swinging below her, built to where they softly bumped her chin and stomach. “Please sir, I need you inside me”. I plunged my middle finger into her hot canal. “Please sir I need more, something bigger”. I was not about to let this encounter end so soon, though I knew what she wanted was for me to fuck her from behind. I continued to finger fuck her, adding one, two and then three fingers to the one already inside her. She humped back hard against my hand, impaling herself with each stroke. The sight of her wet cunt tightly gripping my hand was too much. I wanted pussy, I wanted it in my face and I wanted it now.
I pulled my fingers from her snatch and dropped to my knees. She moaned in disappointment and for a brief second I reconsidered then with my face inches from her pussy and ass I said “grab your ass again and spread your cheeks wide”. This time there was no hesitation, she reached both hands into the cleft of her ass and rudely spread herself to my view.
“Now spread your legs wider.” She awkwardly crabbed walked one leg at a time, never releasing the grip on her gorgeous ass.
I stopped for a moment, enjoying the view like it was my personal mountain vista. The outer lips of her pussy parted naturally as her legs spread revealing the flushed pink of her inner lips and the delicate folds hiding her sensitive clit. Her molten tunnel was slightly dilated as if preparing for the entry of my hard cock.
My gaze moved slightly upward to the object of my most carnal desire. In this position the pink rosebud of her virgin asshole was stretched but still clinched tightly to resist invading fingers, vibrators and cocks.
Fixing the view in my mind like the cherished memory it would become, I grabbed her hips and sunk my face into her hot pussy, I pulled her ass back against me until my lips were buried deep in the warm, wet nirvana of her cunt. My tongue sought her clit while my nose penetrated her like a small cock. She groaned loudly and said “oh god yes, lick my pussy, tongue my clit, I want you to bury your whole face in my fucking cunt”. I smiled to myself even as my mouth was deep between her lips,she was definitely catching on to the dirty talk thing.
I moved up slightly till my tongue found the source of the hot juice covering the whole of her inner thigh. I curled my tongue into a hard rod and pushed as deep into her core as I could. She moaned loudly once again “yes, yes, yes, bury your tongue up my hot cunt, tongue-fuck your little call girl’s pussy till I come all over your face”.
Grabbing her hips harder I began to rock forward and back, plunging my tongue deep into her then withdrawing all but the tip before plunging back once more. She grabbed the back of my head and began roughly rocking back and forth in time, forcing me deeper into her with each thrust. Her breathing became faster and shallower until finally she screamed “oh god I’m cumming” and violently forced herself against my face. The walls of her pussy spasmed around my tongue and lips with the contractions of her orgasm.
She held me against her pussy for what seemed like minutes while her orgasm continued and then slowly subsided. Her breathing gradually deepened and slowed, she relaxed her grip on the back of my head allowing me to breath once again. Then she let her hands fall to her knees to steady herself.
“That was incredible … please sir let me catch my breath before we continue.” I was pleased with this reaction on a number of levels; first because she had become for awhile the wanton slut every man with a working cock wants in bed, second was that she stayed in the position I had told her to assume even after a massive orgasm, and finally because she knew that we were not through for the evening.
“Yes pet, relax for a moment.” I began to massage the globes of her ass firmly bit gently, rubbing in a circular motion alternately pressing her cheeks together and then splitting them apart. She relaxed in my hands, lazily rocking as I continued the deep tissue therapy.
I moved closer to her ass as I continued my massage, altering the motion so that her ass cheeks remained apart more and pressed together less. I increased this tendency until, once again, the wrinkled object of my lust was fully and continuously revealed. My lips were now inches from her puckered asshole, wantonly spread open before me. I leaned in, extending my tongue and tentatively tasted the wrinkled pink skin. She had remained silent till now, probably waiting to see what I was going to do, but now a small sigh escaped her lips. Her hands slid up her legs again and replaced mine, opening herself to me.
I ran my hands between her legs to cup her tits in each hand. Another sigh escaped her as I found her nipples and began gently tweaking them between my fingers.

Mari could not be lost. She took this track so many times she could follow it with her eyes shut. In fact, she had come home so close to dawn a few times that her eyes had been closed more often than open. The moon had traveled two thumbs widths since she’d left Trent’s home, and it never took her more than one. The moon was dark, but stars provided enough light to see the well-worn path, which was as familiar to her as the insides of her eyelids. Just off the path, though, she didn’t recognize anything that she could see. She could not be lost, and yet she was.
Sighing, Mari strained to see what lie just beyond the range of her vision. After a few minutes of searching she saw a large pine tree she recognized, but it would be much farther into the woods than the track she was on. Should be on. She must have stumbled onto one of the side paths without noticing, her mind still too caught up in the sweet memories of Trent and what they had just shared. If she was where she thought she was, it would be dangerous to try to make it home tonight. The pine tree would have a comfortable layer of needles to cushion her from the forest floor, and the low hanging branches would provide protection from the wind and the rain, should she be so unlucky.
It wouldn’t be the first time she had spent the night out of doors. That was why she always went to Trent’s home, rather than he to hers. Since Mari was a small girl she had been known for her odd ways, sneaking away from home to be alone, preferring the company of nature and animals to that of her peers. More than once she had been caught by nightfall and found the next morning, surrounded by the flower garlands and herbal bunches that had distracted her from the coming darkness. While she had learned to present a more acceptable face to the village, inspired in no small part by the whispers between the old women and the priests, her parents would not be surprised or suspicious to find her bed empty in the morning.
There was another reason for the arrangement, of course. Were Trent to be caught in her bed he would be publicly flogged and exiled; if she were caught in his, however, he would be forced to marry her. Mari gave a little snort of contempt as she gathered the pine boughs around her, her fingers automatically weaving the little needles into a ring. She and Trent would already be married if her parents weren’t so old fashioned. Nearly all the girls in the village were married by sixteen. But Mari’s parents came from the Old World before she was born, where tradition dictated a maid may not marry until after the Christ’s Mass following her eighteenth birthday. Although she had been eighteen for over four moons already, it would be another two moons still before she would be allowed to wed Trent. Mari was practically an old maid among those peers she had so carefully avoided as a child.
If only her parents knew…
Settled in and wrapped warmly in a blanket of fresh smelling pine, Mari let her mind drift back to tonight’s encounter. It had been brief as Trent needed to rise at dawn to accompany his father into the big town for supplies. But tonight they went as far as they had ever dared to go before. Mari wrapped herself in the memory like a gown of the softest silk.
Trent had been asleep when she came in through the open window above his bed, or at least he had been pretending to be asleep, which suited Mari just fine. Without a word she had wrapped herself around him and let her hands wander across his shirtless chest. Though just eighteen himself, Trent was as big and strong as any of the men in the village, and touching him sent shivers through her whole body. After several minutes Mari had grown bold, her hands slipping down below Trent’s unbelted waist. She had teased him, groping his thighs and belly while carefully avoiding his increasingly larger manhood. He had groaned, eyes still closed and rolled to his back. His chest glimmering in the faint starlight had been irresistible to Mari. She had kissed his neck, working her way lower and lower until her lips took over the job her hands had been doing moments before.
She had touched him before, even enough to satisfy his need, but tonight she had wanted more. She had wanted all of him. So in one swift movement, before she could talk herself out of it, she took all of him into her mouth. The taste was sweet and salty, and the bulk of his manness brought tears to her eyes as a shudder went through his body. His hands had tangled themselves in her hair as she had slowly worked her mouth up and down the length of him, slowly at first, then gaining speed until she could feel he was nearly at his climax. And then she stopped. Another groan erupted from Trent, and she had stopped it with a kiss.
“You’ll wake your parents,” she had whispered hoarsely, her passion making her breath ragged.
“I don’t care. I would marry you tonight in this bed. Especially if you do THAT again,” he had replied, though quietly and with obvious satisfaction.
And then he had taken over, unlacing her blouse with nimble fingers and removing her loose clothing with ease. Left in just her bloomers, Mari’s nipples had stood out in the night air, but Trent soon took care of that, covering one with his mouth and crushing the other with his hand. He had taken his time, leaving no inch of her skin unkissed and working his way down with the same maddening slowness she had just used against him. He seemed to hesitate at the top of her bloomers, and Mari was nearly wild with passion.
