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For a few days, nothing much happened. Ashley, Madison, and I were all busy with work. Typically, we might get together on Friday, but that weekend, Ashley, Madison, and Alyssa had organized a "girl's night in," so I spent time with some other friends instead. The next morning, Ashley shared all the details with me. The three of them gathered at Ashley and Madison's house after finishing work. They each took a quick shower before meeting in the main room in the basement, where we usually hang out. Ashley had picked up a few bottles of wine for them to enjoy while chatting and watching movies. Ashley and Alyssa could handle a fair amount of wine, but Madison typically preferred just a couple of drinks. Madison and Alyssa were sitting on the couch across from Ashley. Each of the girls was wearing a cami and running shorts. Madison had socks on; Ashley and Alyssa did not. Ashley was in charge of pouring wine for everybody. They were drinking some white wine, probably pretty cheap. I don’t remember. In any case, Ashley poured herself a glass and set it on the ground next to the couch before pouring two more. She stood up and brought the glasses as well as the bottle to Madison and Alyssa. “Thanks Ashley,” Alyssa smiled. “Yeah, thanks sis,” Madison said. “You’re welcome,” Ashley grinned. She walked back to her couch, picking up her glass of wine before sitting down and taking a sip. Madison and Alyssa had also begun working on their own glasses. Ashley turned on the TV and flipped through the movie channels before settling on something that would make for at least some good background noise while they talked. The conversation focused mostly on work drama and other stories from their jobs while the girls drank their first glass of wine. Ashley was the first to finish, followed by Alyssa and finally Madison. Ashley opened up a second bottle of wine and poured herself a big glass. Madison and Alyssa followed suit, pouring themselves a big glass each. They almost killed the bottle so Alyssa just finished what was left, drinking straight from the bottle. The girls continued to chit-chat as they worked through their second glass of wine. Madison was already feeling the effects, and Ashley could tell. “I think Madison is drunk,” Ashley giggled. Madison’s skin was already quite flushed. “Shut up,” Madison laughed. Alyssa gave her a kiss on the cheek. Madison wasn’t the only one beginning to feel drunk. Both Ashley and Alyssa were already feeling loose. And as the girls continued to drink, their conversations began to become a bit more interesting. “So,” Alyssa said after downing the last of her second glass. “I have a question for you, Ashley.” Madison bit her lip and shot Ashley a look. Ashley only briefly met Madison’s eyes before looking back at Alyssa. “What is it? And do you want more wine?” “Yes please,” Alyssa said. Ashley set her wine glass on the ground and picked up another bottle. She took the wrapping off the top and uncorked it before walking the bottle over to Alyssa and Madison.. Alyssa poured herself her third glass of wine -- this one a bit more modest than her previous -- before handing the bottle to Madison, who downed the last of her second glass. Madison poured herself a small third glass and set the bottle down on the side of the couch, out of the way of where anybody would be walking. Ashley sat back down on the couch and looked expectantly at Alyssa, who was blushing heavily. “I don’t know if you remember,” Alyssa began slowly, pausing to take a breath. “The last time we had a movie night -- when Brian was here -- you and him went into your room for a bit in the middle?” “I remember that, yeah,” Ashley said. “Why?” Ashley could feel her heart beating hard in her chest; Madison felt the same. “What exactly were you guys doing?” Alyssa said. Her face was bright red. “Why do you ask?” Ashley said. “Not that there’s anything wrong with asking -- I’m just wondering.” “Well,” Alyssa said. She looked at Madison, who returned her gaze. “Both Madison and I heard… things.” “Things?” Ashley couldn’t help but chuckle. “Oh please,” Madison said, feeling a bit bolder than usual. “There’s no sense in beating around the bush. We heard you and Brian having sex.” “Madison!” Alyssa said, her face somehow turning an even deeper shade of red. “What? Like I told you, I hear them all the time,” Madison shrugged. Ashley laughed. “I mean yeah, we were having sex.” “No shit,” Madison laughed. She took another sip of wine. Her lips were a little numb and she couldn’t really taste it too much anymore -- alcohol had that effect on her. “Did you guys know we could hear you? Because we heard, like, everything,” Alyssa blushed. “Maybe,” Ashley said before bursting out laughing like Madison, who was still giggling. “You ain’t slick, Ashley,” Madison giggled. “So you knew?” Alyssa repeated. “Like you knew we could hear?” “Yes,” Ashley shrugged. “We figured y’all could hear us pretty well.” “Does that not make you, like, uncomfortable?” Alyssa asked. “She’s an exhibitionist, silly,” Madison said. “She likes it. Even I know that.” “How do you know she’s an exhibitionist?” Alyssa asked Madison. “Because she doesn’t even try to hide it when she and Brian are fucking,” Madison giggled. “I hear them going at it damn near every night. So she’s either the least shameless person ever or she gets off to it. Probably both, actually.” Ashley shrugged. “She’s right. It turns me on. I like knowing other people can hear us.” “See?” Madison grinned. “I told you!” “I am sorry if we made you uncomfortable though, Alyssa,” Ashley said. “No, no, you didn’t,” Alyssa said, blushing again. “I think Alyssa liked it,” Madison said, giggling again. “Shut up!” Alyssa said, giving Madison a playful slap on the thigh. Alyssa was bright red now. “Did she now?” Ashley said, amused. Obviously Ashley was aware that Alyssa was seemingly turned on since Madison had told her everything, but Ashley was playing along as if she was hearing about this for the first time. Alyssa blushed once again. If it weren’t for the wine, she may have tried to save face. But her inhibitions were gone. After a brief pause, she admitted to enjoying the show. “Okay, yes, I liked it.” She paused for a moment before saying, “it sounded like Brian was really giving it to you.” “Well, that’s good. It’s only fun if everybody is enjoying it, really,” Ashley grinned. “And yes, Brian was really giving it to me.” Ashley giggled. “Wait, so do you think it’s hot when Madison can hear you and Brian having sex too?” Alyssa asked. “Since she apparently hears you guys a lot?” Ashley shrugged. “Well, yeah. It’s a bit weird since she’s my sister and all, obviously. But it’s still hot.” That was a white lie; Ashley loved the fact that her sister specifically could hear her having sex, but now was not the time to admit her overtly incestuous feelings to her sister’s girlfriend. Alyssa looked amused. “Jesus Ashley. You’re kind of a freak.” She paused before quickly adding, “-- in a good way. Like I didn’t know you were so kinky.” “Really?” Madison asked. “Maybe it’s because I’m used to hearing them and all, but I could always tell my sister was a freak.” Ashley laughed. “I suppose I am.” Alyssa took another sip of wine, prompting Madison and Ashley to do the same. “Do you guys wanna play ‘Truth or Dare’?” Ashley asked after a brief pause. Perhaps it was cliché, but the mood felt right. Or maybe Ashley was just horny. Either way. “Sure,” Madison said, flashing a small smile. “I’m down,” Alyssa nodded. “Sweet. I’ll start,” Ashley said. She paused to think for a moment. “Alyssa -- truth or dare?” “Truth,” Alyssa said. It would be foolish to start with a dare -- that makes it too easy for everyone! “Do you like watching or listening to other people have sex?” Ashley asked. Alyssa blushed. “You’re asking if I’m a voyeur?” Ashley nodded. “I wasn’t sure if you were familiar with the term.” “Well, I do like watching people have sex and whatnot, but I don’t have the opportunity to watch people very often, obviously.” “Maybe the next time we have a movie night with Brian, he and I will slip away in the middle again,” Ashley said with a wink. Alyssa grinned and giggled. “I would like that.” There was a brief pause before Ashley spoke. “Since you were asked, you can go next, Alyssa. And then it’ll be your turn, Madison,” Ashley said. “Okay,” Alyssa said, shifting around to get more comfortable. “Madison, truth or dare?” “Truth,” Madison said. She was tapping her fingers on the armrest of the couch in a mix of nervousness and excitement. “Do you enjoy listening to Brian and your sister have sex?” Madison blushed hard. “Yes, I do,” she said softly. Her heart was pounding. Did she really just admit to her girlfriend that she was turned on by the sound of Ashley having sex? Madison shifted around anxiously in her seat. Ashley grinned. “You like listening to me and Brian have sex?” Alyssa didn’t know, but Ashley was teasing Madison. Obviously Madison liked listening -- in fact, she liked more than just listening. “Yes I do. Just -- shush,” Madison giggled. Alyssa and Ashley both laughed. “I don’t blame ya, babe,” Alyssa shrugged. “In fact, I’m a bit jealous you get to hear them going at it every night.” “Maybe you should sleep over more often,” Madison smirked. “Is it my turn?” “Mhm,” Ashley nodded. “Okay. Since you haven’t been asked yet -- Ashley, truth or dare?” Ashley smiled confidently. “Dare.” She had a devilish look in her eye. Madison knew Ashley wanted a juicy dare to start things off. “Oooh, a dare!” Alyssa said excitedly. She put her hand on Madison’s thigh, stroking her leg softly with her fingertips. Madison thought for a moment. “I dare you --” she paused. “Ashley, I dare you to flash us your tits.” Madison immediately started giggling. Alyssa looked at Madison wide-eyed and gasped. “Madison!” “What? You don’t wanna see Ashley’s tits?” Alyssa blushed and looked at Ashley. It’s true -- Alyssa did want to see Ashley’s boobs. “Y’all ready?” Ashley said. She was already gripping the bottom of her cami with her hands. Apparently she had no issue with completing the dare. “You’re actually gonna do it?” Alyssa gasped. There was obvious excitement in her voice, and she was leaning forward towards Ashley as if to be ready to get as good a look as possible. Ashley shrugged. “I mean, she dared me to do it. A dares a dare, ain’t it?” “Exactly. So do it,” Madison said. “Let’s see some titties!” In one swift motion, Ashley pulled her cami up, revealing a lacy red bra. She immediately hooked her fingers underneath her bra and pulled that up too. Alyssa and Madison watched as Ashley’s tits dropped into view. First the left, then the right. They jiggled slightly as they fell out of Ashley’s bra. “Ho-ly. Shit.” Alyssa said. Her eyes were drinking in the sight of Ashley’s breasts. Madison bit her lip. “Are they nice?” Ashley said, still holding up her shirt and her bra. She was allowing Madison and Alyssa a good, long look. “They’re gorgeous,” Alyssa said. The sight of Ashley’s nipples standing erect atop her big, round tits immediately made her wet. She had always wanted to see Ashley’s boobs, and they certainly did not disappoint. “Agreed,” Madison said. “You’ve got a nice rack, sis.” “Well, thank you,” Ashley replied with a small smile. She lowered her bra and then her cami back down over her tits. Madison and Alyssa couldn’t help but be disappointed. “Brian certainly seems to enjoy them.” “How do you mean?” Alyssa asked. She just wanted Ashley to give more details; obviously she knew what Ashley meant. Ashley knew this, and rewarded Alyssa’s boldness in asking the question. “Oh, he just loves playing with them and sucking on them when we have sex. I have sensitive nipples so I love when he takes them into his mouth and runs his tongue all over them.” Madison thought that may have been a little too much, but Alyssa was blushing hard and very clearly turned on. Madison wondered if Alyssa was picturing what it would look like for me to be sucking Ashley’s tits as I fucked her. Probably. Madison was thinking about it, after all. Alyssa nodded. “Yeah, mine are pretty sensitive too,” she looked at Madison and grinned. “I certainly enjoy the attention Madison gives them.” Both Ashley and Madison giggled. “My turn. And since I followed through on a relatively big dare, I’m gonna ask both of you at once for my turn,” Ashley said. Alyssa and Madison both shrugged. “Fair enough.” “So. Truth or dare?” Alyssa and Madison looked at each other. “Dare.” Ashley grinned and said nothing for a second. “You both know what I’m going to dare you to do.” Both Madison and Alyssa blushed, but they both nodded. Together -- with a hint of hesitation of Alyssa -- they pulled their shirts and bras up over their tits. Ashley had seen Madison’s plenty, but Ashley knew she’d never actually get tired of seeing her sister’s boobs. This was the first time Ashley got to see Alyssa’s tits though, and while Alyssa’s tits were not as big as Madison’s or Ashley’s, they were just as gorgeous. Alyssa had small, pink nipples, and each of her breasts was a little under a handful. “Jesus Christ,” Ashley said. “Both of y’all have great tits. Holy shit.” “Thank you,” Alyssa and Madison said. Both were smiling. After letting Ashley look for another few seconds, they lowered their shirts and bras back down. “Y’know,” Ashley said. “I think we can all agree that we enjoy looking at each other’s tits, right?” Alyssa glanced at Madison before answering. “Well, yeah.” “Yes,” Madison said. “So why don’t we all just take our tops off?” “I’m down,” Madison said. “Me too,” Alyssa grinned. With that, Ashley pulled her shirt up over her head and unhooked her bra. Madison and Alyssa quickly followed suite. The girls tossed their shirts and bras on the floor in front of them. “This is pretty hot,” Alyssa said, looking around. “Like everyone having their tits out.” Clearly seeing everyone with their tits out was turning Alyssa on. “Yeah, this is great. Are your nipples hard?” Ashley asked. “Mine are.” “Very,” Alyssa said. She glanced over at Madison’s tits. “And Madison’s are too.” “Shall we continue the game?” Madison asked with a smile. “Yes, let’s keep playing,” Alyssa said. “Whose turn was it again?” They must’ve been fairly drunk to not remember that Ashley went last. But they hadn’t been focused on the game for a few moments. “I think it was mine,” Ashley said. “But first.” Ashley stood up and hooked her thumbs into her running shorts. She swiftly slid them down her thighs and kicked them off her feet before sitting back down. She was wearing just a black thong now. “Much better,” she said as she sat back down. Madison looked at Alyssa for a second before standing up and stripping down to her panties too. “Why are we doing this?” Alyssa said as she too stood up and took off her pants. “Not that I’m opposed.” “I don’t know, it just sorta feels right,” Ashley shrugged. “I mean, we’re all sitting here with our tits out. Why bother with pants?” “Works for me,” Alyssa shrugged. Madison nodded in agreement. “Right. So my turn. Hmm.” Ashley thought for a moment. “Madison, truth or dare?” “Dare,” Madison said. She hadn’t felt this exposed since she, Brian, and Ashley first started playing together. Sitting here in just her panties with no shirt or bra in front of both her girlfriend and her sister was almost overwhelming. “I dare you to grope Alyssa’s tits,” Ashley grinned. “While I watch, obviously.” “Okay,” Madison smiled. At this point, Madison remembered Ashley had been last to go, but who cares? Alyssa turned to Madison and bit her lip. Madison immediately reached over and squeezed Alyssa’s tits, holding one in each of her hands. Madison gently ran her thumb over Alyssa’s nipples, causing Alyssa to moan softly. “Oooh, she liked that,” Ashley said. “Keep rubbing her nipples, Madison.” Alyssa blushed and moaned loudly as Madison ran her thumb back and forth across her nipples. “Yeah, like that,” Ashley cooed. “You’re making her moan! Don’t stop” Madison traced her thumbs around Alyssa’s nipples, eliciting another few moans. Madison gently pinched Alyssa’s nipples, causing her to whimper and arch her back. She gripped the edge of the couch cushion as Madison’s fingers continued to tease her nipples. “Okay, that’s enough. You fulfilled the dare,” Ashley said. “You can go next, Madison.” “That was a lot,” Alyssa breathed. She was in the process of catching her breath and still recovering from Madison playing with her nipples in front of Ashley. Ashley and Madison laughed. “No kidding,” Ashley chuckled. “You certainly look like you enjoyed it though.” “It felt really good,” Alyssa nodded, biting her lip again. She was so turned on she almost couldn’t think straight. “Alright so Alyssa, truth or dare?” Madison said. “Everyone seems to be doing dares now so dare.” Madison smiled. She glanced at Ashley, who met her eyes briefly, before looking back at Alyssa. “I dare you to lick one of Ashley’s nipples.” Alyssa looked at Madison wide-eyed. “You seriously want me to lick your sister’s nipples?” “I do,” Madison said. “It’d be hot.” Alyssa bit her lip and looked at Ashley. “May I?” “Please,” Ashley smiled. She scooted over slightly and patted the space next to her. “Like I said, I love having my nipples played with.” Alyssa took a shaky breath before standing up and walking over. She struggled to walk in a perfectly straight line which made Madison giggle. Alyssa sat down next to Ashley, who leaned back a bit and puffed her chest out. She was trying to position herself so Madison would have a good view. Alyssa leaned forward and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out slightly. Slowly, she moved her head towards Ashley’s chest, incredibly excited at the idea of pleasuring Ashley sexually in some capacity. Madison watched as Alyssa’s tongue made contact with Ashley’s nipple. At first, Alyssa just sort of held her tongue against Ashley’s breast. Slowly, she began to run her tongue up and down, twirling it around. “Shit, that feels good,” Ashley moaned softly. She looked down at Alyssa, who was gazing back up at her. “That’s so hot,” Madison said softly. She had the urge to masturbate, but she restrained herself. Alyssa got a little more into, flicking her tongue up and down across Ashley’s nipple. “Oh God,” Ashley groaned. “Please