“It’s okay,” she had told him. “They won’t know.” Another of the Old World traditions her parents insisted on was having a midwife inspect their daughter previous to her nuptials. This and only this had prevented Mari and Trent from allowing their passion to overwhelm them. Trent’s parents were well off, but his father expected him to earn his keep. Without Mari’s dowry, which would be forfeit if they did not follow her parents’ rules, it would take them a long time to be able to make a home for themselves. And they very much wanted a place to call their own.
Encouraged by her words, Trent had lowered her bloomers and began kissing just above the fuzz that marked her womanhood. As he became more bold, it was Mari’s turn to groan, causing Trent to chuckle. A pillow over her face had allowed Mari to express her longing without risking discovery. Trent’s tongue had been everywhere. Mari had touched her secret spot before, as had Trent, but the feelings she felt this time swelled up within her like a wave, threatening to crash and drown her pleasure.
Then his tongue slipped inside her and she had gasped. “Are you all right? Did I hurt you?” he had asked worriedly. There would be pain, Mari knew, if they had gone too far. She assisted the midwife from time to time, helping prepare herbs and brews, and the old woman had been frank and honest about the workings between men and women. Whether she was trying to help or frighten Mari was unclear, but Mari was grateful for the information either way.
“No,” Mari had whispered back once she caught her breath. “It feels wonderful.” Emboldened now, Trent had gone straight back to business, caressing, stabbing and sucking until Mari thought she would burst. And then she did. Had it not been for the pillow over her face she would have screamed with her delight. Her body shuddered and leapt off the bed. Trent had held her legs until the shaking stopped, and then he was on her, his manhood pressed into her stomach like a sword. They moved together, their bodies slipping over each other, pressing and rubbing, until Mari had felt a stickiness between them and felt Trent tremble as he satisfied his need.
For a long time they had lain together, breathing as one, not daring to break the spell of their intimacy. At last, Trent had whispered into her ear, “Let’s run away. I can apprentice as a blacksmith in the big city. It won’t be much but at least we’ll be together.” There was need in his voice, a longing not just for Mari’s body, but for all of her. And she wanted so badly to give it to him.
“You would never be happy,” she reminded him, rolling out from under him and searching for her clothes. “You are an artist. Here you have the freedom to work. An apprenticeship in the big city would be little more than slavery for you. I could not do that to you. Besides, it’s just two moons until my the Christ’s Mass. And we have the nights…”
“Yes,” he conceded, watching her dress. “We have the nights.”
Mari had sensed he wanted to say more, but there was nothing to say. She would not let him sacrifice his dreams to spare her a few months more in her parents’ house. So she had kissed him and slipped out the window, ignoring his pleas to let him walk her home. Now she wished she had taken him up on that offer.
Mari snuggled deeper into the pine, tasting Trent on her lips and willing herself to sleep.
Then a light caught her eye. This far out into the woods and so late at night there shouldn’t be anyone around. Of course, Mari was here, but that was by accident. As she squinted through the pine boughs she could see the light was moving, so it must be a lantern of some kind. There was no way whoever it was could see her, hidden as she was. She was safe. Yet her curiosity was getting the better of her. Against her own good reason, she left her nest and followed the light, determined to find out what was going on without being seen herself.
Slipping from tree to tree on the silence of practiced feet, Mari made her way toward the light. As she approached she saw there were three lights, not one, each being carried by a person in a cowled robe. Priests? They had secret rituals, she knew, but surely none that involved heading into the deepest part of the woods on the darkest night of the month.
A shudder went through her at that thought. The whispers of the old ladies had not always been a frown upon her odd ways. There were darker things hinted at that had been carried to her in her hiding spot just behind the creamery. Evil things. Mari’s curiosity turned to a cold fear in the pit of her stomach, and she turned to retreat into her hiding place.
“So nice of you to join us,” said a hooded figure directly in front of her. “We’ve been waiting for you.” And then world went black as Mari slipped to the ground.
When she came to she was in a clearing she did not recognize. A large bonfire burned brightly off to one side, the robed figures on the other. Mari was in the exact center. She tried to sit up, to escape, but she was tied hand and foot. As she looked down to see if she could slip out of her bonds, she cried out. She was dressed in a red gown of expensive muslin, her feet clad in shocking red boots. Who had done this to her? Why?
Not sure she wanted the answer, but too afraid to simply lie still, she called out “Who are you? What do you want from me?”
The tall man who had surprised her in the woods stepped forward. She could see in the light of the fire that he wore a mask carved with intricate designs, and the sight of them sent a lance of fear down her spine. “It is not what we want from you, Mariella, but what we want for you.”
The sensuousness of his voice surprised her nearly as much as the fact that he knew her name. She had expected a rough, angry voice, but this man’s voice made her feel the same way that Trent’s caresses did, and she blushed at the heat that went through her secret area.
“Who are you?” she demanded again, determined to hide both her fear and the arousal she felt.
“Friends,” he said simply. “We’ve been watching you. We know your desires. We can offer you everything you want, for just a small price,” he added with a slight sneer.
Questions rose in Mari’s mind, but all she could manage to whisper was “What?”
“A small thing. You won’t even miss it.” He was close to her now, kneeling beside her with his hand casually brushing along her midriff. “You can take your time to decide.”
Then he kissed her, the rough wood of the mask digging in around her nose and cheek. Mari tried to resist, she held her breath, thought about Trent. But it was too overpowering, and she succumbed to it. Her lips parted and the strangers tongue found hers. He tasted of cloves and wine and something that seemed to slip past her memory, something she should know.
I’m a prisoner, she told herself, I have no choice. But her body betrayed her. As the stranger’s lips passed down around her throat she groaned aloud, his touch sending sparks through her body in a way Trent’s never had.
“Yes,” he said, soothing, enticing.
“Yes,” she whispered back, tears stinging her eyes at her betrayal.
The others formed a semicircle around the pair, trapping them between themselves and the fire. There were more now. When had they appeared? Mari tried to remember, but there was no room in her mind for anything except the strangers hands on her body, his lips on her skin.
One of the group approached, and Mari realized it was a woman. Though garbed exactly the same as all the others, the way she walked shouted her femininity. She was holding what appeared to be a metal cross, but there was something wrong about it. As Mari tried to concentrate, to focus her mind, she realized the cross was upside down, and the end of it tapered into a knife blade.
Beautiful, she thought. No, evil. But beautiful too. But as the woman raised the cross knife over her head as if to strike down at Mari, pure terror sliced through all her drowsy musings. Before she could react, however, the stranger was there, kissing her again, and the world melted into a calm lustfulness as his tongue caressed hers, that strange taste filling her entire world.
“You won’t run, Mariella.” It wasn’t a command, but not a question, either. This strange man simply knew her mind, knew that she was powerless over her own body so long as the taste of him was on her.
He released her, and the woman plunged the cold metal down, somehow slicing her bonds without touching Mari or the beautiful dress at all. Then she moved closer, and more carefully cut through the ropes around Mari’s wrists. She was free, yet trapped nevertheless.
“Eat now, and drink.” The stranger offered her a platter of fruits from seemingly out of nowhere, fruits that had been out of season for two moons. Mari bit into one, its juices running down her chin and onto her bosom, where the stranger licked them off, causing Mari sigh in contented ecstasy. He offered her a cup then, a strange metal cup bearing the same type of markings as his mask. Mari took it and drank thirstily. She started to put the cup down, but the stranger held it up again, and Mari emptied it.
The others moved then, tightening the half circle around them, chanting in some language Mari could not understand. The sound moved her the same way the strangers voice did, a guilty wetness growing in her secret area. Her head swam. Her body tingled. And that taste…
A half-memory floated up to Mari. The old midwife asking her to retrieve a jar of herbs from a secret drawer. A woman had been laboring for two days, the baby surely dead within her. “This will calm her, help her forget,” she had told Mari. The scent of it was now the taste on Mari’s lips. Hawthorn root. A forbidden herb.
Three other women approached and knelt beside Mari. She did not need to see them walk to guess their sex. Their robes were open at the throat, revealing slick, naked bodies. They began pulling at the intricate ribbons holding the dress together, all the while touching, soothing, kissing. At last the dress slid open, and Mari’s own naked body was exposed. The night air should have been cool, despite the bonfire, yet she felt warm.
Two of the women each took one of Mari’s breasts into her mouth. She could not have imagined such an act between two women before this night, yet it felt like the most right thing in the world as they licked and sucked and bit her hard, protruding nipples. The other woman moved down between Mari’s legs, her mouth performing a far more complicated and satisfying version of the act Trent had tested for the first time this very night. The wave rose within her as the women continued their magical manipulation of her body, and when it crashed over her they did not let up. Over and over again her body thrashed with pleasure. She cried out, half begging them to stop and half begging them to never stop. Slowly, their ministrations slowed, and Mari felt her body calming, the tingling pleasure lingering on her breasts and between her legs.
The stranger was there again, stroking her damp hair back from her eyes, his lips barely brushing hers, breathing into her ear. “Do you know what day this is, Mariella?”
What were days? She couldn’t remember anything other than the play of skin against skin, the shameless desire for more. Slowly, it came to her. “October the thirty-first.”
“All Hallow’s Eve,” he agreed, pleased with her. “We have waited many turnings of the seasons for the dark of the moon to fall on this night. We just need one more thing to make it complete. Will you give it to me?”
“Anything,” she breathed. “Anything for you.”
He grinned, an almost demonic look temporarily coloring his eyes, then his sensuous smile reappeared. Another man stepped forward, robe open to reveal a hard and throbbing manhood. Mari wanted it. No, she needed it. The stranger moved down, his hands caressing her everywhere at once: her breasts, her toes, her stomach. The new man stepped over Mari and knelt. She reached for him and brought him into her mouth slowly, wanting to savor every moment, every taste. She moved her lips up and down his shaft, her tongue contorting around it as she went. She pulled back and licked furiously at the head of the thing, causing it to bounce upon her lips, then it was in her again, thrusting until she could barley breathe. A hot, sticky saltiness filled her mouth and throat as the man shuddered over her. He removed himself and rejoined the group.
The stranger was still caressing her, looking at her expectantly.
“More?” she whispered lustily. He chuckled, and another man approached. He was not as big as the first man, and Mari took all of him into her mouth at once, reveling in the power she held over him. She teased him, stopping just past the tip of his manhood, again and again, until he arched himself back and forced his way into her, stopping just short of the back of her throat, his seed spilling into her all at once. She swallowed while his was still inside her, coaxing the last drop into her, a warm feeling spreading through her.
The man stood up shakily, making his way back to the group while another approached. Mari was as drunk on her lust now as on the herbed wine she had drunk. As the next person took position over her, Mari found herself pleased that it was a woman. Her mouth dove into the task, tasting what she had often smelled on her own fingers late at night. In and out her tongue darted, around and around. She wanted to drown in the taste and feel of the woman’s secret place around her. All too soon, the woman cried out, followed by a long, low groan, and it was over.
One by one all the rest came to her. Lastly was the woman who had slashed her bonds. She was much older than her strong and confident gait had implied. Her flesh was loose around her secret area, her taste stronger and sweeter than any before. She did not yield as easily as the others, either. Mari was thrilled. Taking her time, she explored the woman, tasting, sucking, tickling, her own desire flowing out into the woman above her. When at last it was done the woman leaned down and kissed her, something none of the others had done. Mari tasted power there on her lips, even as the old woman tasted herself on Mari.
As the old woman retreated into the group of robed figures around her, Mari became aware of the stranger again. He was standing now at her feet, his robe discarded and his body gleaming in the firelight. The chanting grew louder, filling Mari with its rhythm.

It all started 5 years ago, I was an odd jobs man in the building trade, brick laying, plastering you name it I had done it. Then my world was turned upside down when my numbers came up on the lottery and I won a cool £2 million.
I always wanted to own a hotel, so I started looking and I was lucky enough to find one in a quiet fishing village on the south coast. The Three Lions was a homely place with 16 rooms, a staff of 12 and a snip at £750,000. Needless to say I took it and proudly became a hotelier.
For the next couple of months things settled down and my wife Karen and I were accepted as part of the local community. Bookings continued to be good but I suspected that we could do better. As I was still a rich man and with winter approaching fast, I decided to carry out some renovations to the Three Lions. I decided that a full refurbishment of all the bedrooms and the public areas was required. I also decided to upgrade the two master bedroom’s, one would be marketed as a Bridal Suite and the room next door would be used by Karen and me.
Since my previous employment was in the building trade I was able to negotiate several good deals with a number of suppliers, but I decided to complete one of the projects on my own. In the bedroom Karen and I had moved into we shared a closet that ran the full length of the wall bordering the Bridal suite. I knocked a 7 foot by 4 foot hole in the closet through into the Bridal Suite and fitted a full length two way mirror to cover it. From the closet I now had a great view of the interior of the Bridal Suite, but I also wanted sound. I then fitted a small air vent below the mirror allowing me to hear reasonably clearly.
To ensure the wife never found out about my project I fitted a false panel at the back of the closet. I then took a keen interest in the decorations in the Bridal Suite and ensured that the full length mirror had an unobstructed view of the brand new king size 4-Poster bed.
After our grand reopening there was a great deal of interest in the Bridal Suite and the confirmed bookings started coming in. It was early in the New Year when our first newly wed couple signed in and immediately went up to the Bridal Suite. Jane and Steve had married earlier in the day and arrived at 8pm. Jane was a drop dead gorgeous blonde of 21 years with a stunning 26-24-36 figure. Steve was well built, 6 foot tall and obviously a keen sportsman and he only had eyes for his new wife. Karen showed them to the room and left them to themselves. I had been working in the bar and saw the couple arrive; I instantly saw an opportunity to ‘test’ my mirror. I excused myself from the bar and went up to my room. Within seconds of closing the door I had removed the panel and sat down in front of the mirror on a stool I had hidden in the closet.
I wasn’t a second too late, Steve had dropped their bags in the centre of the room and had embraced his new wife and was passionately kissing her. Jane was a willing partner and was running her hands through Steven’s fair hair. Steve broke away saying ‘I have waited for this moment since we met. I want you, I need you.’
‘Yes, and you can have me any way you want me.’ Jane replied.
In seconds Steve stripped off his shirt and trousers, standing before her in his socks and pants. Jane could see his impressive bulge. She dropped to her knees and touched him; he flinched slightly as she stroked his covered balls. Grasping the elastic waist band Jane pulled his pants down to his ankles. Steve stepped out of them and Jane could now see his semi hard cock begin to grow. She gasped, and leaning forward she lightly kissed the tip of his cock. Steve closed his eyes and groaned. Jane took the growing cock in her hand and started to slowly work her hand over the full length of it. When it reached its full 8 inch length she kissed it again.
‘If I had known it looked this good, I wouldn’t have made you wait for it.’
‘Yes you would, you felt it in my pants often enough. You just wouldn’t let me get it out!’
Jane kissed it again, feeling it throb in her hand. She opened her mouth and closed her lips over the head of his cock. She started to lick around his cock and found that it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation, in fact it excited her. She began to move her mouth further down his cock. Steve was in ecstasy, he had waited for this moment and he didn’t want to come too quickly. More of his cock was disappearing into his lovely wife’s mouth. Then she slowly moved back up his cock and released it from her mouth.
‘Nice?’ she asked.
‘Fucking gorgeous.’
She quickly took his cock back in her mouth and started to bob up and down on it. Her hands weren’t unoccupied; she was fondling his ball sack with one and mimicking the action of her mouth on the base of his cock with the other. It was obvious that Steve wasn’t going to take much more of this and neither was I.
My own hands had moved down to my crotch and I was feeling my own dick growing very hard. I unzipped myself and released my hard on. Similar in size to Steve’s I started to gently masturbate.
Steve’s hands had grasped his wife’s head and he was gently holding her head into his crotch such that she could continue the glorious blow job but prevented her from stopping. Steve could feel his balls tighten and the impending release was only seconds away. Should he tell his wife? He decided he should.
‘I’m coming.’ He released her head expecting her to release him, but she kept her mouth firmly locked around his cock. The first wave of ecstasy hit him and he fired his cream into his wife’s mouth. Five, six, seven times he felt his cock squirt more of his cream and yet she didn’t spill any of it.
I had to stop wanking myself as I was not far off coming.
Jane released Steve’s cock and licked her lips, ‘That was nice for a starter, what’s on the main course?’