don’t stop, Alyssa.” Alyssa took all of Ashley’s nipple into her mouth and sucked it gently, twirling her tongue around it and flicking her tongue back and forth, up and down. Ashley placed her hand on the back of Alyssa’s head and moaned, and Alyssa reached over and held onto the sides of Ashley’s stomach, bracing herself for support. Madison was so turned on she almost couldn’t stand it. It was overwhelming. Ashley stroked Alyssa’s hair gently as Alyssa’s tongue worked her nipple. Alyssa flicked it up and down before twirling it around. Alyssa sucked Ashley’s nipple gently, using her tongue to tease it. Ashley groaned, “Fuck, that feels so good.” Finally, after letting Alyssa tease Ashley’s nipple with her tongue for a bit longer, Madison said, “Alright, you’ve fulfilled the dare.” Reluctantly, Alyssa popped Ashley’s tit out of her mouth. She smiled at her girlfriend’s sister before standing up and walking back over to her seat. “That was really hot,” Ashley said, breathing hard. “And it felt really good.” “Yeah, that was so hot,” Alyssa agreed. After a pause, she asked, “Is it my turn now?” “Yep,” Madison said. “Alright. Ashley, truth or dare?” “Dare. I’m just always doing dares from here on out, probably,” Ashley said. “Same,” Alyssa said. “And alright. I dare you…” she trailed off for a second while she thought about what the dare should be. “I dare you to flash us your pussy.” Ashley smiled. She had no problem with that. Ashley leaned back and spread her legs open. She grabbed her panties and slowly pulled them to the side. “Holy fuck,” Alyssa breathed. “Holy fucking shit.” “Oh my God,” Madison said. The two girls looked hungrily at Ashley’s pussy. Her pretty pink lips were nicely shaved, and as usual there was a neat landing strip right above her pussy. “Good enough?” Ashley cooed, still holding her panties to the side. She could tell her audience was absolutely entranced by the sight of her sex. Ashley adored being on display like this. Alyssa whimpered softly; Madison just stared hungrily. “Yes,” Alyssa nodded. “It’s your turn now, Ashley.” Alyssa and Madison kept their eyes glued to Ashley’s crotch until her panties were back in their usual position. “I’m sorry to be so unoriginal again,”Ashley said slowly. “But I think I’d like to see your pussies -- both of you.” Alyssa blushed and looked at Madison, who returned her look and nodded. Alyssa inhaled sharply and grabbed her panties. She pulled the strip of fabric aside, revealing her pussy to Ashley and Madison. Madison then did the same, pulling her panties to the side, exposing herself in front of her girlfriend and her sister. Ashley bit her lip as she took in the sight of two gorgeous pussies. Both Alyssa and Madison kept themselves neatly trimmed. “Fuck yeah,” she said softly. “You guys are both so hot.” “Thank you,” Alyssa smiled. “Thanks sis,” Madison said. Ashley enjoyed the view for another moment before ending the dare. “Okay, that’s good. You guys fulfilled the dare,” Ashley said after a moment. “Back to you, Alyssa.” Alyssa thought for just a second. “To be honest, I don’t think I’ve seen enough of your pussy yet, Ashley.” “Is that so?” Ashley cooed. “And I bet Madison would love to see it again too, as dirty as that is,” Alyssa said. She looked at Madison who just giggled. “So what’s the dare?” Ashley asked. Alyssa looked at Ashley. “Take your panties off and spread your legs so we can see everything.” “You’re so naughty,” Ashley said softly with a smile. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly slid them down her legs and off her feet. She tossed the panties on the ground in front of her couch and slowly moved her left leg out to the side, teasing Alyssa and Madison. Carefully, she moved her right leg out to the side, completely exposing herself to her audience. “Fuck yeah,” Alyssa whispered as Ashley’s pussy came into view, completely unabstructed. She looked at Madison, who turned away from Ashley’s pussy long enough to meet Alyssa’s eyes. “Does it turn you on to look at your sister’s pussy?” Alyssa whispered. If Madison weren’t drunk, she may have feigned indifference. But that was not the case. Instead, she nodded. “Yes” Alyssa looked satisfied by Madison’s answer. “That’s so dirty.” “Is that a bad thing?” “No, definitely not,” Alyssa grinned. The two girls turned and looked back at Ashley, who still had her legs spread wide open. “How does it feel having your legs spread in front of us like that, Ashley?” Madison asked. “Amazing,” Ashley smiled. “It’s a huge turn on. And it’s your turn, I believe.” Madison turned towards Alyssa, who knew what was coming. “Truth or dare, Alyssa?” “Dare.” Alyssa didn’t even wait to hear what Madison’s dare was. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down her legs, tossing them on the ground. She spread her legs open, putting herself and her pussy on display. “Madison,” Ashley cooed. “I think you should take your panties off too.” “I agree,” Alyssa said. “We wanna see your pussy again.” Madison smiled and slid her panties off, tossing them on top of Alyssa’s. She spread her legs too, laying her right leg atop Alyssa’s left. “This is so hot,” Ashley whispered. “Is your pussy wet, Ashley?” Alyssa asked. “Mhmm,” Ashley said. She traced a finger down her slit before pulling it away slowly. A line of pussy juice extended between her body and her finger. “It looks like you guys are wet too.” “I am,” Madison said. She reached over and began stroking Alyssa’s thigh with her finger tips. Alyssa did the same to her. “Me too,” Alyssa said. “Is it my turn yet?” “I think so,” Ashley said. “Truthfully I don’t really remember, but you can just go next.” “Okay, I actually know what I wanna dare you to do already,” Alyssa said. “Great,” Ashley grinned. “What is it?” Alyssa hesitated for a second, which is surprising considering she was three big glasses of wine in, and then spoke. “I dare you to flash your asshole.” Ashley grinned. “I was wondering if you were gonna ask me to do something like that.” “You were?” Alyssa asked. “Mhm,” Ashley said. She stood up and turned her back towards Alyssa and Madison, who were both now staring at Ashley’s big, round butt. “Goddamn girl,” Alyssa said. “Now that’s an ass!” She reached over and began to play with Madison’s boob. She was mostly squeezing it, but every so often she’d brush Madison’s nipple with her finger. Ashley bent over a bit and leaned forward, bracing herself against the top of the couch, arching her back slightly. “Holy shit,” Alyssa grinned. “I’ve never gotten a good look at your butt before Ashley, but holy fuck.” “You like it?” “Fuck yeah!” Alyssa said. Madison just laughed. Ashley reached back and grabbed an asscheek with each hand. Slowly she spread her cheeks apart, giving Alyssa and Madison a perfect view of her pussy and asshole. Ashley was very clearly wet. “Oh my God,” Madison said. Seeing her sister’s asshole was the ultimate sin; Madison could not get over how dirty it made her feel. She loved it. “Fuck me,” Alyssa whispered. “I didn’t know you had a thing for assholes, Alyssa,” Ashley giggled. “I’m an ass-girl,” Alyssa said. “Therefore I like assholes.” “I mean, me too,” Ashley said. She was still spreading her buttcheeks apart. “You’re good,” Alyssa said finally. “I do have a question for you, though.” Ashley stood up straight and then turned around. She sat back down and spread her legs open again. She began to slowly trace her fingers up and down the sides of her pussy and her inner-thighs. “And what would that be?” she asked as she continued to stroke her thighs. “You ever take a cock in there?” Alyssa asked, blushing. She was asking Ashley such a dirty, vulgar question. “In my ass?” “Mhm,” Alyssa nodded. Ashley grinned. “Yes, of course. I love being fucked in the ass.” Alyssa looked at Madison. “Have you ever heard them doing anal? Like could you tell Brian was fucking her in the butt?” “Yes actually,” Madison laughed. “There have been a few times where I’m walking by her door when she moans something like ‘come in my ass’ or ‘fuck my ass’ or something like that.” “Holy shit,” Alyssa whispered. “That’s so hot.” “Yeah, it really is,” Madison admitted. “I don’t know about you guys,” Ashley said. “But I’m really horny.” “Me too,” Madison said. “My pussy has been wet this entire time, honestly.” “Mine too,” Alyssa giggled. “Would it make either of you uncomfortable if I got myself off?” Ashley asked. She had already started teasing herself with her fingertips; she was slowly running her fingers up and down her slit. “I would love to see that,” Alyssa said. “What about you, Madison? I bet you’d love to watch your sister masturbate.” Madison giggled. “I would, actually.” “You should come sit with us though,” Alyssa said. She scooted over and made room in between her and Madison. “Yeah, c’mere,” Madison said, patting the space in between her and Alyssa. Ashley walked over and sat down in between Alyssa and Madison. Each girl spread her legs such that one leg was overlapping with one of the other girls’ legs. For example, Ashley had both of her legs atop the left and right legs of Alyssa and Madison. Ashley slid her hand in between her thighs and began to rub her clit slowly, moving her fingers in a circle. Alyssa and Madison watched for a second before doing the same, sliding their hands in between their legs. As the girls began playing with themselves, the sounds of their moans filled the room. Once Ashley was really into it, she got a little bolder. She reached over with her free hand and stroked Alyssa’s inner thigh, causing Alyssa to moan. Madison placed her hand on Ashley’s thigh and delicately traced her fingertips back and forth. “Oh my God,” Alyssa moaned. She slid her fingers in her pussy and was finger-fucking herself now. The sound of Alyssa’s fingers sliding in and out of her cunt drove Ashley wild. “You’re so fucking hot, Alyssa,” Ashley groaned as she touched herself. “I can’t wait to feel you come next to me, Ashley,” Alyssa grunted. “Me too,” Madison moaned. “I’m getting close, guys,” Ashley said. She was using one hand to finger her pussy while the other was as blur on her clit. “Hey Madison?” Alyssa groaned. “Yeah?” “Do you wanna suck Ashley’s tits until she comes?” “Holy fuck. Yes.” Madison and Alyssa both shifted so that they were facing Ashley. With one hand still between their thighs, Alyssa and Madison leaned in and took one of Ashley’s nipples into their mouths. Ashley cried out as they began to flick her nipples with their tongues. They twirled their tongues all around Ashley’s nipples, making her squirm and buck her hips. “Oh my fucking God,” Ashley cried. “You guys are gonna make me come!” Neither girl stopped sucking. Alyssa moved her free hand to Ashley’s thigh and held it there softly, just inches from Ashley’s cunt. Madison did the same. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ashley cried out. Her back arched hard and her toes curled. “I’m coming! Oh my God, holy FUCK!” Ashley cried out once more as her orgasm tore through her body. Alyssa and Madison kept sucking on her nipples. As Ashley’s climax ended, Madison began bucking her hips. “Fuck,” she grunted. “I’m gonna come. Oh my God!” “Quick, Ashley, suck her tits!” Alyssa said. Ashley promptly leaned down and took Madison’s nipple into her mouth. She sucked it gently as Madison started to come. “Fuck yeah,” Alyssa said, watching Ashley suck her sister’s nipple. That sight alone was enough for Alyssa. Immediately her orgasm hit and she cried out, “Oh FUCK I’m coming!” Ashley reached behind her and held Alyssa’s leg as she had her orgasm. Once Madison finished coming, Ashley popped her tit out of her mouth and looked at Alyssa, who was squirming and bucking through the final seconds of her climax. “Fucking Hell,” Alyssa sighed. “That was incredible.” “No kidding,” Madison breathed. “I can’t believe you sucked Ashley’s nipple. And she sucked yours. Holy shit.” “It was hot,” Ashley said. “Really fucking hot.” “I’m really sleepy now,” Madison yawned. “Me too,” Alyssa said. “Do you guys wanna all sleep in the same bed together?” “Sure!” Ashley smiled. “That’d be nice,” Madison nodded. The three of them stood up and stumbled to the bathroom to brush their teeth. “Guys, I’m drunk,” Alyssa said as she collapsed onto Ashley’s bed. “Me too,” Madison giggled. Ashley crawled into bed after them. Madison was laying on her back in the middle of the bed. Alyssa had snuggled up beside her on her left side. Ashley crawled over to Madison’s right side and laid down next to her. Alyssa was cupping Madison’s left boob so Ashley cupped Madison’s right boob in her hand. Madison giggled. “Is Brian gonna care about what we did tonight?” Alyssa asked softly. “He might be sad he missed out, but that’s about it,” Ashley said. She was right about that. “Would you be okay with him joining us next time?” Madison asked. “Yeah, I don’t care,” Ashley said. “Are you guys gonna want to play with his cock?” Neither Madison nor Alyssa said anything at first. “Could we?” Alyssa asked. “Would you like to?” Ashley replied. She was smiling. “I would,” Madison giggled. “I would too,” Alyssa said. “Then sure. You guys can play with his cock as much as you’d like.” “Awesome,” Alyssa smiled. “Can’t wait,” Madison said softly, already beginning to drift off. Nobody spoke for a brief second. “Goodnight guys,” Ashley said sleepily. “Goodnight everyone,” Madison said. “Goodnight,” Alyssa said, yawning.

Female Ejaculation Techniques Understanding female ejaculation can be an exciting journey for couples looking to elevate their intimate experiences. Not every woman will ejaculate, but many find it enjoyable and fulfilling. In this post, we will explore techniques to help your partner experience female ejaculation, nurturing deeper intimacy and connection along the way. Understanding Female Ejaculation Female ejaculation is when fluid is expelled from the urethra during sexual arousal or orgasm. This fluid is typically clear and its volume can vary widely. For instance, some women may release just a few drops, while others might experience a more substantial release of up to 10 milliliters or more. Importantly, not all women will ejaculate, and that's completely normal. The goal is to create a comfortable and trusting atmosphere for exploration. Communication is Key Before diving into techniques, open and honest communication with your partner is crucial. Discuss your desires, boundaries, and comfort levels. This dialogue can help reduce anxiety and increase excitement about the experience. For example, try asking your partner what she likes or if there are areas she wants you to focus on during intimate moments. Setting the Mood Setting the right atmosphere can greatly enhance the experience. Think about using dim lighting, soft music, and creating a cozy space. Approximately 70% of women report that a relaxing environment significantly contributes to their sexual pleasure. This soothing atmosphere can help your partner unwind, making it easier for her to connect deeply with the experience. Foreplay: The Foundation Foreplay is crucial for building arousal and getting the body ready for potential ejaculation. Spend quality time kissing, touching, and exploring each other's bodies. Focus on erogenous zones, including the clitoris, breasts, and inner thighs. The more aroused your partner becomes, the higher the likelihood she may experience ejaculation. G-Spot Stimulation The G-spot, located a few inches inside the vagina on the anterior wall, is closely linked to female ejaculation. To stimulate this area, consider these techniques: Fingers : Use your fingers to apply pressure in a "come hither" motion, experimenting with different angles and rhythms. About 60% of women report that direct G-spot stimulation leads to heightened pleasure. Toys : Using G-spot vibrators specifically designed for this purpose can be very effective. Many women find that the combination of vibration and pressure leads to intense sensations. Positioning : Certain sexual positions can enhance G-spot stimulation. Positions such as doggy style or missionary with legs elevated can facilitate deeper access to this sensitive area. The Role of Relaxation Relaxation plays a key role in female ejaculation. Stress and tension can inhibit the body's responses. Encouraging your partner to engage in deep breathing or gentle massages can greatly enhance her relaxation. Studies show that women who feel at ease are 50% more likely to experience orgasm compared to those who don’t. Experimenting with Pressure Every woman is different regarding the amount of pressure needed for stimulation. Encourage your partner to guide you on what feels the best for her. Some may favor gentle touches, while others might enjoy firmer pressure. Pay attention to her cues and responses as you explore together. Incorporating Clitoral Stimulation Many women find that clitoral stimulation amplifies their pleasure and may lead to ejaculation. Combining G-spot stimulation with clitoral stimulation can create a more intense experience. This can be done manually or with the help of a vibrator. Research indicates that nearly 80% of women require clitoral stimulation to achieve orgasm. Timing and Patience Achieving female ejaculation can take time. Patience is essential, allowing your partner to enjoy the journey without feeling pressured. Focus on the sensations and encourage her to relax and embrace what she feels. More than half of women report that taking their time leads to greater overall satisfaction. Aftercare: The Importance of Connection Aftercare is a vital but often overlooked part of intimate experiences. After using these techniques, take time to cuddle, talk, and foster a connection with your partner. This helps reinforce feelings of safety and intimacy, making future experiences even more enjoyable. A Journey of Togetherness Exploring female ejaculation techniques can be a rewarding experience for couples willing to communicate and experiment. Every woman’s body is unique, and not every technique will work for everyone. The key is to create a loving environment where both partners feel comfortable exploring their desires. By focusing on communication, relaxation, and exploration, you can assist your partner in experiencing the pleasure of female ejaculation. Embrace the journey and enjoy the intimacy that comes with it.