Steve pulled his wife to a standing position and kissed her on the lips, his tongue invading her mouth, just as his cock had done. He realised that Jane was fully clothed and started to strip her. First he took off her blouse and paused to kiss her neck and then the flesh above her covered breasts. He dropped to his knees as he lightly kissed her stomach, stopping briefly to lick her navel he continued down towards her skirt. Within seconds this fell to the floor leaving her in her matching bra and pants with stockings.
She looked great, my cock was throbbing again and I had to start playing with it watching this beautiful woman strip unknowingly before me.
Steve’s tongue and lips continued their march lower. Lightly kissing her lower stomach and the inside of her upper thighs, Jane was now moaning quietly. Steve unclipped her stockings and slowly removed them from her legs. Next he unclipped her stockings belt. He moved back up her body and kissed her again on her lips. His hands moved to the back of her body and he unhooked her bra, it fell away slightly and he stood back to get a look himself. Steve grasped the straps and eased them off her shoulder’s, at last her naked breasts were on show.
They were gorgeous. Set off with dark brown nipples that were already hard and jutting out about ½ inch. I wished I could fondle them and suckle on them.
Steve obviously had the same thought, because that’s exactly what he did. His tongue began a circular motion around each nipple before he took it fully into his mouth and sucked. After a few seconds on one nipple he repeated the operation on the other. Jane’s head flopped backwards as she started moaning louder.
Steve released her nipple and once again moved south. His hands sliding down her body they reached her pants and he hooked his thumbs into the elastic waist band and slowly pushed them down. At the same time he lightly kissed her stomach until he reached the top of her pubic area. Expecting to find a light covering of pubic hair, he was slightly surprised to find none. He pulled away ever so slightly for a quick look.
I too could now see that she was completely shaved, what a sexy sight. Her lips now somewhat moist had parted slightly and her moaning increased.
Steve pushed his wife backwards until she reached the edge of the bed where she sat down. Steve moved between her open legs and kissed her again.
‘Lie back then sweet heart.’
She complied and Steve’s mouth started kissing her stomach, moving ever so slowly towards her moist inviting lips. Steve was deliberately taking his time, his tongue moving in a circular motion as he slowly moved towards his target. When he eventually got there Jane moaned loudly. ‘Lick it baby, lick it for me. Right there. Ahhhhh’
Steve was enjoying himself. He started on her clit, moved down slightly to enjoy the exquisite taste of his new bride and moved back to her clit. He brought his right hand into the action stroking her clit with his index finger he moved it down to her opening and started to ease the tip of his finger inside her. His tongue meanwhile was flicking her clit. His finger was gently moving in and out, steadily moving deeper within her.
It was obvious that Jane’s orgasm was approaching fast. ‘Yessssssssss’ she groaned, Steve concentrated on her clit as her orgasm overtook her. Her hands were grasping the sheets tightly as the waves of ecstasy passed over her. After 10 seconds or so , she started to come down from the peaks and visibly relaxed.
Steve looked up, her juices glistening in the light around his mouth. He was hard again and moved up the bed and kissed his wife passionately. He wasted no time in positioning his cock at her wet entrance. Slowly he moved the tip into place and pushed forward an inch or two. He stopped and looked at the joy in her face. He pushed further inside her. He started a rocking motion, pulling out and then pushing in a bit further. It didn’t take him long to get his full 8 inches inside his wife.
He stopped and kissed his wife tenderly on the forehead, then on her cheeks and finally on her lips.
‘I love you so much’ she cried ‘I have been waiting so long for this moment.’
I was having problems stopping myself from coming. My own cock was lubricating itself and my hand was like a blur moving up and down its full length.
Steve started to fuck his wife slowly but his wanton lust was obvious and he rapidly increased his speed. Jane’s groans were coming thick and fast, egging on her partner to fuck her good.
Steve was doing his best but he knew he didn’t have long to go.
Neither did I, I felt my own balls tighten and I gave myself a couple of quick strokes. Just as I ejaculated onto my hands, Jane cried out ‘Yes. I’m coming again’
So was Steve, he gave a last push into her body and groaned. He managed a couple of short thrusts as he came for the second time within half an hour. They were locked in an orgasmic embrace as their bodies fed off each others feelings.
I realised that I had been away from the bar for some time and it wouldn’t be long before Karen would start to come looking for me. I quickly cleaned myself up and casting a last look through the mirror I put the panel back in place. As much as I wanted to stay and watch Steve and Jane continue exploring each others bodies, I thought their would be other times.
I closed the closet door and walked out into the corridor just as Karen was walking up the stairs.
To be continued…

My first real sex was anal intercourse. I know that’s the sexual equivalent to running a marathon before you even know how to walk, but that’s what happened.
I was eighteen and just out of high school. For the past two years, I had been seeing the same guy, Jerry. We both came from fairly strict Mormon families, and this explained why we had not progressed much beyond the heavy petting stage. Jerry was a true believer that sex outside of marriage was a terrible sin. But, and this was important, he wanted to be a lawyer when he got out of school. This gave him an innate sense for loopholes. Pre-marital sex was certainly sinful, but the term “sex” was loosely defined.
At first, he claimed that it wouldn’t be a sin if we kept our clothes on. So we petted and pawed and made ourselves silly with horniness. This was great fun for a while, but always left us wanting more.
“Well,” Jerry said one day. “I guess it wouldn’t be a sin if touched just your boobs under your shirt.”
I received quite a bit of breast attention for the next few weeks until Jerry again revised his definition of acceptable behavior. Now it was OK to touch each other’s genitals, but he wasn’t allowed to climax. Needless to say, that one didn’t last long. The devoutly religious aren’t any more immune to “blue balls” than anyone else. And, in Jerry’s slightly warped view, masturbation was a way bigger sin than anything you could do with another person. So hand-jobs became the name of the game for over a year. We went through three jumbo bottles of Jergen’s hand lotion.
Then, world events actually gave us the impetus to move to the next level. No less an authority than the President of the United States had declared that oral stimulation was not, strictly speaking, really sex. Jerry, being legal-minded, could not quarrel with the President’s definitions. Blow-jobs were now “in.” Somehow, however, cunnilingus was still forbidden. I never really followed the logic behind this, though Jerry explained it to me in great detail. It seemed unfair to me, so I limited my cocksucking to Jerry’s birthday and major religious holidays.
It seemed as though we had reached a plateau. We had gone as far as we could go without going too far, and Jerry was very determined not to cross that line until we were lawfully wed. We became officially engaged the day after graduation, but his parents wouldn’t allow us to marry until Jerry had finished at least two years of college. This seemed like an eternity to us. We seriously discussed elopement, our only motive being a desperate desire to get laid.
Then, one day, Jerry came to me with what he saw as a solution to our dilemma. Anal sex.
“You’re still a virgin as long as you have your hymen,” he assured me.
I wasn’t convinced. My theology was a bit shaky, I’ll admit, but it seemed to me that sodomy ranked a bit higher then mere fornication on the sin-o-meter. We debated the matter endlessly. I was no match for Jerry’s argumentative skills, and I was naturally a little curious. I finally agreed. We even set a date.
Ever resourceful, Jerry had downloaded instructional material off the internet.
“You need to, uh, you know, go to the bathroom first,” he stammered. “Not number one, number two.”
The guy wanted to fuck me in the ass, but he couldn’t even bring himself to say the word “poop.”
So I went into the bathroom and did my business. When I was done, I found to my surprise that Jerry had decked his bedroom out with candles and flowers. Incense was burning and Van Morrison played on his stereo (very sexy.) I had to give the guy points for setting the mood, and I’ll admit that at this point I was pretty aroused.
We got into bed and started making out. With the anticipation of what was to come, it was hotter and sexier than it had been in a long time. We peeled each other’s clothes off and got each other worked up with our hands and mouths. Jerry even went down on me, for the second time in the two years we had been together. I was red-hot, ready to try anything.
“Roll over,” Jerry said, his voice quivering.
I got on my hands and knees. Jerry’s hands spread my buttocks and I felt something cold and wet squirt down my crack.
“Yow!” I yelped. “What’s that?”
“K-Y Jelly,” he said. “It’s the best thing to use.”
“Do you keep it in the refrigerator? It’s cold!”
“Sorry,” Jerry said.
He started rubbing it around, and it warmed up quickly. Jerry massaged my asshole with the tips of his fingers. This was a strange new sensation, to say the least. It made me shiver with excitement.
“OK,” Jerry said. “I’m going to slide my finger in, OK?”
I nodded. Jerry poked his finger in slowly as I gasped with pleasure and surprise.
“Did that hurt?” he asked.
“No. It feels good.”
Jerry slid his finger in and out, very slowly, working more of the jelly up into my hole. I felt the tight muscles begin to relax.
“OK, I’m going to try two fingers,” Jerry warned.
That stung a bit at first, until Jerry got enough lube going. Then he was fucking my ass with two fingers as I moaned and pressed my ass against his hand.
“OK,” Jerry said, removing his fingers. “I’m going to do it now. Are you ready?”
“Yeah,” I gasped, trying not to tighten up.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“OK, because here I come.”
“Yes!”
Then I felt . . . warm sticky fluid bathing my butt. Jerry had come before he could even get it in.
“Jerry!” I cried.
“Sorry,” he said.
I wanted to try again that very night, but Jerry’s sex drive drops to zero after he gets off. He promised that we could try again the next night. But of course, his parents stayed home instead of playing bridge like they usually do on Thursdays. It was a whole week before we got another chance.
Same program. Bathroom, bedroom, foreplay, one finger, then two.
“Are you ready?” Jerry asked.
“Yes.”
“All right, I’m going to do it. You sure you’re ready?”
“Damn it, Jerry, fuck my ass!”
The head of his cock slid into my asshole.
“Oh,” I moaned.
“Does that hurt?”
It did and it didn’t. It was unlike any sensation I had ever felt in my life, like a heaviness inside me.
“I’m hurting you, aren’t I?” Jerry sounded miserable.
“No,” I said finally. “Don’t stop.”
Jerry moved in and out slowly, picking up a little speed as he grew more excited. His penis slid deeper and deeper into my ass with each thrust. Weird vibrations shimmered through my entire body, like little electric shocks. It was good, but I needed something more. I reached a hand between my legs and started playing with my clit.
“What are you doing?” Jerry gasped with horror. Masturbation was up there with murder and taking the Lord’s name in vain in Jerry’s mind. Plus, I don’t think he even knew that women had orgasms like men did. In fact, at that point, neither did I.
“Shut up, Jerry,” I said. “Just fuck my ass. Harder, Jerry. Fuck it harder.”
Jerry did as he was told, buried to the hilt now in my bowels. He drove it in faster and harder and I frigged myself mercilessly. Then he came. I felt it inside me, Jerry pumping my ass full of cum. The load was heavy and hot, burning me inside. It made me come, too. For the first time in my life, I went screaming over the top. My asshole went crazy, spasming around Jerry’s spurting prick. Each involuntary squeeze of my anus made it tighter back there. It hurt but I never wanted it to stop. I had Jerry’s prick in a vice grip. We were locked together like dogs.
Finally, after Jerry had pumped a few gallons into me, he slid out shriveled and damp. My butt was dripping wet with a combination of bodily substances I dared not ponder. I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. When I came back, Jerry had pulled his boxer shorts on and was laying on his bed, looking up at me thoughtfully.
“You know,” he said with a straight face. “My parents go bowling on Saturday.”

It’s two in the morning, four days after Valentine’s Day. I am awake, lying naked in a motel bed somewhere out west. Next to me, semi-asleep, lies a woman I have only known in person for less than 12 hours, yet I feel as though I have known her forever. She, too, is naked. Her pale skin glows in the light that filters in through the curtained window. I reach out to touch her shoulder, marveling that she’s here with me rather than in her hometown a few hundred miles east. With me, I remind myself, rather than with her husband.
I had met Mindy almost six months ago, not in person but in an Internet chat room. I had just been informed that another online would-be sweetheart had decided not to meet me in person after all, so I was pretty despondent. I went into that chat room feeling extremely sad. Hoping to ease the pain and maybe strike up a friendship, I typed in, Does anyone here want to talk to someone who’s had a bad Internet romance?
I immediately regretted sounding so desperate, but I had promised myself that I would be honest in my Internet dalliances. I’d heard too many horror stories about meeting people on the Net so even in my just-for-fun cybers I was, and still am, truthful. So truthful in fact that, not knowing my true cock size, I always said it was a six-inch one. Not porn-star big, but not too shabby, either. (I later found out it’s 8.25 inches long, but that’s not the issue.) I wished I had come up with something a bit more assertive, but it was too late. My despair of the moment was on display for all the world to see.
Suddenly, on the screen appeared a reply: I will.
I won’t replay the conversation here, but there was an instant rapport between this lovely lady and me. I looked up her profile and saw she was Married but Looking, in her early 30s, and owned a small flower shop in the town where she lives with her husband and three daughters. I winced at the Married part, but we were in an adult chat room and everyone was cybering. I was lonely and getting a bit horny. On impulse I asked, “Do you want to cyber?”
She surprised me when she agreed. We only managed to get some foreplay in before one of her girls came into her computer room and asked if she could use the PC. My new friend apologized but said she liked me and that we could add each other to our buddy lists. We exchanged real names, then we jotted down each other’s e-mail addresses and said our good nights. I was a bit disappointed when she left; already I knew something big had happened.
The next morning I found an e-mail from Mindy:
I can’t stop thinking about you, Alex. I wonder how you are and how you are feeling, what you’re doing.
With those words, I realized that something had, indeed happened.
Over the next few days we exchanged e-mails and cybered whenever her husband was not home. It turns out they both had cyber-lovers, something they had agreed on to spice up their sex lives. But they had different ideas of how they should go about it. Richard was a player and wanted to meet some of his “ladies” while Mindy just liked to have sexy chats and phone sex. She also had to deal with Richard’s jealousy; he’d told her she could do anything online, but any one-on-one meetings would have to be approved by him. This was not likely, given that the jealousy factor would grow until finally Mindy would not be able to spend much unsupervised time online.
Meanwhile, I had tried to start a real romance with a single nurse in the Midwest, but that fizzled badly. By then, I knew I was in love with Mindy — though I was resigned to the fact that we’d never meet. Yet, not even six months after we met in that chat room, I hopped on a plane and went to meet her.
I look at my watch. It’s 2:05. I run my hand gently along her bare back and caress her long brown hair. She is not centerfold material; she’s around 5 feet tall, chubby, and is very average looking. Yet to me she is beautiful beyond looks…beyond thought. As I run my fingers up and down her spine, my cock throbs back to life. On this same bed, not more than five hours ago, we had made love for the first time.
It had been beautiful. No sooner had she closed the motel room door behind her and I had placed my suitcase on the floor when we found ourselves in a tight embrace and we were kissing. She had warned me that maybe she would not like kissing. None of the men in her life were good at it. I told her that kissing was the only thing I had ever really done with a woman. Having cerebral palsy has made me a bit too self-conscious and reticent, so until now kissing and a little tit-sucking had been my only experiences in bed. Mindy would not only be my first illicit affair, but she would also be my first lover.
Much to her delight, my kissing skills had not vanished even after more than a decade. We kissed and kissed for minutes on end. I kissed her lips, her cheeks, her forehead, her eyelids. I broke away for a minute and we set up a CD player she’d borrowed for her business trip; she was in this town for a legitimate business outing but her hubby and children were unable to go, hence my presence there. I took out a Golden Oldies CD that featured old rock-and-roll songs. We danced to a slow song, and when we stopped dancing, I kissed her passionately.
That did it. Mindy led me to the bed, and sitting next to me, she unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off me. She kissed me and invited me to unbutton her blouse, but the buttons were too tiny and I couldn’t undo even one. She smiled and said, “Don’t fret, hon. I’ll do it.” She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. I stared, gasping in wonder.
She then reached in front of her and took off her sports bra, revealing her generous breasts. Her nipples were pink and already hard. “They’re beautiful,” I whispered. She smiled and actually blushed. Mindy thinks her tits are uneven, but to me they’re lovely. I took them in my hands and touched them, rubbing the nipples with my palms and feeling them get harder.
Finally, I couldn’t wait any longer. I was 36 years old and had never made love to a woman. For 6 months I had longed for this moment. I quickly took the rest of my clothes off and helped her out of hers. When she was finally naked I lay on top of her, feeling a shock as our bodies touched for the first time. My cock, which had been hard all the way from the airport, rubbed along her thigh. We moaned as our bodies reacted to each other’s touch.