Intimacy is a fundamental part of human relationships, yet many people find it challenging to build and maintain meaningful connections. This guide explores how to approach intimacy with respect, understanding, and care, helping you create deeper bonds that enrich your life and the lives of those around you. Understanding Intimacy Intimacy goes beyond physical closeness. It involves emotional openness, trust, and mutual respect. When two people share their thoughts, feelings, and vulnerabilities, they create a space where true connection can flourish. This kind of intimacy requires patience and willingness to be authentic. Key Elements of Intimacy Communication : Honest and open dialogue about desires, boundaries, and feelings. Trust : Confidence that each person will respect the other's limits and emotions. Vulnerability : Willingness to share fears, hopes, and imperfections without judgment. Respect : Valuing each other’s individuality and choices. How to Build Meaningful Sex Connections Building intimacy is a process that involves intentional actions and attitudes. Here are practical steps to help you foster meaningful sex connections. 1. Start with Open Communication Clear communication is the foundation of intimacy. Share your thoughts and feelings honestly, and encourage your partner or friend to do the same. Use active listening to show you value their perspective. Ask open-ended questions to understand their experiences. Express your feelings using “I” statements to avoid blame. Check in regularly to maintain connection. 2. Create a Safe Space People open up when they feel safe. Show empathy and avoid judgment. Respect boundaries and be patient if someone is not ready to share everything. Avoid interrupting or dismissing feelings. Offer reassurance and support. Be consistent in your behavior to build trust. 3. Spend Quality Time Together Shared experiences strengthen bonds. Engage in activities that both enjoy and that encourage interaction. Plan regular time for meaningful conversations. Try new activities that foster cooperation and fun. Use moments of silence comfortably to deepen connection. 4. Show Physical Affection Respectfully Physical touch can enhance intimacy when it is consensual and respectful. This includes gestures like holding hands, hugs, or gentle touches that communicate care. Always ask or read cues before initiating touch. Respect personal comfort levels. Use touch to reinforce emotional connection, not just physical desire. 5. Be Present and Mindful Being fully present helps deepen intimacy. Put away distractions and focus on the moment and the person you are with. Practice mindfulness to enhance awareness. Notice nonverbal cues like body language and tone. Respond thoughtfully rather than react impulsively. Overcoming Common Challenges Intimacy can be difficult due to past experiences, fear of rejection, or communication barriers. Recognizing these challenges helps you address them effectively. Fear of Vulnerability : Start small by sharing minor thoughts and gradually open up more. Miscommunication : Clarify misunderstandings promptly and avoid assumptions. Different Needs : Discuss and negotiate boundaries and desires openly. Examples of Building Intimacy in Everyday Life Couples : Sharing daily highlights and challenges over dinner to stay connected. Friends : Checking in regularly with honest questions about well-being. Family : Creating traditions that encourage storytelling and shared memories. Final Thoughts Meaningful intimacy enriches relationships and personal well-being. It requires effort, respect, and genuine care. By focusing on communication, trust, and presence, you can build connections that last and bring joy. Take the first step today by opening up honestly and listening deeply. The rewards of true intimacy are worth the effort.

Exploring new aspects of intimacy can bring couples closer and add excitement to their relationship. One such intimate experience involves the consumption of swallowing cum, which some find enhances connection and pleasure. If you are curious about how to make this experience more enjoyable and comfortable, this post offers practical tips based on personal stories and shared insights. Understanding the Basics Before diving into tips, it’s important to understand what swallowing cum entails. It refers to the act of consuming semen, often during oral sex. The experience varies widely depending on factors like diet, health, and personal preferences. Knowing this helps set realistic expectations and encourages open communication with your partner. Preparing for the Experience Preparation can make a big difference in comfort and enjoyment. Here are some key steps: Maintain good hygiene: Both partners should practice good hygiene to feel fresh and confident. Showering beforehand and brushing teeth can help reduce any unpleasant tastes or odors. Consider diet: What a person eats affects the taste of their semen. Foods like pineapple, citrus fruits, and parsley are known to improve flavor, while strong-smelling foods like garlic, onions, and asparagus might have the opposite effect. Stay hydrated: Drinking plenty of water helps dilute the taste and keeps the body healthy. Creating a Comfortable Environment Setting the right mood can enhance the experience significantly. Think about: Privacy: Choose a private, relaxed space where both partners feel safe and unhurried. Lighting: Soft, warm lighting can create a calming atmosphere. Mood: Play gentle music or light scented candles to help both partners feel more at ease. Communication Is Key Open and honest communication is essential. Discuss boundaries, preferences, and any concerns before engaging. This builds trust and ensures both partners enjoy the experience. Ask your partner about their comfort level. Share your feelings and preferences. Use safe words or signals if needed. Techniques and tips to Enhance Taste and Texture Some people find the taste or texture challenging at first. Here are ways to make it more pleasant: Use flavored lubricants or edible gels: These can mask or complement the natural taste. Try different positions: Some positions allow better control and comfort during oral sex. Incorporate other tastes: Eating fruits or sweets beforehand can help reset the palate. Health and Safety Considerations Safety should always come first. Semen can carry sexually transmitted infections (STIs), so consider these precautions: Get tested regularly: Both partners should know their STI status. Use protection if unsure: Condoms can be used during oral sex to reduce risks. Avoid if there are open sores or infections: This reduces the chance of transmission. Personal Stories That Inspire Many people have shared their experiences to help others feel more comfortable when eating cum. For example, one couple found that adding pineapple juice (tip) to their diet made a noticeable difference in taste, which encouraged more frequent and enjoyable encounters. Another person mentioned that focusing on relaxation and breathing helped reduce anxiety, making the experience more pleasurable. Overcoming Common Challenges Some may feel hesitant or uncomfortable at first. Here are ways to address common issues: Nervousness: Take it slow, and don’t rush. Build comfort over time. Taste concerns: Experiment with diet and flavored products. Gag reflex: Try shallow techniques and communicate openly with your partner. Final Thoughts - Swallowing Cum Exploring eating cum can be a rewarding part of intimacy when approached with care and respect. Preparation, communication, and safety are the pillars of a positive experience. By understanding the factors that influence taste and comfort, you can enhance your connection and enjoy this intimate act more fully.

"Partner Swapping: Exploring New Dimensions of Intimacy" Partner swapping is a topic that sparks curiosity and conversation among many couples seeking to explore new dimensions of their relationship. It involves consensual exchanges of partners between couples, often with the goal of enhancing intimacy and experiencing couples sex in a different way. This practice requires clear communication, trust, and mutual respect to ensure a positive experience for everyone involved. This post will guide couples through understanding partner swapping, preparing for it, and navigating its complexities with care. Understanding Partner Swapping and Its Appeal Partner swapping, sometimes called swinging, is a consensual activity where couples exchange partners for sexual or intimate experiences. It is not about replacing a partner but rather expanding the boundaries of intimacy together. Many couples find that partner swapping can: Enhance communication : Discussing desires and limits openly strengthens the relationship. Build trust : Trust grows when couples respect each other's feelings and boundaries. Add excitement : New experiences can rekindle passion and curiosity. Explore fantasies : Couples can safely explore fantasies they might not pursue alone. It is important to recognize that partner swapping is not for every couple. Success depends on emotional readiness, mutual agreement, and clear boundaries. How to Prepare for Partner Swapping Preparation is key to a positive experience. Couples should approach partner swapping thoughtfully and with respect for each other’s feelings. 1. Open and Honest Communication Start by discussing your motivations and expectations. Ask questions such as: Why do we want to try partner swapping? What are our boundaries and limits? How will we handle jealousy or discomfort? What are our safe words or signals during encounters? Writing down your thoughts can help clarify feelings and prevent misunderstandings. 2. Set Clear Boundaries Boundaries protect intimacy and emotional safety. Examples include: Which activities are allowed or off-limits? Will you swap partners only in private or also in social settings? How much information will you share with others about your relationship? Agreeing on boundaries beforehand helps avoid surprises and maintains trust. 3. Choose the Right Partners Finding compatible partners is essential. Look for couples or individuals who respect your boundaries and share similar values. Consider: Meeting in safe, neutral environments Getting to know potential partners before any intimate activity Using reputable platforms or communities dedicated to partner swapping 4. Practice Safe Sex Health and safety are critical. Discuss sexual health openly with all parties and agree on protection methods. Regular testing and honesty about any risks are necessary to protect everyone involved. Navigating the Experience of Partner Swapping Once prepared, couples can approach partner swapping with confidence. Here are practical tips for a smooth experience. 1. Start Slowly Begin with low-pressure situations such as social events or group gatherings where intimacy is optional. This allows you to observe dynamics and build comfort. 2. Stay Connected Keep communication open during and after encounters. Check in with your partner frequently to share feelings and address any concerns. 3. Respect Emotions Jealousy or insecurity can arise. Acknowledge these feelings without judgment and support each other. Remember that these emotions are natural and manageable with care. 4. Reflect Together After experiences, discuss what worked well and what could improve. Use this time to reinforce your connection and adjust boundaries if needed. Common Challenges and How to Overcome Them Partner swapping can bring challenges that couples should be ready to face. Jealousy : Address jealousy by reaffirming your commitment and discussing triggers. Communication breakdown : Prioritize honest dialogue and avoid assumptions. Social stigma : Prepare for potential judgment from others and decide how much to share publicly. Emotional imbalance : If one partner feels uncomfortable, pause and reassess your approach. Couples who navigate these challenges with patience and respect often find their relationship strengthened. The Role of Intimacy in Partner Swapping Intimacy is the foundation of any healthy relationship, and partner swapping can influence it in various ways. For some couples, sharing new experiences together deepens emotional bonds and enhances couples sex by introducing novelty and excitement. For others, it may highlight the importance of emotional connection beyond physical encounters. Maintaining intimacy means: Prioritizing your partner’s feelings Ensuring that physical experiences do not replace emotional closeness Using partner swapping as a way to explore together, not apart Final Thoughts on Partner Swapping for Couples Partner swapping offers couples a chance to explore their relationship in new ways, but it requires careful thought, communication, and respect. When approached with honesty and clear boundaries, it can enhance intimacy and bring couples closer. The key is to prioritize your relationship’s health and emotional safety above all. Exploring the Community Aspect Engaging with a community can enrich your partner swapping experience. Finding others who share your interests can provide support and insights. Online forums and local meetups can be great places to connect. Sharing stories and experiences can help you feel less isolated in your journey. Building Connections Building connections within the community can lead to friendships and shared experiences. Attend events or workshops focused on partner swapping and sexual exploration. These gatherings can foster a sense of belonging and provide valuable resources. Learning from Others Listening to others’ experiences can offer new perspectives. You might discover tips and tricks that enhance your own experiences. Plus, hearing about challenges faced by others can prepare you for potential issues in your journey. Conclusion: Embracing the Journey Partner swapping can be an exciting journey. It opens doors to new experiences and deeper connections. As you explore this path, remember to prioritize communication and trust. Embrace the journey together, and enjoy the ride... ---wix---

Pleasuring a partner with your lips and fingers can create a deep connection and intense intimacy. Many people want to improve their skills but feel unsure where to start or how to be confident. This guide offers clear, practical advice to help you understand what feels good, how to communicate, and how to build pleasure step by step. Understanding Her Body and Responses Every person’s body is unique, so the first step is to pay close attention to her reactions. Notice how she responds to different touches and movements. Use your lips and fingers gently at first, then adjust pressure and speed based on her cues. Listen to her breathing and sounds Watch for muscle tension or relaxation Ask for feedback in a caring way This approach shows respect and helps you learn what she enjoys most. Preparing for Intimate Touch Comfort and hygiene matter. Before starting, make sure your hands are clean and nails trimmed to avoid discomfort. Warm your lips and fingers by breathing on them or rubbing your hands together. This makes the touch feel more inviting. Create a relaxed environment with soft lighting or music if she likes. Setting the mood can enhance the experience and make her feel safe and cherished. Using Your Lips Effectively Lips are sensitive and versatile. They can tease, soothe, or stimulate. Here are some techniques to try: Soft Kisses : Begin with gentle, feather-light kisses around sensitive areas. This builds anticipation. Light Sucking : Apply gentle suction with your lips on spots that respond well, but avoid too much pressure. Tongue Flicks : Use the tip of your tongue to flick or trace small circles. This adds variety and can heighten sensation. Slow Licks : Glide your tongue slowly and smoothly, changing direction occasionally to keep things interesting. Remember to keep your mouth moist and avoid biting or harsh movements unless she expresses interest in more intensity. Mastering Finger Techniques Fingers offer precise control and can reach areas lips cannot. Use your fingers to explore, stimulate, and support her pleasure. Start Slow : Begin by gently tracing the outer areas with one or two fingers. Vary Pressure : Use light strokes, then gradually increase pressure based on her reactions. Rhythm and Movement : Try circular motions, tapping, or gentle thrusting. Change pace to avoid predictability. Combine with Lips : Use fingers and lips together for a fuller experience, such as kissing while fingers explore. Keep your nails smooth and your hands warm to maintain comfort. Communication and Consent Clear communication is essential. Check in with her before and during intimacy to ensure she feels comfortable and excited. Use simple questions like: “Does this feel good?” “Would you like me to try something different?” “Tell me if you want me to stop or slow down.” Respect her boundaries and preferences. Consent and mutual enjoyment create trust and make the experience more fulfilling. Building Anticipation and Connection Pleasure is not just physical; emotional connection plays a big role. Take time to build anticipation by: Exploring other erogenous zones such as the neck, ears, or inner thighs with kisses and light touches. Maintaining eye contact to deepen intimacy. Using your voice softly to express affection or encouragement. These actions create a sense of closeness that enhances physical pleasure. Tips for Practice and Improvement in pleasuring her Like any skill, pleasuring with lips and fingers improves with practice and attention. Here are some tips: Be patient and present . Focus on the moment rather than rushing. Experiment with different techniques to discover what feels best for both of you. Stay relaxed to keep your touch natural and enjoyable. Learn from feedback and adjust accordingly. Keep your hands and mouth clean to avoid discomfort or infections. Over time, you will develop confidence and a better understanding of how to please her deeply.