“I love you, Min,” I said as I lay on the bed face-up. We had agreed she’d fuck me from above because I wasn’t sure if I could handle the traditional man-on-top positions.
She smiled as she straddled me. “I know you do, baby. I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t love me.” With this, she took my cock in her right hand. She looked at it, then stared into my eyes. She smiled at me again and rubbed my cockhead with her already wet pussy.
“That feels good,” I said shakily.
“It will feel even better,” Mindy said. She lifted herself back up and went down a little further with the downstroke. “Do you want to be all the way inside me?” she asked.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Good,” she said. “I want you inside me, too, babe. Can’t wait to feel you all the way in. But not yet. I like feeling you a little way in.”
She took my dick and rubbed the head of it against her clit. “Oh baby,” she cooed huskily. “Feels so good to me. I want you back inside me!” She slid my hard cock back to her throbbing pussy and just let the tip enter her again. Up and down with quick little strokes, building her excitement even higher and higher. Then SLAM, she pressed her cunt down onto me “Oh God, Alex. You feel so good inside me!” Repeatedly she impaled herself on my stiff rod. each downstroke elicited a cry from her and some from me, which only heightened our happiness. I reached up and took her right nipple into my mouth and she almost climaxed right then. “Oh God, hon,” she moaned breathlessly. “Keep it up and I will cum for you.”
Faster and faster she went, grinding her pussy onto my cock and getting so close to orgasm. She threw her head back as I continued to suck on her breast and she kept making sweet love to me. She cooed again: “Ohhh, Love. You are so good to me. I am so close now! Cum with me, baby! I want to feel you cumming inside my hot pussy when I cum for you.”
Up and down she went. She could feel me rising up to meet her, getting even more into her womanhood. “Oh hon, you feel so good. That licking and sucking is going to make me cum! Oh my Gooooodddddd……aahhhhhhh!!!!” Suddenly she couldn’t go on any more, yet her body continued to twitch and writhe for me. She collapsed on top of me and continued to move so that I could get off for her. She kissed my lips, long, slow and deep. And she could feel me cumming! “Give it to me honey!” she cried joyfully. “Fill me up with you. Oh baby! Feels so good.” All the while she was kissing me and trying to catch her breath. It was not working. “I am so worked up by you,” she said. “You make me hot and so very happy. Mmmm.”
She removed herself from me and lay beside me, not being able to get close enough to me. “I want to be one with your body as well as your soul,” she said softly. She ran her fingers in the hair on my chest and covered me with little kisses. As for me, I cuddled up with her and just breathed, wanting to take her all in, so very happy being with my Mindy.
“I wish,” I said huskily, “you were my wife.”
She said nothing. She smiled, yet, in her eyes, tears welled up. Eventually we fell asleep, totally content with each other and completely satisfied.

This is the first of hopefully many stories to come. This one may be a bit boring and lacking the hardcore fucking and sucking so many of you are used to. I feel the need to tell it because it will give some background to the rest of my stories. For the most part I will send them in chronologically from my younger days to present day as a undercover crossdresser to a full blown crossdressing slut. They will all be true and uncensored which is the way I have lived them. It covers the secret life that I have lived for the past 20 years and still do to this day. Please vote and I hope you enjoy the stories as much as I did living them and reliving them as I write them for your enjoyment.
I started dressing in women’s clothes shortly after high school. I didn’t really go all the way buy usually just pantyhose, bras, and panties that I would borrow from my mom or sister. I had experimented with it a bit when younger, stealing my mom’s pantyhose and jerking myself to incredible orgasms while wearing them. I loved the feeling of the silky smooth nylon on my legs and cock. I would occasionally put on one of her night gowns with the hose, the feeling of the satin touching the nylon hose would drive me nuts and I would just lay on the bed and roll around rubbing my legs against the gown.
When I went off to college I was able to explore my fondness of all things soft and silky even more. I had a roommate but he would leave every weekend to go home to Houston and I would have the whole place to myself. This is when I first really started to “dress up” and be the woman I desired to be.
I skipped class on a Friday and drove to Houston. I went to a lingerie store and bought myself some really sexy gear. I remember it like it was yesterday. I bought a red lacey “Wonder Bra”, matching thong, garter belt, and a pair of black lace top thigh highs. I found a sexy red strappy spandex type dress that was short, but not too short, maybe about 3 inches above the knee and had a sexy slit up the side.
I went to the counter to pay and the lady looked up at me and smiled. She told me that who ever I was buying this for sure would like it.
I just smiled back and said I hope so, it’s for a special night.
She sort of giggled and said that she hopes she likes it and placed it in tissue paper and then slid it in a bag for me.
I got in my car and drove off looking for a shoe store to buy some girly shoes. I went to a Famous Footwear store and went in. I browsed around trying to look inconspicuous in the women’s shoe dept., without much luck. An older lady came and ask if I needed help. I told her no I was just looking, she smiled and walked away. I looked around and found a foot scale to see what size I wore in ladies. I checked my foot and went to the size 11 section. Apparently women who wear size 11 don’t have a lot of choices for sexy shoes. I did manage to find a pair that would do. They were a pair of red velvet sandals with thin straps, a 3 inch heel and ankle strap with a buckle. I grabbed them and went to the end of the aisle and tried them on real fast, snug but they worked.
I went to the counter to pay and when the lady saw what I was buying she just grinned at me and rang me up. As I was walking out I could here her and another lady giggling at me.
I got in my car and drove to another parking lot to examine my purchase closer. I took out all my stuff and laid it out on the seat next to me so I could see it all. I took out the stockings and rubbed one on my leg. The feeling was electric! I kicked of my sandal and pulled one of the stockings up to my knee. I took one of the heels and slid my foot right in and buckled the strap. The nylon sure helped my foot glide in the shoe, and the look of that shoe on my foot was so erotic.
I tucked everything back in it’s bag and shoes in their box and drove home thinking of what laid in store for my evening.
When I got home I scanned the parking lot for my roommates car. It was nowhere to be seen so that meant that he had already left for Houston. I grabbed my stuff and ran up the stairs. I was so nervous with anticipation I could barely get the key in the door. I got in and locked the door with the deadbolt and the chain.
I went to my room and stripped to my boxers. I took all my new clothes and took the tags off and neatly laid them out on the bed.
I went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer, went back to my room and sat in a chair with a raging hard on drinking my beer and staring at the wonderful outfit laid out before me.
I drank a couple more beers and smoked a half a joint while watching some porn. Remember we are college guys so there was no shortage of booze, weed and porn around our apartment. I sat there for about an hour and finally decided it was time.
I went and took a nice hot shower, dried off and blew dry my hair. I blew my hair upwards so it would have a full look to it. (this was the 80’s and my hair was about 4 inches past my shoulders) I teased it up a bit on top and sprayed it with hair spray doing the best I could at feminine looking hair.
I walked into my room and took the bra and wrapped it around my waist, spun it around and pulled the straps over my shoulders. I walked to my dresser and got a pair of tube socks and rolled them up nice and round and placed them in the cups of the bra. It felt so good, just enough wiggle from the water in the “Wonder Bra” and the softness of the socks to feel somewhat like real tits.
I went back and sat in the chair and slid the stockings up my arm and pulled them down so they were bunched up at my hand. I put my foot in it and slowly pulled it all the way up my leg and then I did the other. I rubbed my legs together feeling the nylons against my skin.
I took the garter belt and put it around my waist. I clipped the clips to the tops of my stockings and checked in the mirror to make sure they were straight. They weren’t and I had to repeat this about 4-5 times before I got it right. I sat down and leaned over sliding my hand up my legs from the feet pulling the stockings snug and then adjusted the straps tight.
I slid the thong up my legs and over the garter belt straps. This is how I saw the girls in pornos wear them so that’s what I wanted to do. Be a porno slut.
I reached over and grabbed the heels and slid my foot into one and buckled the thin strap around my ankle. I looked down and admired my leg with a sexy shoe and stocking covering it. I put the other one on and stretched my legs out in front of me and stared at them. I felt so sexy and feminine; my hard on was raging and oozing pre cum into my new thong.
I stood up on very wobbly legs and walked to the full length mirror on the closet door. I stood there admiring this feminine being in front of me. I turned and looked at my ass, bent over, watching myself in the mirror the entire time. I was amazed at how sexy and girly I felt wearing this lingerie.