I was raised in the 1960s on a small farm near the town of Dozier, Alabama, a tiny rural community located in the southern part of the state, about an hour and a half south of Montgomery. Our farm was quite small, with only two cows and a handful of chickens. Because of this, my father worked a regular job at the grain processing plant located about forty minutes away in Goshen. This meant that my mother and I were responsible for the daily tasks around the house and barn, which mainly involved feeding the animals, milking the cows, and collecting eggs from the chicken coop each day. It was a relatively meager and isolated existence for the most part... our closest neighbor was over half a mile away... so I grew up rather introverted and shy, with very limited socializing opportunities outside of church and school. Every Sunday my parents drove us into Dozier for weekly services at the town’s local chantry, after which we’d always stop off at the general store to re-stock the necessary food and sundries for the house. Every weekday during the school year I’d catch the bus at the end of our long dusty driveway, then endure the tedious ride through the farms and ramshackle houses... picking up other students along the way... until we finally arrived at the schoolhouse. After school was over, I’d reverse the process... taking another dreary bus ride to get back home in the afternoon. I actually liked school... at least it was a chance to interact with other people my age. But I was quiet and very reserved, so I really didn’t have a lot of friends. I started getting a bit more attention... at least from the guys... during my freshman year in high school, once my breasts started to develop. By the time I was a sophomore, I had perky, C-cup boobs that jiggled around a lot underneath my simple clothes... filling out my dresses and sweaters nicely... and I sensed that I was beginning to turn a few more heads just about everywhere I went. I wasn’t all that pretty in the traditional sense of the word, but in those days... and in a tiny town like Dozier... decent looks and a nice body seemed to go a long way. By the end of my junior year, my breasts were even bigger... and pretty hard to miss... especially since I didn’t wear a bra very often, and I seemed to have perpetually stiff nipples creating obvious bumps in whatever dress or top I had on. I couldn’t help but notice that my classmates... and even some of the teachers... struggled to keep from staring at my wobbly chest whenever I passed them in the halls. I was still fairly diffident, and a bit of a wallflower, but I couldn’t deny that I enjoyed the attention I was getting at school... even though it was mostly sneaky and furtive stuff... like little side glances at my tits in the classroom, or guys copping a feel whenever we were out of sight of our teachers. But... even with the surreptitious ogling and occasional fondling... I was still extremely shy... and as I finished up my junior year and headed into the summer before my senior year... I still hadn’t had any real boyfriends. At that point, I wasn’t actually a virgin anymore, thanks to an older cousin that my family had visited in Lawrenceburg, Tennessee during the previous summer. We stayed at his parents’ ranch for a whole week... and on the second day we were there, he’d taken me out to their barn, bent me over a bale of hay, and fucked me from behind... promptly blasting his load of cum all over my ass cheeks and lower back... while the horses and goats simply ate their feed and ignored us. By the time my family’s visit was over five days later, he’d fucked me at least once every day we were there... some days two or three times... usually in the barn... but sometimes out in the woods, or behind the tool shed, or sprawled out on the picnic table in their back yard while our parents were running errands in town. In retrospect, he didn’t really know what he was doing... and, to be fair, neither did I... but, by the third time he fucked me, I have to admit... I really enjoyed it... and found myself eagerly looking forward to the next opportunity we’d find to do it again. After that trip to Tennessee, I was kind of intrigued by the whole ‘sex thing’, but was a bit reticent to fully embrace it... I was still a demure and bashful girl, with limited social skills... and being isolated on my family’s farm didn’t really provide many opportunities to change that. As I headed into the summer after my junior year... all that changed. Earlier... in the spring of that year... a new preacher, Rev. Turner, had taken over as pastor of the local church near Dozier. He appeared to be in his mid-forties, with a wife... and a son, named Adam, who was about my age... maybe a year, or two, older. I had met them all briefly following services on the first Sunday after they arrived... but it had been a big social event for the town, so I didn’t get to talk much with any of them in the moment. And, since Adam was home-schooled by his mother, he wasn’t in any of my classes, or on the school bus I rode every day.... so, I really never even caught sight of him, except for occasional glimpses during Sunday services. The new reverend made a pretty big splash in the community gossip mill. I heard several of the local women... including my mother... whispering about how attractive he was, as they huddled in little chattering clusters outside the church after services were over each week. In those days rural vicars would typically spend most of their time preaching on weekends, then traveling around to the various farms and homesteads during the week... meeting with members of their congregation... offering camaraderie, spiritual guidance, and... most importantly... trying to convince people to attend services on Sunday to increase the weekly donations to the church. It was a fairly common, albeit old-style, tradition in rural Alabama and other sparse southern parishes, and no one really gave it much thought. So, starting that spring, the new pastor began swinging by various farmhouses throughout the area during the week... our place was on his circuit every Wednesday afternoon around lunchtime.... while I was still at school and my father was at his job in Goshen. My mother occasionally commented about how nice it was for the preacher to go out of his way making house-calls with members of his flock... and I noticed that Wednesdays seemed to become her happiest day of the week during that spring. But, I was pretty self-focused at the time, and I really never paid her much attention. I graduated with my junior class just as the summer temperature was heating up the deep south... just like it did every year... and I enthusiastically looked forward to several months of unstructured freedom before my senior year of high school started up again the following autumn. The first Wednesday after my summer vacation began, my mother reminded me that the new preacher was coming by that afternoon... like he did every week... and added that he was bringing his son with him to visit our little farm. She couldn’t really explain why Adam was coming, too, but said that with school being recessed until fall, the pastor probably liked to take his son along when he visited his parishioners, so his son could socialize with others close to his own age. She encouraged me to put together a picnic lunch that Adam and I could share... and suggested I take him through the woods behind our house, out to my favorite spot by the big pond on the north edge of our twelve-acre property. I didn’t really know Adam all that well, so I wasn’t sure I wanted to share my favorite spot with him. With a frown on my face, I groused, “Why do we have to go all the way out to the pond? Can’t we just eat it out on the back porch, or something?” She said, “It’s a gorgeous, hot summer day, Analynn... the walk through the woods will do both of you good... maybe wading in the pond would be a nice way to cool off, too.” I had to admit... that did sound nice... especially since the intense summer heat had already settled in... and finding ways to stay cool was always a challenge in south Alabama. So, I grudgingly agreed that having a picnic lunch by the pond might actually be a good idea. My mother helped me make the sandwiches for my lunch with Adam... finishing up just about the time they rolled up to our house in the reverend’s eight-year-old Ford Pinto. After cheerful re-introductions and a few pleasantries, my mother poured glasses of sweet iced tea for her and Rev. Turner, and they sat at the kitchen table, grinning and gossiping... while Adam and I headed off down the path behind our house toward the pond. I was wearing a simple, light-weight cotton sundress... with a pair of old sneakers on my feet for comfort. In an attempt to stay as cool as possible, my dress was unbuttoned a few buttons, and I wasn’t wearing a bra... so my tits wobbled a bit when I walked... and my nipples poked little bumps in the thin material of my dress. I could tell Adam had noticed... since I’d already caught him staring at my chest on several occasions, as we began our hike through the woods behind the house. As we strolled next to each other on the trail to the pond, chatting amiably as we went, I found that I really liked Adam. He was a little bit older than me... kind of charming and funny... and, to be honest... very good-looking, just like his father. I don’t think he played on any of the local sports teams, but he looked fairly athletic... with broad shoulders, well-muscled arms, and a narrow waist... and had an engaging energy about him that I found almost intoxicating. By the time we arrived at the pond, I realized that... amidst my nervous shyness and timidity... I was actually quite captivated by him. We found a clearing by the water’s edge, and Adam spread out the blanket we’d brought along, while I started pulling out the sandwiches and soda from the picnic basket my mother and I had prepared. When I was done doing that, I stood up and took an appreciative look around at the beautiful picturesque setting we’d chosen for our lunch... and was totally caught by surprise when Adam stepped up behind me... reached around to the front of my dress... and grabbed my tits with both hands. My eyebrows shot up, as I looked over my shoulder, and stammered, “W-wait... w-what... Adam... what are you doing?” Massaging my soft breasts, he murmured into my ear, “I couldn’t wait to get you alone so I could get my hands on these gorgeous boobs.” I attempted to resist, but realized it was half-hearted, at best. So after a moment, or two, I giggled... then closed my eyes and rested my head against his chest... letting myself simply enjoy the euphoric sensations of having my sensitive tits squeezed and fondled. As he whispered little compliments into my ear, he unbuttoned the top of my dress further, and reached inside... pulling my breasts out, then releasing them, so he could watch over my shoulder as they swayed and bounced around in front of me. Grinning salaciously, he grabbed them again... squeezing and pressing them together... like soft, fleshy stress balls... making my thick nipples stick out even further than usual. He playfully pulled and pinched each nipple... causing me to moan and mumble about how good it felt... as they grew even stiffer between his fingers and thumbs. Oh, my God... I loved it! I squirmed slightly, and quietly mewled, as I relished his strong hands kneading my pillowy boobs, and tweaking my rock-hard nipples. For the moment, our lunch was forgotten. I didn’t have to reach between my legs to know that my pussy was already moist... and my mind drifted quickly to wondering what Adam was packing inside his shorts... and how badly I wanted to check it out. Adam turned me around to face him, and we kissed... my first ever passionate, tongue-filled kiss... as he finished unbuttoning the front of my dress. He pulled it off my shoulders... shoved it down past my hips.... then let it drop around my ankles, where I kicked it off toward the edge of the blanket, along with my sneakers. I stood there... naked, except for my white cotton panties... as he continued to play with my tits for a while... then took one of my hands and pressed it against the growing bulge between his legs. He encouraged me to rub and massage it, as it continued expanding to my touch... creating an obvious tent inside his shorts. I didn’t really need much coaxing... I squeezed and stroked the growing lump in his shorts... enjoying the feeling of his thick, throbbing hard-on responding to my playful ministrations. I giggled when Adam unzipped his fly... reached inside, and pulled out his stiffening cock... then put my hand back onto his engorged prick... moving my hand up and down the shaft, until I began stroking his stiff boner on my own. My breath caught when I glanced down at the long, thick erection sliding back and forth in the palm of my hand. It was quite a bit bigger than I’d expected... much bigger than my cousin’s, which was really the only other one I’d seen... and I was absolutely mesmerized... I couldn’t take my eyes off it. As I caressed his growing hard-on, I glanced at his face, and noticed that his eyes were focused on my jiggling breasts. With a glazed look in his eyes, and an appreciative smile on his face, he leaned down and sucked my nipples into his warm, wet mouth... one after the other. Holy shit, that felt good! Adam’s tongue and teeth teasing my nipples were causing butterflies to ripple through my torso. I moaned even louder, as I continued stroking his rigid pole, and rubbing its bulbous tip against my clit and labia through my soaking wet panties. While still toying with my nipples in his mouth, Adam used both hands to pull my panties down to my knees... mumbling, “Oh, my God, Analynn... your panties are soaking wet!”... then resumed fondling my breasts with one hand, while running the fingers of his other hand back and forth along the moist slit between my pussy lips. I blushed, and giggled some more... then let out a soft whimper, as his fingers found my swollen clitoris... and began rubbing tight circles around it. I spread my legs a little further, and relished the warm, tingly sensations emanating from my completely drenched pussy, as Adam perfectly teased and massaged my distended button. Oh, my God... this was so much different than my experience with my cousin! I think I surprised both of us when I suddenly caught my breath, and my legs began to tremble. I let out a guttural moan... and creamed all over Adam’s probing fingers... as a delicious orgasm erupted between my thighs. He chuckled... as he released my throbbing nub, then stuck two fingers inside my slippery wet vagina... sliding them in and out... again and again and again... while I wallowed in the lingering pleasure of my unexpected climax. My mind was jumbled, and my breathing came in gasps... for a few seconds, I thought I might actually pass out! I spread my legs even farther to give him better access, and closed my eyes... then grabbed the back of his head and held his face tight against my soft boobs... relishing his lips and tongue pulling on my rock-hard nipples, while he continued to finger-blast my soaking wet cunt. After a few more minutes, with his fingers sliding in and out of my exposed pussy, I let out a yelp... as another overwhelming orgasm crashed through my entire body. “Holy shit, Adam... that’s incredible... yeah... keep going... yeah... right there... right th... ooooohhhh, fuck, that feels good.” I never really swore much growing up, but in the moment, the expletives were pouring out of me, as I savored the intoxicating ecstasy cascading over my body like a rhapsodic waterfall. With Adam helping to keep me upright on wobbly legs... I cursed and twerked my hips... reveling in my second incredible climax in about five minutes. Once my orgasm had faded away a bit, Adam helped me pull my panties the rest of the way off, and I used my foot to flip them over by my dress and sneakers. Then he unsnapped his shorts... and I helped him push them down to his ankles, so he could kick them over by my pile of clothes near the edge of the blanket. He smiled mischievously as he leaned down for a kiss, then... with his lips locked onto mine... he grabbed my ass with both hands, and lifted me up. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his lower back... as he lined up the tip of his rigid cock with my pussy opening... then lowered my dripping wet snatch down onto his stiff, throbbing hard-on. I broke our kiss and let out a hoarse groan into his ear, as his wide, round penis head entered my vagina... easily slipping between my drenched labia... then slowly sliding into my feverish cunt. Adam began bouncing me on his erect pole... shoving his thick prick further and further into my pussy with every one of my downward lunges. Oh my God, that felt fantastic! I closed my eyes, then locked my lips onto Adam’s again... as he continued to buck me up and down on his steely shaft... slamming his stiff boner in and out of me... again and again and again... my fleshy boobs squashed against his chest, and my swollen clit rubbing deliciously against the base of his thick rod. It didn’t take long before another earth-shattering orgasm ripped through my body... causing my legs to shake again, as I hooked one ankle over the other behind his lower back, and clung fervently to his thrusting butt cheeks. I threw my head back and let out a raspy moan, as my latest climax coursed through me like an ocean wave crashing on the beach. At about the same time, Adam let out several grunts... then caught his breath... and rammed his hips up into my pussy... blasting stream after stream of hot, creamy jizzm all over the walls of my overflowing cunt. He pumped his entire load into me... then continued to bounce me up and down on his cock... even after his nutsack was empty... causing gobs of cum to leak out from around his veiny shaft, and drip onto the ground between his feet. Then... when he finally stopped, we stayed like that for a few more minutes... Adam holding me up with his hands under my butt... his rock-hard prick still shoved deep inside my vagina... and my quivering legs still wrapped around his hips... as we both gasped for air and savored our lingering orgasms. When we both finally caught our breath, we started laughing... causing even more semen to leak out from around his cock... trickling out of my cunt, and dripping onto the ground beneath my ass. With his strong hands still squeezing my cheeks, and my pussy still impaled on his stiff erection, Adam walked us both into the pond... then abruptly pulled his cock out of my snatch, and dropped me into the cool, crystalline water. We laughed and splashed around for a while... squeezing and nudging each other all over... grabbing handfuls of boobs, cock and ass cheeks... as we waded waist deep in the fading remnants of our incredible climaxes. After skinny dipping and clowning around for a while, I climbed out of the pond and sprawled on the blanket we’d laid out earlier... letting the heat of the mid-day sunshine dry my blushing skin. I laid on my back... propped myself up on my elbows behind me... and watched Adam fooling around in the water... his big, semi-hard cock bouncing around between his legs, and slapping against his thighs, until he was ready to come join me onshore. As he walked out of the waist-deep water, his young man’s body slowly... sensually... revealed itself... first his flat stomach... then his narrow hips... followed by his gorgeous cock... which, to my delight, was rock-hard again, and sticking straight out in front of him. I smiled to myself, feeling totally hypnotized, as I just gaped openly at his raging hard-on. It was fully erect... with a slight upward curve to the shaft... and a wide, bulbous head that appeared to throb in anticipation, as it swayed and wobbled between his legs. As he sauntered out of the pond, I grinned... looked directly into his captivating eyes... and spread my legs so he could see my exposed pussy... then, shook my shoulders slightly, to make my boobs sway back and forth a little on my chest. Smiling impishly, Adam’s eyes darted back and forth between my pink, gaping snatch... and my firm, jiggling tits... as he made his way over to me. I spread my thighs even further, then shifted my eyes back to his thick, veiny prick... hard as a rock... and trembling with anticipation, as he stepped onto the edge of the blanket. Without saying anything, Adam knelt between my legs... pulled my knees up over his shoulders... then grabbed his swollen cock with one hand... and lined it up with my totally drenched pussy. I kept my elbows propped up behind me for support, and let Adam do what he wanted... watching his eyes, as he stared down at my quivering boobs... while shoving his thick boner into my dripping wet snatch. I let out a raspy moan as he entered me... rocking his hips, and plowing his straining erection into my cunt as far as it would go. He hammered away between my legs... jolting my body with every thrust... and causing my tits to bounce up and down on my chest... over and over and over... slapping into my chin with every one of his powerful lunges. My God, that felt amazing! I arched my back as another intense climax began to build between my legs. Grunting and mumbling about how great it felt, I grabbed Adam’s hips, and pulled him harder into my crotch... grinding my engorged clitoris against the base of his thick cock. It didn’t take long before I erupted... again... another barrage of warm, tingly pleasure surging through my body... as I creamed all over his thrusting hard-on. As I was enjoying the height of my latest orgasm, Adam suddenly caught his breath... slammed his boner into me several times... then pulled it out, and jerked it off with his hand... blasting rope after rope of splooge all over my stomach and boobs. I let out a squeal, as some of his semen missed my tits altogether, and splattered onto my chin. Laughing, I exclaimed, “What the fuck, Adam?... you’re making a mess!” But, even as I teasingly lamented the gobs of cum he’d sprayed all over me, I had to admit... it felt warm, and creamy... and sexy. I rubbed some of it around on my stomach and tits, while Adam shove his still- hard erection back into my pussy, and continued sliding it in and out, as he enjoyed the fading remnants of his recent climax. After catching our breath again, we jumped back into the pond... washed off all the cum from my tits and tummy... then climbed out, and sprawled... naked... on the blanket... devouring our sandwiches and sipping Coca Cola, while drying off in the blazing hot sun. The following Wednesday, my mother suggested another picnic lunch with Adam, and I readily agreed... enthusiastically putting together a basket with sandwiches and soda... just like the last time. When Adam arrived, we grabbed the picnic basket and a blanket, then started down the dirt path through the woods... heading toward the pond again... while my mother and the reverend sat at the kitchen table sipping iced tea, just like the previous week. But this time, we didn’t even make it to the pond before Adam had me bent over at the waist... my shorts and panties pulled down to the middle of my thighs... and my hands resting on the trunk of a tree for support. With my tank top pushed up to my chin, and my heavy breasts flopping around beneath me, Adam pounded his beautiful hard-on in and out of my sloppy wet pussy from behind until I could barely stand up. After we both had incredible orgasms, and Adam’s nutsack was finally empty... he slowly pulled his still-hard dick out of my vagina... causing gobs of cum to drip from my twat onto the dirt between our feet. We straightened our clothes... then continued down the path to the pond, where we spread out our blanket on the grassy shoreline. We playfully pulled each other’s clothes off... grabbing and fondling whatever we could get a hold of... then jumped into the water to cool off. When we climbed out a few minutes later, we ate our lunch... then fucked again on the blanket... that time with me straddling his hips, and bouncing up and down on his impossibly stiff hard-on. When our lunch was gone, and Adam’s spent cock was finally soft again, we made our way back to my