I practiced walking around the apartment getting used to the heels, which was quite a chore. They were only 3 inches but felt like 6. I damn near fell a dozen times before I somewhat got control of it. I went and got a beer and sat on a bar stool at the bar and smoked a cigarette with my legs crossed like a woman
I loved looking at my legs and feet with the stockings and heels, it was so intoxicating. I finished my cig and beer and walked through the kitchen again just to hear my heels clicking on the floor. I went back to my bedroom and got my dress. I held it up in front of me looking at it in the mirror as I held it against my body. I stepped into it from the top and pulled it up my legs and slid my arms through the straps. After a few minutes of pulling and adjusting it I finally had it on right. It fit very well, snug but not so tight that it showed my bra straps or garter belt. The bottom had just a slight flare to it and a nice slit so it hung a little loose on my thighs. I stood there looking in the mirror in a total daze of how sexy I looked and felt.
I practiced prancing around wiggling my ass like a slut trying to get comfortable walking in heels. I loved the feeling of the nylons on my legs and the fabric of the dress rubbing the nylons. I was in heaven!
I sat on the bar stool drinking beer and smoking cigs for a good hour, crossing and uncrossing my legs. I loved the way the slit in the dress showed just the top of my stockings and when I had my left leg over my right leg you could see the garter belt strap. It made me feel so sexy!
I had a real good buzz on so I turned my attention to the TV where I had a good hardcore porno going. I was really getting into watching the guys fuck these girls like madmen. Just watching the girls turned me on so much. I loved how they always wore their thigh highs and heels while getting fucked.
I started rubbing my cock through my dress getting myself horny as hell. I would pull my dress up and expose my thong and garter belt shaking my ass and slapping it.
I finally couldn’t handle it anymore, I had to cum. I had been all dressed up for over 2 hours sporting a hard on for almost all of it.
I took off my dress and slid my thong down freeing my aching cock. I walked to the bathroom to get a bottle of lotion while watching my cock swing up and down as I walked. I felt so slutty! I sat on the sofa with my legs spread wide open and cock sticking straight up to my face. (I have a 7″ cock, cut and fairly thick that curves upward like a banana)
I pumped a couple of good drops of lotion over my cock head and this sent shivers through my body. I slowly started rubbing it all around my head, stroking and pushing it down between my legs so it looked like I had a real pussy when I closed my legs. I started stroking faster and harder while playing with my balls. I was rubbing my balls furiously when my fingers slid between my ass cheeks and I shuddered.
I took some lotion and rubbed it all around my asshole. I leaned back and spread my legs wide in the air and slowly started to finger my ass with one finger. It felt amazing when it slid inside me. I fucked myself with one finger, then 2 fingers while pumping my cock. I could feel my load brewing deep inside my balls. I pushed my 2 fingers all the way inside my tight ass and jerked my cock like mad. I felt it coming so I bucked my hips upward and shot a massive load of hot sticky cum all over me. The first shot hit my chin, the second on my neck and the rest, 5-6 more shots landed on my bra and stomach.
I pulled my fingers from my ass and slowly milked every last drop from my cock onto me. I lay there totally exhausted and covered in hot man cum. I reached down and rubbed it around with my fingers feeling the sticky cum. I scooped some up and brought my fingers to my mouth, I looked at it for a second or two, then I sucked my fingers in my mouth tasting my salty semen. I closed my eyes and moaned as I sucked my fingers clean. I took the rest of it from my chin, neck and stomach with my fingers and licked every drop from my hand.
I laid there totally exhausted but in total ecstasy from the huge orgasm I had just had.
I went to my room and slowly undressed the rest of the way. I put my lingerie on a shelf in the back of my closet and hung my dress on a hanger way in the back. I walked over and fell in my bed and went right to sleep.
When I awoke the next morning I felt like I had the best night sleep of my life. I walked to my closet and took down my lingerie and stood the staring at it. I felt the bra and smelled the crotch of my thong. It smelled so sexy. I put them back where they belonged, closed the door and went and made me some breakfast.
To be continued…

I waited for her by the airport gate.
Maria was a striking woman in her mid-thirties, with black hair cut short in a shag style that resembled LA LAW actress Susan Dey. She looked alluring dressed in a white shirt that showed off the aureoles of her breasts, with a wrap around linen skirt and leather boots that stopped below the knees.
Her body was solid, a sensuous dare usually cloaked in business garments and sensible dresses, but not today. Her husband had dressed her well for the trip, the skirt and boots giving her a very sensuous look.
I was going to enjoy fucking Maria. Her husband would be pleased.
She approached, walking out the gate, pass the security point, entering the general transit area of the terminal. The wife of my friend smiled nervously as I smelled her scent of perfume and rum.
* * * * *
I married virgin and I never dreamed that I would be doing this. My husband is a lawyer and I am a schoolteacher and the mother of two girls and one boy, a member of charity groups and community organizations. My whole adult life –sixteen years of marriage- have been dedicated to my home, sex with my husband and little else.
Like I said, I married virgin and I am not a prude. Carlos and I have always had a good sex life and I have been open-minded. Carlos taught me to enjoy lust and to be creative. I have given my husband many a blowjob using ice cubes, honey or wine. We made love in a public park, naked on the ground, by the light of day and even parked like teenagers on isolated roads, fucking joyfully in the back seat.
To spice our lives we also watched a few porno videos at home and the thought of a threesome seemed very exciting. After all those years of monogamous sex, the thought of a three way was electrifying. At first it was just a turn-on, then a private joke that developed into a hot fantasy. When we fucked my husband would whisper to me: “Wouldn’t you like another man to be here right now? Wouldn’t you enjoy two dicks inside you? Would you like me to watch you be fucked by another man?”
“Yes,” I would gasp as he fucked me, “yes. I want you to see me get fucked.”
“I want to see you take a fat cock up your cunt,” Carlos would say, “I want to see another man, a stranger, put his fat cock in your mouth.”
I was turned on, really turned on, but it was just a fantasy like a dream that’s never going to happen. We would go out to dinner and Carlos would point out men and ask me if they fit a fantasy. Sometimes I would agree.
One night I was really turned on by a man I saw at a nightclub, handsome with a well-trimmed mustache. Carlos noticed me looking at the stranger and teased me.
“Imagine you are naked and he is rubbing his cock against you,” Carlos said.
I nodded, smiling.
Later, back home, Carlos took out a dildo and went down on me, fucking me with the vibrator while doing things with his tongue and I put his penis in my mouth and went at it. The meat in my mouth and the electrical monster between my legs sent me over the edge. I visualized the stranger and my husband both naked, feeding me their cocks. I licked my husband’s meat and pretended I was sucking the stranger in a darkened booth at the club.
“You are thinking about the man at the club?” Carlos asked.
“Oh…yes…I am. Oh…yes.”
“Tell me about it, Maria.”
“He’s naked and has a big cock,” I stopped licking and began stroking my husband as I talked, “and he sticks it….right in my cunt…and he slides back and forth…It feels good and I lick your cock while the man fucks me.”
“This could be real…If you want it to be.”
Right then and there I was willing to do it, to suck and fuck the man with the mustache. I did not say anything more to Carlos, but he knew I ready to be taken.
The thought of an orgy was intriguing and Carlos surprised me by saying it would turn him on to see me naked with another man. I was stunned but the more I thought about it the more exciting it seemed. I had never tasted another man. Did all sperm taste the same? How would a different tongue feel?
Over the next few weeks I began daydreaming about threesomes. In one scene I was in a motel room while two men fucked my mouth and cunt as my husband watched. In a second fantasy a stranger penetrated me as I performed oral sex on Carlos. I masturbated several times to such daydreams.
After a dildo workout I finally approved. My husband smiled as he said he would personally make all necessary arrangements. A few days later he says it’s all set, tells me with whom, and I freak out. I had known Rick and Elizabeth for years, and I believed that the intimacy of such a situation…well, I was embarrassed. The sexual adventure did not seem so appealing any more. But Carlos insisted and I said yes, so that’s how it started.
Carlos did not fuck me for a week before the trip and often talked about sex to get me hot. He told me the meeting would take place in a rented beach cottage in Miami and I would have sex with Rick and he would enjoy Elizabeth. Because of a scheduling problem I would fly down a day before him. I protested, not wanting to face Rick and this unusual situation by myself, but Carlos was adamant in his instructions. The day I left on the trip, he picked out my outfit. Being without a bra felt embarrassing. My nipples rubbed raw against the shirt fabric.