house, where we could see my mother and Rev. Turner through the back porch window as we approached the rear of the house... sitting at the kitchen table... drinking glasses of sweet iced tea and chatting.. almost like they hadn’t even moved since Adam and I left for the pond with our picnic basket. Those Wednesday visits by the preacher and his son became a weekly event that I looked forward to with every fiber of my being. Adam had aroused something inside me that I’d never felt before... and I couldn’t wait to get him up to our spot by the pond every time he and his father came to visit. One day... about six weeks after Adam and I had started fucking by the pond every week... the reverend and his son arrived... just like every other Wednesday. And, just like every other time they came to the house... Adam and I grabbed a blanket and a picnic basket, and headed for the pond. Once we had the blanket spread out, we quickly took off each other’s clothes... with Adam fondling and kissing my breasts, while I eagerly stroked his nearly erect dick... just like every other week that summer. After a few minutes, Adam was lying on top of me... perched between my legs... caressing my breasts, and sliding his thick, rigid boner in and out of my sloppy wet pussy... when it suddenly began to rain. It caught us totally by surprise! We both jumped up, and began scrambling around, while getting pelted by the unexpected downpour. Adam quickly climbed into his shorts and shirt... trying desperately to tuck his huge, unyielding hard-on into his shorts, so he could pull up his zipper. He grabbed the blanket and picnic basket off the ground, while I pulled on my sundress and sneakers... then followed him down the path toward my house... trying with moderate success to control my flailing boobs so I could button up my top as we ran. When we got to the house, we stepped onto the porch... under the eaves, and out of the rain... giggling and looking at ourselves... completely drenched by the surprise summer shower we’d just run through. Something caught my eye through the back porch window, and I realized I could hear groaning and other sounds coming from inside the house. I shushed Adam... then pointed to what I was seeing. Looking through the window by the back door... we had a clear view into the kitchen... and saw my mother... lying on the kitchen table, with her legs spread wide... clearly getting fucked by Rev. Turner. In a hushed whisper, I exclaimed, “Holy shit, Adam... do you see what I see?” Standing behind me, and watching everything over the top of my head, he whispered into my ear, “Yeah... I guess they didn’t hear us when we ran onto the porch.” Then he chuckled and said, “You know they do this every week, right?” I looked over my shoulder... aghast... and exclaimed in a hushed voice, “No way!” Then I looked back through the window, and added, “Every week... like, since y’all moved here?” He grinned and said, “Yeah... pretty much... it’s one of the perks of his weekly visits to his flock.” Staring through the window, I was completely mesmerized, as the two of us stood there... watching my mother lying on her back, with her eyes closed... her heavy breasts swaying back and forth on her chest... her stiff nipples floating on her fleshy boobs like bobbins on rough water... while Adam’s father stood between her legs, slamming his stiff hard-on in and out of her drenched pussy... again and again and again... both of them grunting in rhythm with every one of his powerful thrusts. I could see where Adam got his huge cock from... his father’s was about the same size... maybe even a little bigger... and it appeared to be having the same effect on my mother as Adam’s dick always had on me. Still watching from behind me, Adam unzipped his shorts... then grabbed my hand and put it on his stiff boner, whispering, “I didn’t get to cum earlier, so I’m still hard as a rock.” I giggled quietly... then, without taking my eyes off my mother’s thrashing tits and Rev. Turner’s pumping prick... I reached behind me and started stroking Adam’s erection... running my hand up and down the growing shaft... the tip of his feverish dick banging enticingly against my thigh. After a few moments, Adam’s cock was fully erect, and throbbing impatiently in my hand... as he bent me over, and flipped the hem of my dress up onto my lower back. I grabbed the back of a chair on the porch for support, while Adam slid my panties down to my knees... then I spread my legs and positioned his rigid pole at the opening to my already wet vagina. With both of us still watching our parents fucking on the kitchen table, Adam leaned forward, and shoved his raging hard-on balls-deep into my totally drenched pussy. He unbuttoned my dress half-way... allowing my boobs to spring free, and swing back and forth beneath my chest. Adam rocked his hips and pounded his cock in and out of my cunt from behind... while reaching around to fondle and squeeze my dangling tits. Our parents were positioned on the table in a way that they couldn’t really see us on the porch, but since the rain had stopped, we knew we needed to stay quiet... so, I put my hand over my mouth, as I let out a low, soft, keening moan... while pushing my butt backward into every one of Adam’s urgent forward thrusts. As we watched... transfixed... Rev. Turner pulled my mother’s legs up over his shoulders... then reached up and grabbed her soft, bouncing boobs, as he continued to hammer his stiff boner in and out of her gaping snatch like a piston. I could hear my mother’s grunts and moans of pleasure, as she closed her eyes and arched her back... reveling in the powerful thrusts between her legs from the preacher’s straining erection. After a few moments, I saw my mother... with her eyes still closed... reach between her legs with one of her hands, and begin frantically rubbing her swollen clitoris with a couple of fingers. Her moaning got louder... and her head rocked slowly back and forth... as the reverend’s forceful lunges, and her own kneading fingers, pushed her closer and closer to an imminent climax. I had started playing with my clit after the family trip to Tennessee, so when I saw my mother rubbing her engorged button... I giggled, and did the same thing... reaching between my legs and caressing my own distended nub... while Adam held my hips and continued railing my pussy from behind. Oh, my God... I loved it! I mewled quietly... a tingly, warm sensation blossoming beneath my probing fingers, as I massaged and tweaked my engorged clitoris. With Adam’s cock slamming in and out of my cunt like a jackhammer... and my fingers rubbing my trembling clit between my legs... I could feel an intense, overwhelming orgasm building up inside me. In a tremendous coincidence that I’ll never be able to explain, I saw my mother suddenly catch her breath and let out a guttural moan... then found myself doing the same thing... as a powerful, leg-shaking climax coursed through her body at almost the exact same time my own incredible orgasm coursed through mine. As I moaned softly, and grunted from Adam’s thick cock pumping away from behind me, I watched the preacher grab my mother’s hips... slam his hard-on into her pussy as far as it would go... then hold it there for a second... before pulling it out and ramming it back in again. After doing that a few more times, he let out a low, hoarse groan... and spewed a load of warm, creamy jizzm deep inside my mother’s cunt. A few strokes later, I felt Adam release my tits.... grab my hips... and shove his rigid pole deep inside my sodden snatch... muffling his own groans, as he held it there... then exploded... blasting gobs of spunk all over the walls of my dripping wet vagina. Gasping for air... and trying desperately to stay quiet... Adam kept sliding his boner in and out of my pussy... spraying a few more spurts of cum inside me... as we continued spying on our parents through the window... watching the reverend slow the pace of his rocking hips, while he and my mother struggled to catch their breath. A few moments later, my mother pulled the preacher’s still-erect prick out of her pussy... pushed herself off the table... then squatted down in front of him... her heavy breasts swaying back and forth on her chest. With drops of cum trickling out of her snatch onto the floor between her legs... she sucked his slimy dick into her mouth, cleaning off the glistening shaft with her lips and tongue. I was stunned! Not just because my mother was getting fucked by the local preacher... but to see her suck his cock into her mouth... especially after he’d blasted a load of cum inside her pussy... was just something I totally didn’t see coming. Smiling to myself, I decided I wanted to try that with Adam the next time we fucked by the pond. Seeing that our parents were done fucking, Adam and I quickly... and quietly... put ourselves back together... adjusting my dress back into place, and shoving Adam’s spent cock back into his shorts. Then, since it had stopped raining, we quietly stepped off the porch and walked back through the woods for a while to give our parents a chance to clean themselves up before we “got back from our picnic”. After several minutes, we returned to the house... noisily clomping on the porch, and stepping through the back door... to find Rev. Turner and my mother sitting blissfully at the kitchen table, smiling and sipping on iced tea as they chatted. After that day, every time the preacher came to visit my mother, Adam and I would head out to the woods to fuck... and sometimes we’d sneak back to the house a little earlier than usual, and watch through the window as the pastor fucked my mother... usually on the kitchen table... but sometimes standing up against the wall, or lying on the sofa in the living room. I never mentioned to my mother that I knew about her and Rev. Turner... because, selfishly, I didn’t want to stop seeing Adam every week. It was a tremendous summer... one that I’ll always remember as one of my best, ever... but it ended rather suddenly about two weeks before I headed back to school for my senior year. News got around town that Rev. Turner was caught fucking one of the other wives in our farm community when her husband came home early from work and found them going at it in their bed. It turned out that he’d been screwing several other wives on his weekly visits to his congregation... not just my mother. The preacher and his family left town in a hurry a few days later, and... sadly... I never saw Adam again. That was a long, long time ago. I ended up having a few real boyfriends that final year of high school... then headed off to college on a scholarship to Florida State University, in Tallahassee. After graduating, I got a job in downtown Chicago. I’ve had many relationships with many guys over the years... but the memories from that summer back home in Dozier are still my favorite. I don’t know if Adam was just that good at fucking me... or maybe it’s just the idea of my lost innocence in the backwoods of the deep south... but one thing I’m sure of: nobody else has ever made my pussy as wet... or made me cum as much... as every time I got fucked by the preacher’s son. Best fuck ever.

True Erotic Stories Here I am sitting on a plane heading to Chicago and then connecting to a commuter to Iowa. Why, Im heading to see a friend (and occasional lover) for 2 nights. I’m not sure even if we are going to do anything so much has happened in the 4 years since we last saw each other. I do have a marriage and 3 grown kids so again, what am I doing…. A bit of explanation is in order… Linda and I met over 40 years ago while she was a Senior in High School and I was just starting College with her then boyfriend Ken. We never even thought of each other as dating material, we were more a brother/sister to each other. You see, my biological sister and I aren’t close (I haven’t seen her in over a decade) and Linda is an only child. She went on to marry Ken (I was in their wedding) and after a few years of his working as a tech. and going to school Ken got his degree and moved to Iowa to pursue his career. I met and married my wife before they moved (and I graduated) and we were friends with occasional evenings out for pizza. After we both had several kids we kept talking about our lives by phone (remember, this was pre-Internet days) and she mentioned she was coming back to town to see relatives. One thing led to another and we ended up meeting in Indiana before I rode back with her to Ohio. Even though we didn’t decide in advance to jump in bed together, it did happen. I was her 2nd man ever. Linda was a virgin when she married due to some medical issues concerning how small her vaginal opening was so she hadn’t slept with any other man. I was safe (already having been “fixed”) and my number of partners could still be counted on the fingers of 1 hand. We were experimenting as much as having a deep relationship and the night was glorious. Well, living a time zone away restricted our meetings to once every few years so most of the time we still served as a brother and sister as our life unfolded (You know the times when you needed to vent about your spouse, we were the pressure relief valve for each other). I eventually moved to Arizona for work and to be near my parents so it was even further distance and I relegated our “visits” to the past. That stayed that way for many years… Then about 4 years ago I had a business trip over to Atlanta and I could route myself thru Chicago and spend a day or two there. I mentioned it to Linda and she thought she could take a day or two there as well. We did that and spent about 36 hours exploring each other’s bodies for what I suspected would be our the last time. After all I was retiring in a year or two and would not be typically travelling alone. A 60 year old that came 4 times and thought “what a way to have our last fling”. Well the best laid plans didn’t work out and 5 years later I’m still working and Linda divorced Ken. We don’t need to go into details about the divorce other than to confirm that I was not part of that split. Now up to today… I have a business trip again and extended it by 2 days. Using frequent flyer miles, I routed myself through Iowa. Linda and I had only seen each other at her younger son’s wedding 2 years ago and of course we were on our best behavior. I really didn’t know if we would still have a spark and honestly I wasn’t sure if she had reached a point where men in her bed were going to be part of her life anymore. Linda did try a relationship after being single but it didn’t work out due to health issues and she is both disappointed and independent now. Well I texted her when I landed at ORD and confirmed my arrival in Iowa about 2 hours later. There were no delays and I arrived, waited for my bag and then sent her another note that I was heading to the curb. Well, about 2 minutes later she drove up, got out and we hugged, throwing my bag in the back and climbed in. Some small talk kept us going until we got to her condo. The two of us went up the steps from the garage into her hallway and to the kitchen. I dropped my bag in a corner and she started the “tour” of her place. It wasn’t too big but quite comfortable for what she needed. Upstairs were the bedrooms where she had a job for me; to install a light kit on a fan she had put up a few weeks before. Before I saw that I was shown her bedroom with a king size bed and the bath on the other side of the room. We started over to see the bath and Linda turned around and kissed me. It wasn’t a “welcome to my home” type; more like a “I need a someone now” with tongue and sucking. It lasted almost a minute and I had a reaction as you might expect. My hands wandered down to her butt and fondled her cheeks while her hand moved to brush my crotch. I had to move my hand up as well to her boobs and softly hold them. This reminded me of a “Big Bang Theory” episode at the end of Season 5. It’s the one where both Lenard and Penny were thinking about dating and separately were introduced (or reminded of) Schroeder’s Cat. Briefly, this example is to explain to Penny that until they try out the relationship, there is no way to know if it will be good or bad, alive, or dead. On the episode, the 2 of them kissed and Penny said “Alright, the cat’s alive, let’s go… ”. That felt the same way this time for us. We eventually broke apart as she really did show me the rest of her place. I figured the spare bedroom would remain spare for us and we ended up back in her room. Another kiss next to her bed and our hands were all over each other. I slipped my hands under her top and fondled her breasts and lifted the bra up so they were directly in my hands. Linda had really firm breasts; they still seem to be asset of a 15 year old. She wears a bra for modesty, not support. They are about 34 C so I can easily get most of them in my mouth which I wanted very badly. She was busy too getting her hand between my legs and rubbing my erection to full size. This led to me pulling her top off and her getting my last buttons undone, sliding my shirt off. I for a moment just hugged her feeling her firm breasts pushing into my chest. She kept at it undoing my belt and sliding my zipper down to get better access to my equipment. The pants fell and I did the same on her so we were standing with only a bit of under wear and shoes still on. She reached over to the bed and pulled the covers down, plopping the 2 of us on the sheets. We pulled off the shoes and shorts and we both had nothing but a smile on. Her mouth was all over mine sucking both lips and tongue which is something that I had never seen in her before. In our past, she was a tender kisser, and love making was quite conservative, missionary style. Now I had a wild woman all over me which I loved. I eventually worked my way down to her breasts and started sucking. I remember they were sensitive so I didn’t bite or suck too hard but even then she wanted me to go easy on them. I headed back up to kiss some more and my hand wandered between her legs. I lightly rubbed her clitoris and even deeper inside and she started growling, at least that is the only word I can come up with. It seemed a turn-on so I kept doing that and she keep encouraging me on. And of course she had her hands on by dick keeping it hard. After several minutes she broke free a bit and said I have a magic cream to use and got up on her dresser and came back with a cream that was so slippery on her hands over my most sensitive parts. So between my fingers and hers, we were so wet and hard it was difficult to keep from jumping her bones right then. I held out and was in another world while I kept keeping that growl coming from her as well. After what was probably too short a time she moved around and it was obvious she wanted my hard member inside. I moved over her and it slipped in so easily even though she is still tight, and that is with 2 births under her belt. Every part of me was being squeezed as I moved in and out. 10 strokes, then 20 and 30, I already was ready to burst. No matter how I tried to extend my endurance the cream and her glove like body did its thing and I felt the fluids building up inside. Once I hit that point it’s no stopping my body in its job, to do what it can to impregnate the woman I’m inside no matter what we have done to prevent that (and that doesn’t include our age). One spurt, then another, I was fucking Linda with no holding back. After 4 years she was sharing her body and we both loved it. After a way too short a time I slipped out of her. Guess the ol’ dick doesn’t stay hard as long after cumming as before. We snuggled for a bit and by then it was almost dinner time. She had a steak place where she wanted to go so I took a shower while she “cleaned up” as Linda put it since her mess was “inside”. I was hungry so the steak tasted great and to top it off she paid. Guess women’s lib got all the way up the age range. Knowing that a part of me was still inside her kept my sexual interest and I had a bit of a hard dick throughout. We headed back to her condo and once settled in started making out on her couch. I had my hand up under her top again and she was massaging my crotch while having a session sucking on each other’s mouth. Ten, maybe fifteen minutes passed and she suggested we head upstairs. Well my dick was already pushing against my pants so it would feel much better to release it. Actually I was a bit surprised it was so hard again, in the last several years I’ve only cum once in a night. We got to her room and had a bit more orderly disrobing as we watch each other slide off everything and met under the covers. She had already gotten that “magic cream” out and her hand headed right for my most sensitive spots while I moved in on her boobs. We were already turned on so it came as a surprise when she said “I’ve learned a few things since last time I saw you” and proceeded to start sucking my dick. She had been very conservative in sex in the past so that had never happened before. Her tongue was quite skilled even if she had not that much practice and I just laid there with nothing in the world mattering except the spot between my legs. After several minutes she came up and asked if I liked that. I could only nod in approval as my senses were still recovering. Once I could get active I tried to reciprocate by nudging down to her waist but she held me up from doing that. I guess somethings are still a bit too far out for her to accept. After several more minutes I went to enter her again but I wasn’t quite hard enough so we kept up with the foreplay until I was solid again and pumped into her again. It took a while longer and she came at least twice before I shot my load. That totally spent anything I had and I think she was as well as we fell asleep in each other’s arms in just a few minutes. Morning came and we still were spent so after some showers we headed out for breakfast and parts for her fan. That afternoon I did several of those odd jobs a “guy” does around the house and we had an early dinner before she headed out for a couple hours to be with her grandkids. When she returned I had recovered from our “activities” of the past night and we shared some time on her coach once more. Once she had me hard again we did head upstairs again and got naked. This time she had some ideas that included making me so completely satisfied that I’d have nothing left in me. I did finger her to that growl again several times as her hands did their task. Once she seemed to have cum several times (not so explosive an orgasm but more a continuing pleasant stretched out contractions) she sat up and got both of her hands working on my dick. It was already hard and I had every intention on entering her but she just seemed to continue to rub and massage my balls. I kept getting closer and closer and I even said I want to be inside you soon but Linda kept working on me. I got really close and gave one last try to jump on top but she didn’t allow that. I started tightening muscles and knew I had lost that battle. That relaxed me and I laid back to enjoy her hands. A few seconds later I started pumping all I had into her hands. My crown got sooooo sensitive and I tried to move her off but by then she was on top and held me in place. My whole world narrowed down to that little spot that felt both pain and pleasure, I didn’t care about anything else. Eventually I stopped squirting and slowly came down. Thinking back, I hadn’t had a hand job for many years and that she was able to do such meant she learned a lot since I last knew her body. She wanted to snuggle and I was happy to oblige drifting off to sleep complete drained and contented. My last morning I had nothing left. We stayed in bed for a while and then cleaned up before heading to the airport. I had not expected to cum 3 times in just over 24 hours; after all I’m 66 and nothing like I was at 20. We’ve kept in touch and are hoping to have another Chicago encounter this summer when I’m back east. I’ll be 67 by then so we’ll see if I can still behave as I did last fall. Well, off to the Fitness center to try to do just that. I’ve been told that if you are still fit, you can keep going into your 70s and maybe even 80+. At least I’m going to try.

True Erotica After my wife died, I sank into a kind of funk. Some people would call it depression. Family and friends tried to help. They brought me meals and found activities to invite me to attend. The truth is I missed that close personal, comfortable, relationship that Mary and I had for almost 45 years. I especially missed the rush that I got from driving her into orgasmic moans as I buried my cock balls deep in her wonderful warm wet pussy. I wanted to experience those feelings again, but I didn’t know how to make it happen. I didn’t want to try to meet woman at bars, and I certainly didn’t want to pay for sex. So, for some time my main sexual release was my own hand as I watched porn on my computer in the privacy of my house. One day, as I tended to Mary’s flower gardens in our back yard, I noticed my neighbor, Casey, sunning herself in the next yard. I had never noticed what a hot body she has. She is about 5’6” with long auburn hair. She works as a personal trainer/masseuse at a local athletic club. Her body is trim and tight. Casey was wearing a tiny white string bikini. It was essentials three small triangles of semi-transparent cloth, held together with some string ties. I guess I spent too long gazing at her. She rolled over, looked right at me and said, “I see you eying me up. Have you become a peeping Jack?” Then she laughed. Casey and her husband and Mary and I had been close friends. There was never anything sexual between us, we were just all good friends. We were very comfortable with each other. Casey’s husband had died about six months before my wife, Mary passed away. “Busted!”, I admitted. “I guess it’s been too long since I’ve seen a beautiful woman in the flesh.” “You should get out more. Meet new friends. I personally know that there are several women right in our sub-division who would love to get to know you. You know that women tell each other everything.” I told Casey, “I’d love to do just that, but I don’t know how to start.” She replied, “The question isn’t can you start; it’s can you finish?” “I don’t have any problem finishing; and I can do it in a very satisfying way!” I couldn’t believe I had said that, but as I already told you, I am very comfortable with Casey. Casey got up to head inside her house. As we said goodbye, she stopped and looked back at me, “I found a great sale on Porterhouse steaks today. Would you care to join me for dinner? We can grill them here.” My first reaction was to make up an excuse that I was busy. Before I had a chance to back away, Casey chimed in, “Good! I’ll take that as a yes! Let's plan on about seven. Dress is casual. We can take a dip after dinner.” I realized that in spite of my shyness I was committed, like it or not. I had enough time to stop at the wine section and asked the clerk for a couple of bottles of their best Merlot. I also picked up a large bouquet of red roses. I took a deep breath, opened the gate between our lots and knocked on her patio door. I still had reservations about what I was doing. I reassured myself that this was Casey, my old friend. I thought to myself, “Relax Jack. This will be just like old times” “Come on in. We’re almost ready.”, was Casey’s cheery response as she walked toward the door. The sight of her was breath taking. She was still wearing her semi-transparent white bikini top. With her now facing me, I could see how it cradled her magnificent breasts. As she walked toward me, I could see her breasts bouncing. I could not take my eyes off them. Oh how I’d love to fuck my cock between them. “These are for you,” I announced as I held up the roses. “And these are for us.” I nodded toward the bottles of Merlot. “Oh Jack, the flowers are beautiful! Thank you so much” Casey squealed. “Put the wine on the table. I’ll get some glasses. Can you fire up the grill? The steaks are ready to go when you are.” I disposed of the wine as directed and headed to the patio to fire up the grill. As I was preparing the grill, I felt Casey come up behind me. She wrapped her arms around my chest and pressed her body against my back and my butt. It’s a good thing she was behind me or she would have felt my hardening cock as her nipples threatened to burn holes in my back. I could feel how toned her body was as she squeezed me tightly, “Thanks for the flowers. I know we are going to have a great time this evening.” The dinner turned out to be fantastic. The food was delicious and the conversation was exciting. The wine added to the relaxing environment. Casey suggested that we take desert on the patio. She had some romantic music playing softly all evening during. As we walked into the patio, “Near You” by Francis Craig started up. “Oh I love this song. Will you dance with me?” She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me close to her body. I was certain that she could feel my cock stirring in my pants. She almost whispered in my ear, “After Harry died, I couldn’t imagine sex with another person. Then on a business trip, an old friend showed me that life is for the living. I’d like to be that person for you…tonight.” I looked down at her as she looked up to me. Cautiously, I moved my face closer to hers. Then we were kissing. The kisses were very tentative, even gentle at first. I felt her mouth open so I opened mine, Our tongues began to dual. Somewhere in this embrace, we stopped dancing. I was caressing Casey’s back. She began to unbutton my shirt. I felt her strong hands caressing my chest. I could feel the heat from her body. “I have a treat for you, Jack”, she whispered in my ear as she opened my belt. “It’s my specialty.” As my pants dropped to the floor, Casey untied her skirt and guided me to the corner of the patio. She had a Massage table setup. She directed me to climb on the table and lay on my stomach. I felt her pour some warm oil on my back. She began to caress my back starting at the shoulders. She rubbed the oil lower and lower. When she got to my briefs, she slowly pulled them down below my ass. “Help me take these off”, she asked as she pulled them toward my feet. I raised my hips and discreetly moved my cock out of the way. She pulled them all the way off and dropped them on a chair. Then she began to knead my ass. Again, I was impressed with the strength of her hands. She massaged my thighs. Every so often I would feel her hands brush my balls. The sensation just made my cock harder. She proceeded down my legs all the way to my toes. “Roll over. It’s time for the front.” As I flopped on my back, my cock stood straight up, swaying in the air. “Doesn’t it feel great to be touched?” She whispered. “I love being naked outdoors.” With that she pulled on the string holding her top in place. The top fell away revealing the treasures that I had been ogling all evening. Then she pulled the strings at each side of the bottom and it fell away. She was naked in the moonlight. What an exotic sight. “Aren’t you concerned about being naked here on your patio?” “It’s very private here. The only neighbor who can see us is that Peeping Jack who lives next door. I understand that he is occupied tonight.” Casey returned her attention to my feet. She worked her way up my legs. Just before she would have gotten to my cock, she stopped. I opened my eyes to see what the delay was. Casey was holding a large bottle of something against her chest just above her right breast. As she squeezed it, oil poured down her body. She moved the bottle around so the oil covered both breasts . Once she had her body all lubed up, she moved to the foot of the table and began to crawl up my body. As she did, she covered me with the same lube. She slid her body up and over my rock hard cock, pressing it back against my belly. When she reached my head, she took my face in her hands. “I can feel how much you are enjoying this lesson.” She kissed me deeply. I responded by driving my tongue down her throat. Casey began sliding her body up and down mine. She was masturbating my cock with her oil slick body. The feeling was beyond wonderful. “Oh Casey, I can’t take much more of this lesson. You’re going to make me cum.” “You will cum soon lover, but not just yet.” With those words, she slid off my body. She positioned her body next to my cock and poured more oil all over it. She wrapped both hands around my now throbbing cock and began to stroke it slowly. “Mary told me that you had a nice cock, but her description didn’t do you justice. You do know that women tell each other everything.” I really couldn’t concentrate on what she was saying. All the blood in my body was racing into my cock. The sensations were overwhelming. “Oh yes, fuck yes, make it shoot. I’m so close. Oh my god, I’m ccccccccccuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmiiiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggggggg.” Casey pointed my cock right at her magnificent tits as she continued to milk it. Spurt after spurt of hot cum blasted her tits. It was the biggest load I ever shot. I closed my eyes for a moment to relish the feelings of release that swept over my body. When I reopened my eyes, Casey had crawled up on the table next to me. She laid her head on my chest and continued to fondle my shrinking cock. “Once we recover, we can take a shower and then go for a dip in the pool. You know how I love being naked outdoors.” My first impression, as I began to return to consciousness was warmth. Casey and I were each lying on our sides, spooned together. My right arm was wrapped around her waist. The odor of sexual excitement, combined with Casey’s natural scent, and the hint of the delightful perfume she was wearing permeated our personal space. Add to that mix the flowery smell of her lotion and you have an erotically stimulating environment. Without consciously thinking about it, I began to caress her firm breasts. My hand slipped lower across her tight abs and I felt her neatly trimmed landing strip. My senses were overwhelmed by the situation. Casey was this wonderful combination of strength and femininity. She had just given me the best sexual climax that I had experienced in a long time. Now she was sleeping in my embrace. My hand dipped lower and found the shaved entrance to her sex. I was amazed! Despite the fact that she had done all the work and provided all the pleasure, her pussy was dripping wet. My finger slipped effortlessly into her warmth. My thumb came to rest on her clit/ I could feel it emerging from its hiding place under her hood. As I strummed her clit and finger fucked her pussy, she began to stir. I felt her body tremble as she sighed, “Oh that feels so good! Please don’t stop.” Her reaction triggered one of my own as I felt my cock rise and press against her ass. “What a nice surprise you gave me. I’ll never forget tonight.” “Tonight’s not over yet.” she responded. We lay together in this very sensual embrace for a long time. Finally, Casey stirred, “Let’s get a shower. Then we can play some more in the hot tub.” She slid off the table and grabbed my hand. The outdoor shower was just a few steps away. Casey adjusted the temperature and we both stepped in it together. I was having a fantastic time. The moon was shining through the trees. The temperature was still in the low 80’s and the light breeze danced sensually over our bodies. We began to soap each other’s bodies. It was such a thrill to run my fingers over Casey’s smooth skin. It was even better feeling her touch on my body. I had some conflicting thoughts running through my mind. I had been conditioned since I was fourteen that these feelings of pleasure needed to be intertwined with ideas like love, commitment, and long-term relationships. However, here we were two friends giving each other the ultimate pleasures with no strings attached. So this is what “Friends with Benefits” is all about. I was brought out of my reverie by the thrill of Casey gently soaping my cock. Instinctively I began to soap her sensitive breasts. “I love it when you touch me like that.” We leaned closer and began to kiss passionately. I wrapped my arms around her body and pulled her close to me. I crushed her breasts against my chest. My cock poked against her rock hard abs. I could feel it rubbing across her landing strip. I whispered to her, “How about a dip in the hot tub?” We turned the shower off and moved to sit on the side of the hot tub. I kissed Casey solidly on the lips and then moved my attention to her neck. My thumb and forefinger found one of her hard pointy nipples as my lips found the other. I sucked her entire areola into my mouth. I felt her body tremble. Casey was moaning softly as I caressed her tenderly. I slid into the water and turned back to face Casey. Her legs were dangling in the water. I took hold of each ankle and placed them on my shoulders. I began to kiss and lick the inside of her thighs. I grabbed her ass and pulled her closer to the edge of the hot tub. My tongue, like a heat-seeking missile, found its target. I licked her pussy from top to bottom, paying particular attention to her very sensitive clit. Casey began to squirm as she moaned, “Oh jack, that’s wonderful. Please don’t stop. Oh fuck, I’m so close. I need this, Jack. I need to cum all over your face.” I tightened my grip on her ass and drove my tongue as deep as it would go. I licked her lips and her clit. I began moving faster and faster. I wanted the thrill of making Casey cum. Casey was almost screaming. She grabbed my head and forced my face harder against her warm wet pussy. I felt her body tense. Her legs clamped around my ears. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh, fuck yyyyyyeeeeesssssss. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop. I’m cuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiinnnnnggggggggg.” With one final spasm, Casey collapsed. She was spent for the moment. I eased her body into the hot tub and enveloped her in my arms. I wanted the feeling of this closeness to last as long as possible. Casey finally opened her eyes and looked at me, “Jack, please fuck me. I want to feel your beautiful cock in my pussy.” She climbed out of the hot tub and led me to the double chase lounge that she normally used to sun herself. She flipped onto her back opened her legs wide and held out her arms to me. What an invitation that was. I crawled on top of her. She pulled my chest tight against her heaving breasts. She wrapped her legs around my ass and pulled my cock toward her pussy. It was warm, wet, and very slippery. I tilted my hips slightly and slowly but firmly slid my cock all the way into her body. The muscles around her pussy were just as toned as the rest of her body. They grabbed my cock like a hand in a velvet glove. I felt the tip of my cock rub against her cervix. Then I slid almost all the way out and plunged in again and again. Casey was kissing me passionately. I felt her cum again and then on the next stroke yet a third time. She was hanging on for the ride of her life. We broke our kiss long enough for her to tell me, “I’ve dreamed about you fucking me ever since Mary told me what a great lover you are.” That spurred me on to fuck her faster and harder. I heard her almost sob, “Give it to me, Jack. Let me have it. I want to feel you shoot your load deep in my cunt.” She was begging me to cum. I felt the beginnings of my orgasm in the back of my neck and in the tips of my toes. The delightful sensations spread down my spine and up my legs. My body went rigid. I buried my cock balls deep in her pussy. The wonderful sensations finally exploded out of the tip of my cock as spurt after spurt of my semen blasted into Casey. I held Casey tightly as we came down together from our orgasmic high. I was so appreciative of my new sex teacher. Life was good, better than it had been for a long time. I was back in the game. Over the next few weeks, Casey and I spent a lot of time together. I had never been in a relationship like this before. I guess we were what people call "Friends with Benefits." We were not exclusive. We both had our seperate interests. But when the opportunity arose, we would have the hottest wildest sex that I have ever enjoyed. I learned that Casey had a bit of a submissive streak. One of her favorite positions wasto be pinned to the bed on her back. I would hold both her wrists in one of my hands above her head as I slowly slid my hard cock in and out of her dripping wet pussy. As I started, she would moan her approval. "Oh Jack, you feel so good inside me!" she would lift her ankles and lock her heels behind my ass. She would pull hard again! "Oh God, yes. That is so fucking good. Yes. Oh Jack, yes. FUCK ME HARDER! I'm going to cum. Oh yesssssssssssssss!" Casey made me feel so virle. I was a MAN! I was providing her (and myself) with intense pleasure. I swear I could feel my cock get harder than at any other time in my life. As I fucked her harder and faster, she would wrap her legs tighter and tighter around my hips and ass. The nit would happen. Casey's beautiful body would stiffen. She would scream, "Oh my God I'm cumming. Oh fuck yesssssssss. Give it to me. I want your cum in my body!" That would usually drive me over the edge. With one final thrust, my cock would start to shoot. With all my being my body would spasm, driving spurt after spurt deep into her womb. Then we would both relax and settle into a wonderful embrace, truly joined together as one. One evening after one of these wonderful complete fuck sessions, Casey mentioned to me that there were a number of women in our circle of friends who would love to experience what she had just enjoyed so much. She again reminded me that women talk to each other about everything. I was so very comfortable with Casey. I had not yet seriously confronted the idea of establishing a sexual relationship with anyone else. I also got the distinct impression that Casey had an objective that she was steering this conversation toward. "Oh Jack, I have a favor to ask of you, but before I do, you must promise me that this will never disturb the wonderful relationship that we have together." "Wow, Casey, this sounds very serious. I promise whatever you want of me will never change our friendship." Casey then told me about an old friend of hers named Sue. Sue was a professional woman in her early 60's. She is the CED of an executive consulting firm that she helped establish years ago. Sue had lost her husband a couple of years ago. She had thrown herself into expanding her business and also into a number of community service projects. That didn't leave any time for developing personal relationships. Sue was now the president of the Friends of the Symphony and as such was organizing the yearly spring social. This is the major annual fund raising activity of the organization. It is a formal dinner dance at the most exclusive country club in town. As the chairwoman of the event, Sue needsan escort, but she has no one to ask. Casey wanted to know if I would be willing to at least have dinner, meet Sue, and if we hit it off, to escort her to the ball. "Who knows, Jack, you might even get luck with Sue. I agreed to meet Sue and Casey agreed to invite us both to a small dinner party. Casey arranged a time for the dinner and she asked me to pick Sue up. As I approached Sue's front door, it opened and there stood Sue. She is about 5'6" tall with coal black hair and a fair complection. She has shapely legs and medium sized breasts. She was wearing a black cocktail dress and black pumps. My first reaction was that this could be fun. We introduced ourselves and headed to Casey's. Dinner was a lot of fun. The food was great. Sue and I hit it off. Casey was obviously pleased at how her scheme was working out. Sue and I helped Casey clean up after dinner, said our good byes and headed back to Sue's place. We made ourselves comfortable on her couch. Sue brought some Drambuee on the rocks and we continued our getting to know each other. Sue told me that after her husband died, she wasn't certain if life was worth living any more. I explained that I understood and I felt the same way after my wife passed away. Maybe she was getting to know me. Maybe it was the liquor talking, but Sue told me that she wanted to get back in the game, but wasn't certain how to make the first move. I told her that I had the same problem until I met a very understanding friend that showed me the way. "Was that friend Casy?", Sue asked me. "I don't make a habit of kissing and telling. We are great friends. You'll have to get the details from Casey." "And here I thought chivarly was dead. I think that is charming. You know we women talk about everything so I know about your relationship." "Well, Sue, you are an attractive, sexy, woman. I can be your special friend if you really want to get back in the game." "Oh Jack, I do want that. I just don't know what to do." "Let's have another drink and relax here on the couch together." As we sat down,I wrapped my right arm around Sue's shoulder. She didn't resist, but rather melted into my embrace. I took my free hand and tipped Sue's chin up to face me. Gently I moved closer and closer. I slightly opened my lips and we kissed. Sue responded by oening her lips and sliding her tongue into my mouth. As we kissed, I slid my free hand down across her breasts. I felt Sue's rapid intake of breath followed by her contented moan. Her nipple hardened and she kissed me even harder. I used my hand around her shoulder to find the zipper on her dress and eased it down to the middle of her back. With my other hand, I began to caress her thigh. Sue began to moan even more, "Oh Jack, that feels so good. Please don't stop." It was time for the unwrapping. Realizing that women are uncomfortable with teir own body image, I turned the lights down low. I took Sue in my arms. "You are a beautiful sexy woman and I want to see all of you." With that I eased her dress off her shouders. She was wearing a black push up Bra that really displayed her beautiful breasts. As her dress fell to the floor, I undid the front clip freeing those perky tits. As if on auto pilot, my lips found their way to her right nipple. My free hand closed around her left nipple and tweaked it. Sue loved the attention she almost fainted from the pleasure. My hands slipped lower to find that Sue was wearing a lacy black thong. I hooked my thumbs in the waist band and slowly lowered it to the floor. Sue's pussy lips were shaved with a small landing strip of that same black hair. I slid one hand along those smooth lips. I was pleased and a little surprised to find Sue was dripping wet. She was so ready to be fucked. she needed to cum. By now Sue was moaning constantly, "Oh Jack, that feels so good. I've missed these feelings so much. I want to see you naked too." With that invitation, I stepped back to give Sue access to my belt buckle. While she opened my pants, I unbuttoned my shirt. In short order, I was as naked as sue was. All this fore play had my cock rock hard. She wrapped her fingers around it and slowly stroked it. My cock is cut but it still has a lot of foreskin. That means it is very easy to jack off. sue was fascinated with how the skin covered and uncovered the sensitive head. "Oh Jack, your cock is so beautiful. I've forgotten how good it feels to stroke a big hard cock!" I gently laid Sue back on the couch. She kept stroking my cock with one hand, while she used the other one to stimulate her clit. I bent over her prone body and began to lick her pussy lips. They opened like a blooming flower. She was really ready. I moved to the foot of the couch and placed her feet over my shoulders. This gave me open access to her wonderful pussy. I began to lick from her ass to her clit. Then I took her clit in my lips and lashed it with my tongue. Oh my god, Sue was thrashing on the couch. she was rolling her head from side to side. "Oh fuck, Jack, that is so good! You are going to make me cummmmmmmm. Yes! Yes! Oh I'm cummming." With that Sue's body tensed. She stretched her legs straight up in in the air and pressed them against my ears. We laid together for a few minutes when Sue finally broke the silence. "Oh Jack, I can't remember ever cumming like that before. It was wonderful. I told Sue that this was only round one. I positioned her sitting upright on the couch and craweled between her legs. I positioned my cock pointing it right at her sex and eased it inside. Sue was so wet that I entered her with no trouble at all. At the first contact, Sue stiffened but as the pleasure overtook her body, she relaxed and wrapped her arms and legs aroung me. I began to fuck her slowly and delibertly. I burried myself balls deep in her cunt. I could feel my ballls bouncing against her ass as the tip of my cock bumped against her cervix. I could tell that Sue felt it too. She screamed out with the pleasure. "Oh Jack, your cock is so fucking hard. I love the way it fills me up. You feel even better than Casey said you would. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Oh fuck make me cum again. Oh yes, I'm cummmmmmmmmmmiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnggggggg." That was enough to push me over the top too. I drove my hard cock as hard as I could into Sue's pussy. The force lifted her entire body off the couch. She wrapped her arms and legs around my body and squeezed as tight as she could. There is nothing quite as good as a man and a woman with their bodies joined together and enjoying simultaneous climaxs. Doing a favor for Casey had never been this fun before.