I had three drinks in the plane, out of pure fear. I was nervous; realizing something very different was going to happen. It felt wickedly sensual but also scary. A man not my husband was going to touch me, fondle me, penetrate me, and put his thing in my mouth.
I was excited. I had doubts but I was horny. A man walked past me on the aisle of the airplane. As he passed, my eyes glanced between his legs and I could see the outline of his meat through the jeans. How many women had he fucked in his life? I had never had another man but Carlos, and now I was going to have sex with a friend with my husband’s approval.
Another man walked past. I fantasized that we were naked and he chased me up the aisle and took me as other passengers looked on. I was sweating and a little boozy by the time I arrived in Miami. Rick waited for me by the gate.
* * * * *
As she offered her cheek for a nervous peck, I held her and kissed her mouth. She froze and I let go. She looked around like a frightened deer and I asked her if she was afraid of being seen? She nodded. So I kissed her again and for a moment she froze, then her mouth opened and out tongues met.
* * * * *
At first I froze, but then it felt naughty and I responded. The feel of a strange tongue in my mouth made me wet. As we walked to the airport parking lot his hands lightly felt my nipples, then he felt my ass like it was a piece of fruit. I shivered and told him I was nervous. He laughed.
“Did you ever have another man? No?.” He smiled, “You will love it. After tonight plain sex will never be the same. Have you ever had a woman?”
“Of course not.”
“You will tonight.”
I was stunned. When he mentioned his wife I blushed and was rendered speechless. A woman? To lick and be licked by another woman? I had not even considered…. But before I could formulate a sentence Rick said: “Ever been fucked up the ass?” –And I shook my head dumbstruck and he smiled.
“How delicious to fuck a virgin ass.”
I was petrified.
“I’ve never done that…” I said and he chuckled.
“It will hurt at first but you will enjoy it… Carlos never fucked your ass?”
“We tried it a couple of times but never finished it. It hurt too much…”
He smiled….What the hell was I getting myself into? I was ready to turn around. I was suddenly very nervous, very scared. I had never expected Rick to be so forward, so dominant. I was unsure whether I could go through with this sexual game.
* * * * *
As we approached my car I could tell she was freaking. She was a little buzzed and the situation made her uneasy. I placed the small bag inside the trunk and walked over to open her door. As she walked up, I grabbed her, turned her against the car, pressed myself to her and kissed her candy-red lips. She responded warmly and after a minute or so began breathing hard. I caressed Maria’s nipples through the shirt, feeling the tips become hard as pencil erasers. My tongue found her ear. She moaned. A car passed by and a teenager howled.
“We should leave here,” she said, “someone could see us.”
“Perhaps I’ll let them watch and maybe even fuck you. …”
She gasped. My hand reached through the slit of her dress and I felt the warmth of her thighs. I caressed her mound through her panties. Maria’s eyes opened in surprise as I pulled the panties down, made her leave them on the concrete floor then frenched her mouth as I slid my hand into her skirt and played with her wet slash.
My fingers slid in, two of them twisting and twirling inside her and she groaned in surprised lust, her mound pushing against my hand. My fingers probed deeper and she was jolted, her body rising on her tiptoes as my tongue probed deep into her wet mouth.

Maria moaned and exploded in a wrenching orgasm. It was an intense feeling that left her woozy.
* * * * *
It was incredible the way he was so rough and in command. It happened so fast. I was terrified but it was so daring, so out of the ordinary, being finger fucked out in the open, that it was incredibly thrilling. I was terrified, but I had an explosive orgasm in seconds. I was standing there, feeling so weak that I could hardly move…I sat in the car and he told me to get dressed without helping me. I rolled my skirt around and buttoned up the shirt, leaning back on the seat, gasping slightly, short of breath after the brutal orgasm.
* * * * *
I drove and she was more relaxed.
“Did you enjoy it?” I asked.
She blushed and nodded, smiling.
“Like to suck dick?”
Her blush turned a deeper shade, and then she nodded.
“Kneel,” I said, “and eat me.” Her eyes opened in disbelief.
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We were in the middle of SR 836. He had fingerfucked me in public and now he wanted a blowjob in afternoon traffic. It was insane but I obeyed, totally mesmerized by the strange events.
I went down on my knees and his uncircumcised dick popped out of his jeans.
“Suck it,” he said, “like an ice cream cone.”
I did suck it, feeling hungry for his meat, thrilled out of my mind at the situation. He tasted different than my husband. I could hear the traffic around us but I twirled my tongue around his dick, my head bobbing up and down on his cock.
He was thick and hard. His dick slid over my tongue and I licked his whole shaft with gusto, not caring whether a truck driver looked down and saw me sucking cock.
Rick went through the tollbooth pressing my head down as a black male toll attendant stared at us in disbelief. Looking up at the attendant while Rick pushed my face down was an incredible rush, a new experience and the discovery of new desires I was unaware I had.
“Honey,” Rick said, “you are a very good cocksucker.”
I was wet and I wanted to be fucked as his meat slammed into my throat hard and I ran my fingernails on his balls as he came in a delightful orgasm, filling my mouth with salty sperm, which I swallowed as I came for a second time.
* * * * *
“Liked it?” I asked and Maria nodded, her head moving in a sleepy motion. She seemed hypnotized.
“You want to be fucked, don’t you? I asked and she nodded once more. “You will wait until I feel like fucking you. I already fucked your mouth. There are two holes left to fuck.”
At the beach cottage Elizabeth greeted us with a tray with a dozen joints, a pitcher of pina coladas and a decanter of white wine. My wife is thirty-four, with a mane of curly chestnut hair and a very sensuous body hardened by aerobics. Elizabeth’s only garment was a two piece yellow bikini that enhanced her brown tan. My wife kissed Maria lightly on the lips, I changed into a bathing suit and we proceeded to get high, smoking and drinking. I told Elizabeth how I had fingered Maria and she had sucked me off in the car and we both laughed as she blushed.
“I don’t feel right about this,” Maria said, “I mean I enjoyed today but….this thing…I’m not a lesbian and I don’t feel right…and you said you would do something…and I never up the rear…I don’t know if I want to continue…”
I walked up to her and pulled her by her hair towards me. Her eyes opened wide in fear.
“Don’t play the innocent angel,” I told her, “You squirmed when I fingered you and then you swallowed my load. I will take your other holes and so will my wife. Do you understand slut?”
* * * * *
“Yes,” I answered whimpering, surrendering to the fantasy.
Rick licked my face while he told me I had to obey him blindly without question. I was terrified but I was also very wet, feeling totally dominated for the first time in my life. Carlos had played dominant games but they had been too pretend, too hesitant.
This was real. This man suddenly owned me and I wanted to submit to his hunger.
I was afraid of him but I also was thrilled with the way he commanded me. I wanted to be fucked totally. Before I was aware of what was happening, he sat, pulling me across his lap, as he told me that I needed to be disciplined, taught to obey.
I protested as his hand lifted my skirt. My panties had been left on the parking lot at the airport, so I was bare ass naked. His wife was delighted with my shame, calling my exposed view a “cotton-tail sweet ass.”
I tried to protest, but Rick’s hand came down on my rear with a stinging bite. I yelped. Another slap and another, until my ass felt like it was on fire and so did my cunt, for I was soaking wet, dripping honey, dying to be fucked.
“You like being spanked?”
“It hurts…please….”
It hurt but it was also exciting and I moaned in an animal desire as Elizabeth stared at my exposed ass and wet cunt while her husband spanked me.
It was humiliating but also thrilling, making my mound very wet.
* * * * *
“Are you going to obey me, whore?” I asked and Maria nodded, tears streaming down her face.
“Tell me.”
“I will…I will obey.”
Keeping her across my knees I opened up her legs. Elizabeth went down on her, my wife’s tongue flicking across Maria’s clit. She contracted in a spasm, eyes opening, looking over her shoulder at a woman eating her…my wife’s tongue went in deeper and Maria bucked as I held her down across my knees, opening her legs. My wife pressed her face between the white ass cheeks now marked pink by the spanking.
“How does it feel, Maria?” I asked in a whisper, “How does it feel to have a woman lick your ass and cunt? You like that wet tongu