Julie handed Dave and me a plastic cup each and filled them with vodka. Then she leaned back against the edge of the pool and took a drink straight from the bottle. What little glow there was from the string of coloured lights that surrounded the pool, was just enough to highlight the silhouette of my wife’s breasts. The surface of the warm water lapped against her dark, puckered nipples, still stiff from her orgasms of a few moments before. Standing there with her elbows leaning on the pool-edge, her firm breasts jutting out, with such an aura of commanding sexuality about her, Julie could have got me to do anything for her at that moment, just with a look. She had not the slightest sense of embarrassment about her – a bit late for that I suppose. She seemed so totally at ease with the situation, standing naked and obviously aroused, next to two men who were ready to do anything with her body. After a second or two of contemplation, Julie quickly took another mouthful of vodka, put the bottle down on the pool edge and moved between us. “Come on, you two,” she ordered and grabbed both of us, a penis in each hand, “follow me.” What else would we do? My wife pulled us both along behind her as she moved us towards the wide steps that were moulded into the end of the pool. “Sit down there.” she commanded, leading me to the place she wanted me by my cock. I sat down on one of the steps, my legs still in the water. Julie stood facing me, then bent forwards at the hips, leaning her arms on my shoulders and hooked her hands around my neck. It was obvious that Dave was already eager to go at my wife again, I could see his penis beginning to thicken again, just below the surface of the pool. I wondered if she had seen it too. He was standing at her side and immediately had her right breast cupped in his hand, pressing and kneading the flesh and tugging at the nipple like it was the most natural thing for him to do. Knowing how horny my wife was at that moment, in fact, how hot she had been all night, it surprised me when she pushed Dave away from her … and was that disappointment I felt? But I quickly realised I had mistaken her movement – she wasn’t pushing him away, she was moving him behind her. Again, she had both hands behind my neck, and then leaned close to my ear, “Are you comfortable there? I may need to lean against you for a while.” She had that lustful smile on her lips again and I felt a burst of adrenaline shoot through me, instantly tugging at my stomach. A wild mix of emotions swept through me as I could see the desire in her eyes, how the anticipation was taking over her again. I began to feel resentful of the pleasure she had felt from having this other man use her body. Julie’s face was only a couple of inches in front of mine now and I could feel the heavy breathing of her heightened excitement on my lips. Her eyes were looking to the side, as if trying to see his movements, anticipate his touch. I realised then, that I hadn’t even been inside my wife that night. I started to think about the unusual level of arousal Julie had felt, being with this other man, the intensity of her passion. What was it I’d heard her saying to him – she’d had five orgasms? She’d never had that many with me, I was sure of it. Yes, I was starting to feel jealous, I wanted to get my wife away from this stud. I’d now seen his penis outside of her and even only semi-hard, it looked like it could grow into something that would only make me feel inadequate. I didn’t want to be compared unfavourably, either in size or technique or in just plain, masculine appeal. I was just about to get up and drag Julie away from there, when her mouth began to gape open and she let out the strangest kind of gasp – like she was trying to force out the very last mouthful of air from her lungs. Her eyes opened wide, the whites showing all around her pupils for a second, before the eyelids drooped and half-closed. And I knew he had started touching her. “Oh my, this is going to feel so good.” Then to me, as though she had read my thoughts and could sense my growing reticence, “Let me do this, please. Just this once, so I can remember it forever.” Maybe I still looked unconvinced, I don’t know, but Julie obviously decided to take a different approach at that point. She leaned her cheek against mine and whispered, “Should I tell you what he’s doing to me?” “Ah, you like that idea then?” and I realised she was looking down between my legs. My cock had suddenly grown harder and had risen out of the water until it was pointing directly at my wife’s breasts. Now she was back in control, the sexual predator once more, just how she liked it. Her mouth was against my ear, breathing her lust into me. “He’s moving his fingers between my pussy lips, three of them. One on each lip and one in the centre. Oh, you wouldn’t believe how wet I feel, he just slides between them so easily. He’s rubbing them all around now… mmm … so slowly, from up near my ass, now lower – oh God, I want him inside me – now he’s moving down toward my clit.” Louder now, half to him and half to me, “I want those fingers inside me so much … got to have something in my pussy soon.” But it seemed like Dave wasn’t quite ready to oblige her. From the dreamy look on Julie’s face and her half-smile, I could tell that he hadn’t entered her yet. She was leaning heavily on me with her arms, her face moving away from mine, and then coming up close again as her hips rotated in unison with his hand movements. “Oh my, look how hard you’ve got.” It was true, I’d never felt my cock stiffer than it was right now and Julie didn’t miss the opportunity to take advantage. “This is for you too baby, I want you to feel hot and excited and crazy for me.” Julie rubbed the back of my neck as she gazed at me with her half-closed eyes. “You like to watch me do this don’t you, like to watch me being a slut and letting some hard stud use my body? You love to see me cum with another man’s cock inside my cunt?” I think I opened my mouth but what could I say? My cock did all the talking for me. “No, don’t stop!” she suddenly looked so desperate but sounded so in control at the same time “Keep rubbing me … please!” The whimpering noise that had started to escape from Julie when Dave removed his hand from my wife’s pussy, soon turned to sighs of lust as his head lowered out of sight behind her. “Oh. Oh yes, that feels so good.” Julie’s tone changed, became more animalistic, more aggressive. “God, yes … right there, keep licking me there.” Her body swayed backwards and forwards in response to the sweep of his tongue around her rapidly juicing vulva. I could tell it was getting difficult for her to speak to me now as her level of excitement rose again. “He’s ... running … his tongue up and down my … cunt lips. Ahhh, now he’s … using his fingers to … spread me wide open. Mmmm … love that feeling. Yes, that’s it … putting his tongue inside me.” “Oh Jesus, my clit is so sensitive now. Oh … ungh … he’s putting his fingers inside me again … and licking my clit. Oh my God, he knows just how to get me hot!” Julie’s head was thrown back now and her long, dark hair lay wet along her deeply arched spine. Her ass was raised out of the water, presenting Dave’s mouth with the soft, welcoming core of her sex. Hard, protruding nipples rubbed against my chest as my wife writhed and squirmed her body in response to this onslaught of tongue and fingers. I reached down between my legs to grab my cock and start rubbing it vigorously, I couldn’t stand it any longer. It looked like Julie was going to be cumming again soon and I wanted to join her in her passion. But she had other ideas of course … as soon as she saw my movement, she slapped my hand away from my cock. “Not just yet, I have other plans for you.” She pulled her rear end away from Dave’s mouth without any apparent regret or sense of loss, turned around and lay on her back on top of me. Now my erect penis was jammed between Julie’s back and my own stomach as she settled her ass in my lap. She placed her long, tanned legs along the tops of mine and gripped the backs of my wrists with her hands. I felt like my body was a mirror of hers (or hers of mine) as I realised that she would be copying every move I made. Now Dave stood facing us, standing between our legs, his insanely erect cock standing straight up and almost touching his muscled torso. I could understand then, why some women became overwhelmed in the presence of a well-toned masculine body and such an obvious and aggressive sign of arousal. I can’t say for sure if it was a conscious move or not but my drawn-up knees (and, of course, Julie’s) moved ever-so-slightly apart. It wasn’t much but it was enough. Julie raised our arms in invitation to him and our knees spread further apart. “Come here and fuck me, lover.” Julie’s voice was lower than usual and seemed to be trembling in her urgency and need. Dave took a step closer and grabbed his erect member, holding it down so that it pointed directly at my wife’s pussy. As he leaned his body towards us, I could feel his muscular thighs pressing against the inside of mine and pushing them apart. I tried to look over Julie’s shoulder to see just where his cock was but I was too far behind her. There was no need though, to see when he was entering her. That long, breathy moan that escaped her shuddering lips left me in no doubt. I knew the exact moment when his cock was forcing apart her hot, welcoming lips. I felt her legs rise in response to his invasion of her, and mine followed. I wanted to be with her in the passion she was experiencing, like another part of the same body. I wanted to feel her arousal and follow wherever she went in this wild, erotic journey she was on. As Dave leaned forwards and pressed his chest against my wife’s breasts, we both lifted our knees further so that they were eventually up by his shoulders. I knew from experience that when Julie felt especially aroused, she loved to be in this position of openness and submission, it seemed to take her to another level of sexual excitement. Dave had set up a steady rhythm of fucking my wife now and was unhurriedly, almost casually, raising and lowering his ass, easily driving his rod deeply into her with each thrust. Julie seemed unusually quiet, like she was in a trance or something, or (here was a thought) maybe not even enjoying it very much. I wondered for a moment if she’d had too much sex that night – even for her but that thought didn’t last long. Gradually, I felt my hands being moved down her lover’s back as my wife slid them under the water, to rest on his undulating ass. She wanted me to feel every penetration of her as his hips moved rhythmically forwards and backwards. With Julie pressing against the backs of my hands, she pulled him in towards us again and again. Each forward movement of his pelvis was now accentuated by our combined efforts in getting him deeper inside her. I felt the beginnings of responsive movements in Julie’s hips as Dave’s penetrations became longer and deeper. I tried to supplement her gyrations by lifting my own body in unison, helping her to meet his thrusts with movements of her own. It took a little while to time the rocking of our bodies against each other but soon, all three of us were rising and falling in perfect unison. I started to feel closer to Julie then, like I was almost inside her skin and knowing exactly what she was experiencing and what she desired most. I could sense the euphoria she was feeling as she wilfully, joyfully allowed the invasion of her being. I knew she was loving the abandonment to this aggressive male domination. I was jerking my hips up now, faster to keep up with his increasing tempo. I gripped his ass cheeks and tugged him in towards us, pushing up with my back to ram Julie’s mound against him. She wasn’t silent any more as her lust began to pour out of her mouth again. “Mmm, yes, that’s it baby, ram that hard meat of yours into me. Oh, God I love the feel of your cock inside me. Not too fast, I want to feel it all sliding in, all the way, right up to your balls.” Our fucking motions were creating waves between our bodies and I could hear the water splashing against Julie’s breasts that were pressed hard against Dave’s chest. The sound reminded me of when she gets really wet. “That’s right … oh Jesus, you know how to fuck me. I love your thick cock stretching my cunt lips apart … oh, oh God you’re the best fuck, the best. Oh yes, it feels incredible, just keep fucking me for ever.” I was starting to get lost in a maelstrom of emotions and passion. I lost the sense of where I was, of who I was. One moment I was making love to my wife as she urged me on to arouse her further, the next, I was listening to her talking like a slut to a stranger who was slamming his cock into her. I had my eyes closed as I responded to the hard, male jerking of his pelvis. I felt the strong, muscular thrusting between my thighs and moved my legs around behind his back. I started to use my legs to force him into us, pulling him closer to her cunt until I could feel his balls bouncing against mine. I wanted him all the way in, I locked my legs behind his ass and pulled tighter as I pushed Julie up against him as hard as I could. “Oh fuck yes, oh my cunt’s so full … oh Jesus … oh … yes just keep fucking me … harder … harder, fuck you” Julie moved her hands under his arms and gripped his shoulders, the fingers digging deeply into his skin, her knuckles turning white. I pumped my hips up more urgently against Julie’s ass, trying to keep pace with Dave’s thrusting. Her legs were wrapped completely around him now, almost trying to get his whole body inside her. Her breathing was turning to uneven panting and gasps as Dave’s cock slammed into her faster. “Come on baby, give me that big, hard cock. Yes, yes … fuck me hard, I want you to cum inside me now … give me all your cum … unnngh … make me cum …that’s it … harder … oh Christ … oh baby I’m cumming … ohhh, oh yesss.” I could feel the weight of Dave’s body on mine as he continued fucking us at a furious pace. Julie’s almost incoherent shouts, pleading to have her cunt filled by his gigantic cock filled my ears. I was part of Julie’s body, thrusting and writhing against him, spreading my legs wide, pleading to be filled up by him. My legs pressed against his ass, pulling him deeply inside us again and again until I heard myself scream as if in the distance. A never-ending release of lust that seemed to emanate from some other reality and broke into my consciousness like a remembered dream. But I didn’t recognise my voice. No, it wasn’t me who was screaming, it was Julie. Her mouth moved like she was trying to form words but couldn’t, almost as if she was in some kind of religious rapture. She released her pent up lust in a series of diminishing whines and yelps as Dave finally jerked himself to completion and forced his body deeper into my wife as cum spurted from his erect cock into Julie’s gaping pussy. My face was next to hers as she sunk her teeth into his shoulder, muffling her screams as she continued to react to the reverberations that shook her lover’s body. Each grunt between clenched teeth signalled another spurt of his cum entering my wife’s cunt and she slid her hips backwards and forwards like she was sucking it out of him. My head was buzzing, my limbs shook, I could hardly think as I felt my muscles locked in place, pressing my wife and her lover against each other. The next few moments were a blur. I remember getting out of the pool and helping Julie out (she was on the point of collapse) but not much else. We somehow stumbled back to our cabin and then I remember suggesting that Julie take a soak in the bath. As the water noisily plunged into the bath and gradually filled the room with steam, my head began to clear and I remembered two things. One: The fact that I (amazingly) hadn’t cum at any time during that night. Two: The real reason why I was filling that bath…

For a few weeks after taking Michele’s anal cherry, I kept reliving that day over and over. I wondered if she would ever allow me back into her home, let alone have another go at her ass. My wife and I had become even more distant over the past few months, so I ached for intimacy. A few times, I would start walking across the street, then stop and just check the mail, even though I had gotten the mail earlier that day. Soon I realized I had to try. Four weeks after letting Michele’s ass recover; I again knocked at her door. This time she opened with a smile and said “you back for a second helping of my ass or are you here for a quick blowjob?” I wasn’t certain if she was being serious or sarcastic. She had stood in the doorway without inviting me in and had a very serious look on her face that wasn’t welcoming. I replied in half jest “why not both? You can suck me off first then I’ll come for your ass after I recover. It should only take fifteen minutes in between. I brought some anal lube which should help.” Man I was cocky. I just hoped it would pay off. I expected her scoff and slam the door. Michele just laughed and brought her hand from behind the door and showed me she bought the same brand. She said “just in case you wanted some more since I was sore for a week after your pounding. Olive oil is great for cooking but makes a poor choice for anal lube. At least my ass smelled good for a few days.” I breathed a sigh of relief and pushed my way inside, and then gave Michele a deep and passionate kiss. She led me upstairs to her bedroom where she had already folded back the sheets. She was expecting another visit. I slowly started undressing her and noticed she had the same black bra and panties from my past visit, when I put a baby in her belly. At least I think it was my baby. I again left the bra in place but removed her panties with haste. She started to undress me but I stopped her. Michele looked puzzled. I led her to the bed and pushed her face down onto the mattress. I undressed and climbed on top of her. I grabbed two pillows, lifted her hips and shoved them under. This brought her ass up much higher and allowed for easy access. She already had her legs open but I pushed them together using my feet. I straddled her thighs and slowly dipped my cock into her wet pussy. With her legs closed like this, her pussy seemed much tighter than I remembered. Her large ass prevented me from fully penetrating at this angle. Michele looked back over her shoulder and spoke up “you need to be careful because I am fertile right now; besides I thought you wanted to butt fuck me today.” I replied “just getting a little natural lube. Don’t worry I am headed for your ass soon.” I gave her a few more strokes in her pussy and started rubbing my cock between her ass cheeks while dropping anal lube in her crack and on my shaft. I massaged her sphincter with my thumb and slowly pushed in to the first knuckle. Once inside, I started a slow stroke while slowly rotating my thumb. She was already panting and eager for my dick, so I gave her another hard smack on the ass cheek. She cried out. I explained to her that I was just marking my territory, as my slap had left a sizable red mark. I grabbed the shaft of my erect cock and proceeded to push past her outer ring. This time I was able to penetrate her asshole on the first attempt with just a little effort. I asked “you haven’t let Tony fuck your ass recently have you? You seem a little looser than before.” I was starting to worry that I was no longer in elite company. Michele laughed and said “no don’t worry, my ass belongs to you remember? I’ve just used some toys back there to see if I could have another anal orgasm like last time. I also realized that I could relax my ass to help with penetration. That is why it feels looser.” I gave several short strokes only a few inches at a time. As I started sinking deeper, Michele started to moan louder until she finally yelled “fuck my ass as hard as you can! I want to feel another climax like the last one.” I was surprised she had come so far from her first butt fuck. That was all the encouragement I needed. I pounded her into oblivion. Her first climax came within five minutes. Her second climax came another five minutes later. Both orgasms caused her body to buck wildly. It felt like I was riding a feral bronco. After a while, I could tell she was getting ready for a third orgasm when I said “hold on until I say so. I want to cum the same time as you so your ass will squeeze every drop out of me.” This happened about a minute later. Her last orgasm was so strong it was trying to push my cock out of her ass. I could only push as hard as possible just to keep it in place. Once her sphincter relaxed, I felt the rest of my cum leave my cock and shoot into her rectum. I lay exhausted on Michele’s back while my hard cock still penetrated her ass. Hoping it would stay hard; I pulled out and turned Michele over so she was looking me in the eye. Without saying a word, I moved up and straddled her shoulders. I pushed my cock past her lips and deep into her mouth even though she had a horrified look on her face. I started to pump in and out until my cock deflated and I withdrew. Michele looked at me and said “didn’t really care for that part. I need to brush my teeth.” She pushed me off of her, bolted out of bed to the bathroom and scrubbed her mouth with toothpaste. I laughed a little seeing how dirty I made my bitch. My wife would never allow me to enter her mouth after being ass fucked. And that was a rare occurrence…usually for my birthday. Michele returned to bed with a freshly cleaned mouth and laid her head on my stomach. She brought a wet wash cloth to bed and slowly played with my cock for the next fifteen minutes until it started to inflate again. Then she cleaned my cock with the wet towel and lowered her head giving me a romantic blowjob; slowly moving up and down, licking the tip and my balls. I was getting more excited each time she took my cock deep into her mouth. I wanted to unload right away but pushed her off instead. I moved up the bed to where I was lying flat, but my head was elevated with pillows wanting to get a good view of this next blowjob. I opened my legs and invited Michele to move between them. She quickly got into position and moved her mouth over my cock. Before she started, I said “I don’t want to see the top of your head. I want to see your eyes, face and mouth while you suck me off. Don’t break contact with my eyes.” Michele got the biggest smile then dropped her mouth onto my hard cock. She continued to look me in the eyes while moaning, slurping and smiling at me. Occasionally, I even got a wink. I knew she was enjoying this as much as me. She would stop, withdrawal her mouth over the top of my cock and blow slightly. The cooling breeze on my dickhead was intoxicating. She would then smile and start sucking all while continuing her gaze. She stopped abruptly and said to me “I want you to cum in my mouth. I plan to suck down and swallow every drop so get your money’s worth.” I was totally shocked. She went from being disgusted with cum to eagerly wanting to swallow mine. Wow, she is totally my bitch now. When she resumed, I tried to place my hands on her head but she pushed them away. Michele had started by holding my cock at the base while sucking me, but had since moved her hand. She was taking me completely into her mouth and throat with vigor. I never heard a gag or cough the entire time. Had she been practicing on Tony, or maybe on a dildo? I did look into her night stand to see a few dildos while she was brushing her teeth. None of them were that big. Probably more vibrator than dildo. I didn’t see any other toys in there so I planned to bring a butt plug on my next visit. Michele continued for what seemed like an hour, but was probably more like twenty minutes. As she bobbed her head up and down, she would hum causing a buzzing effect which drove me crazy. When my climax started to build, I nodded to her. She got the hint and sucked even harder than before. She dropped her lips all the way down my shaft, and then started back up while sucking as hard as she could. I could see her cheeks hollow while she sucked. Finally, I released what felt like a flood in her mouth. My cock was less than halfway in but she was sucking so hard it felt like she was pulling the cum right out of my balls. I was afraid they might implode. Michele just winked, smiled and sucked. She had her lips so tight around my cock that not a bit of my jizz escaped her mouth. When she finally released my cock, she moved up to show me the spunk in her mouth. It wasn’t a large load considering I just came in her ass about thirty minutes ago. She then closed her mouth, smiled and swallowed. Afterward, she opened her mouth to show me it was all gone then looked me in the eyes and said “you are tasting better and better. I will swallow for you anytime you want. Just please don’t expect me to suck your dick right after you fucked my ass. That was a little gross.” I nodded in agreement too spent to even speak. We spent the next hour in bed together just relaxing. She was on her side with her legs wrapped around mine and her arm across my chest. It felt really good to just lie there and hold her. We drifted off to sleep. When I woke, I looked down to see she was in the same position. She was breathing deep so I knew she was still asleep. I wanted to roll her on her back and fuck that sweet pussy, but I looked up at the clock and realized I had to get home. I got dressed and reluctantly left her there naked in bed. That was very difficult. I would have to wait at least another week before I could fuck her again. Tony’s work was slowing down due to the cold weather, but he ran a plow truck at night when it snowed. That would be the only opportunity that we could be together. All of our previous encounters occurred during the daytime. I kept praying for bad weather and watching the news every day hoping for snow.

It was November 1974 when I arrived, on a military transport aircraft, via the airbase at Akrotiri. At that time of year Cyprus is still relatively dry and warm, with temperatures at or just below 70-degrees; a vast change from the cold, damp UK I’d left behind. I was met at the air terminal by my new Senior, to discover I had been allocated to work at one of the numerous signals intelligence sites on the Island. Mine was located within the Western Sovereign Base Area, close to the city of Limassol, where I should expect to serve for the next three years. With my kit dumped in the back of a Land-rover, I was transported to my Accommodation. When I was shown my pit space, my jaw hit the floor. It was indeed an absolute pit! (Though in retrospect, it was luxury when compared to some of those I would have to contend with, when deployed in active conflict zones in later years.) Many will recall, that earlier in 1974, Turkey had invaded and occupied most of Northern Cyprus; an occupation which persists to this day. By the time I arrived, hostilities had ceased, but the fallout was still very much being felt. Mainly of course by the Cypriot population, many of whom were internally displaced, and had lost their homes, businesses, vehicles and most of their possessions! Normally, there were many UK service families stationed on the Island. Post-invasion however, the unstable political position, and the potential for further armed conflict between the two ethnic Cypriot populations (Greek and Turkish), saw many family groups repatriated to the UK, to be replaced with single, mainly men. What this meant was that there were about four times more ‘singles’, than there was accommodation for. As a result, my bed was located in a room, designed for six people, but with around 24-25 bodies crammed in there. Bunks were stacked three high in places, a mountaineeringt task to get in and out of, being very careful to avoid the spinning ceiling fans that were bravely trying to cool the sultry air, that had a distinct odour of sweaty bodies. Worse, I was told that for the moment, we were ‘hot bunking’; meaning when I was on shift, someone else slept on the bed, and vice versa. There was no wardrobe space for anyone, so clothes were hung wherever there was somewhere to hang them, and most possessions had to stay in kitbags, many of which had to be stacked in corridors, to give occupants room to move around. I was told I was ‘lucky’. Some were still living in tents, pitched on sports fields. The very luckiest were those with their own offices, who could have a bed there. In short, any thoughts of bringing female company ‘home’ was a total non-starter. Speaking of female company; it was virtually non-existent anyway. Oh, there were a few servicewomen (apparently their block was much more civilised, but it was a long time until I found that out for myself!), but the ratio of men to women was huge, and those girls who did date were long since spoken for. Apart from when required to leave the main base area for work reasons, we were confined to barracks. Even if we could mix socially with the ‘locals’, the majority of Cypriot girls were not known for being sexually available. So basically, calling anyone a ‘wanker’ at that time was not an insult, it was a statement of fact. We were all big, big wankers, for now! A positive though, was the fact that being overseas, we got extra pay. Booze and cigarettes were duty free, albeit rationed, and the local beer, wine and brandy was cheap and plentiful. So we could mostly anaesthetise ourselves into ignoring our shit living conditions, when off duty. Autumn became Winter, and Winter became Spring. I turned nineteen, and slowly, very slowly, things started to normalise. Some of the restrictions on our movements began to be lifted. We were allowed off base, during the day only at first, then in the evening, though strict curfews were in place, requiring us to be back on base by, first 22:00, then 23:00 and eventually, by midnight, enforced by the military police. This meant we could venture into the ‘bright lights and fleshpots’ of Limassol town. It’s a sprawling metropolis these days, but was relatively small and compact back then. The bar and club owners, who had struggled for months, were overjoyed to have us back in circulation. They tried all sorts to attract us into their establishments. Happy hours, two-for-one drinks nights, live bands (some good and went on to be quite well known actually). But not surprisingly, the most attractive incentive, came from those bars that provided strippers. Most of the ‘girls’ were foreign. Many from the Middle East or Eastern Europe, just out to make a bit of cash. I think it’s fair to say they were quite exploited. Generally once they had completed their activities on stage, they were expected to mix with the punters, who in turn were expected to buy them, probably fake, drinks at extortionate prices. The proceeds of course, mainly went to the bar owners not the girls themselves. But we were well paid, and it was nice to have female company, even if just to ogle and chat to. There were accounts of furtive handjobs, blowjobs and even actual fucking, in return for an appropriate ‘tip’. I couldn’t confirm these rumours were true, at first! One night in mid summer, with the weather now dry and sultry, temperatures in the high 80 to 90 degrees, a colleague, Chris, and I had gone into town early evening, after spending our day off at the beach. We ate our fill at one of the many popular kebab houses, which then included all the Kokenelli (a really rough red wine) you could drink. After the meal, we hit several of the bars and clubs, eventually ending up at our favourite strip bar, grabbing a table at the back of the room, ready to enjoy the show. We sat through a couple of unexciting acts, featuring lone girls gyrating to popular tunes, and stripping down to G-string underwear, before dancing among the crowd, fondling their own breasts and teasing the blokes by moving provocatively near them, but with strictly no contact. It was arousing, especially after months of, virtually enforced celibacy, enough to raise an erection in most of us. At least it did for me. The spectacle was something to have a wank over later perhaps. Then the ‘main act’ of the night was introduced. ‘For their first season here in Cyprus, all the way from England, the ***** Girls!’ (I’ve got no idea what they were actually called!). But English, eh? Interest piqued. To the strains of Donna Summer’s steamy song, Love to Love you Baby, six hot blonde dancers took to the stage and started their routine. It was by no means Pan’s People or Hot Gossip (IYKYK!), but that didn’t mater, no one really cared about the standard of their dancing. Almost immediately they had shed their light, sheer robes and were naked, apart from tiny thongs. Quickly, the girls paired up, and as Donna moaned and groaned to the beat, they embraced, rubbed their tits together, fondled arses and inner thighs, and basically dry humped each other, also in time to the music. As the song reached its climax, so did the girls, simulated I have to assume. Rubbing their thong clad mounds against each other, and stroking the other’s breasts, they all “orgasmed” simultaneously, before collapsing in each others arms. I for one, was now sporting a raging hard on, requiring careful adjustment to maintain trouser comfort. Stunned silence in the audience quickly became rousing applause, as the dancers grabbed their robes and hurried off stage, to the back rooms of the bar. Chris and I discussed the act, marvelling at how explicit it was (it was later deemed to be too much so, even by lax Cypriot standards, and had to be toned down somewhat.) As we chatted, and as was required of them, the six girls, now dressed, albeit quite sexily, appeared from the rear of the bar. To our surprise, two of them made a beeline for our table (I guess we looked harmless enough to them among the rough looking crowd) and asked if we ‘wanted company’, to which we obviously said yes. They introduced themselves as Pip and Pat (pseudonyms, as I have absolutely no idea of their actual names now!) Pip sat next to Chris and Pat next to me! Within seconds, a waiter appeared from nowhere, and we parted with a King’s ransom for the mandatory drinks! The pair were virtual clones of each other. Early to mid twenties, blonde (probably wigs), medium height, lithe fit dancers figures, including large, though not massive, firm looking breasts. Pat was obviously braless under her tight halter neck top, as her nipples were prominent and proudly on display. Having seen them both virtually naked just a few minutes previously, it was hard not to visualise them like that now. I’ve never been great at the ‘chat up’, and my lecherous thoughts stymied me even more than usual, this was not working out well! Fortunately though, Chris had the gift of the gab, broke the ice and led the conversation. Where were they from in England?, Geordies it turned out. How long had they been here? How long were they staying? What made them come to Cyprus (the money!) Out of politeness, they asked about us too, but in truth they didn’t care. They were really only there because they had to be. Another wallet shrinking round of drinks was bought, as Chris desperately tried to engage Pip, but she was being quite sullen. After a bit of probing, she admitted she was not at all happy with her situation. She didn’t mind the stripping, she was used to that. But she hadn’t realised she’d be expected, as she put it, to ‘whore herself’ on the bar floor. She wanted to go home to Newcastle, but knew that would leave her colleagues in a difficult position as contracts had been signed hiring them as a group of six, so she was sticking it out for their benefit. Pat, on the other hand, was quite buoyant. The money was good. They would be doing stints in several locations (Nicosia, Paphos and Larnaca) in addition to Limassol, so getting a good look around the country. The beaches were great, as was the nightlife on their days off; and she could earn good “tips”. My ears pricked at that word. With the earlier wine and the subsequent bar crawl, I was getting quite pissed by then and before I knew it I’d blurted something stupid like “Tips, what for your dancing?”. Without turning a hair, Pat replied, “Sort of. Would you like to tip me?”. I nodded, yes. Without further hesitation, she stood and headed for the front door of the bar, beckoning me to follow, which I did. So the accounts were true. Tips could buy you ‘private dance performances’! Pat led me round to the back of the bar and into what appeared to be a storage room, crammed full with spare tables, chairs and other bar paraphernalia. Looking back, I was being insanely stupid. I could easily have been robbed, beaten or worse. But the alcohol had numbed most of my brain, and the tiny remaining sober part was now centred in my cock anyway! I got lucky; in more ways than one. A “tip” was negotiated. My wallet was well depleted by then, so the ‘dancing’ she would do was to be quite limited. Pat manoeuvred me to sit on one of the spare chairs, before unbuttoning and unzipping my trousers. I lifted my arse and dropped them and my underwear to my ankles. In the cramped space, Pat worked herself to kneel between my knees and took me in hand. I was already fully erect and leaking, so she slowly started to work my foreskin up and down, spreading my natural lubricant over my engorged glans. As she worked on my cock, Pat reached behind her neck with her other hand, undid the tie of her halter and freed her stiff nippled tits for me again. I reached out to caress her, but she brushed my hand away. I could look, but not touch. I guess I hadn’t ‘tipped’ enough for that. I’d been so long without a woman’s touch, I knew I would probably not last too long. Had I been completely sober, I would probably have shot my load already. But the booze was numbing my senses a bit, and I was determined to hold off as long as possible to get my money’s worth! But after a few minutes of her wanking me, getting steadily faster and faster, I felt my orgasm was imminent. I suppose really I should have warned Pat, but in my brain fog, it never occurred to me. I held back, and held back, until I could no longer control what was happening, and then ejaculated explosively. My first shot hit her on the chin, causing her to lift and turn her head away. Her position and the restricted space though, prevented her from moving away and my remaining spurts landed on her bare chest and tits. Pat was not best pleased with me for cuming on her like that, and issued a curt rebuke; though didn’t make a major issue of it. She stood and found a bundle of cloth napkins on a shelf behind her and proceeded to use a couple to wipe my cum from her breasts, in doing so, teasingly putting on another show of her assets for me, before she scooped them back into her top, tied it, and headed for the door. In retrospect, I wondered why she didn’t just aim my cock away from her after that first spurt. Perhaps she didn’t mind the pearl necklace as much as she’d said she did after all! I sat awhile, recovering from the handjob. The first non-self induced orgasm I’d had in months. I felt chilled out and de-stressed. I must have dozed off for a while, as I woke with a start, trousers and pants still round my ankles. Looking at my watch, I realised I would soon be breaking curfew, so hurriedly sorted myself out and went back into the bar. The show was over and it was nearly empty by then. Chris was nowhere to be seen. When I spoke with him the following day, he told me he had walked Pip back to the girls’ digs, hoping to get it on with her, but she’d blown him off when they got there. Not knowing where I was he’d made his own way back to barracks. I managed to get a taxi back myself, draining the last of my cash from my wallet. It would be a lean couple of weeks ahead, until payday. On the ride home, I reflected on the evening’s events. It was starting to dawn on me that I had just paid for a sexual favour. Pat, as Pip had so succinctly put it, was indeed “whoring herself”, as well as stripping for money. And I’m certain if I’d had the funds with me, it could have been more than a hand job. Basically, she was a prostitute, even if only a part time one. Should I feel guilty? Why should I? Nobody was forced to do anything against their will. We were consenting adults. There was no real solicitation. A simple mutually agreeable deal was struck, and nobody got hurt! Though in the cold, sober light of the next day, I told myself I would not be doing that again. I’d put myself in a very risky situation, that could have had serious consequences. No, no more prostitutes for me. That promise didn’t last long. The long hot summer, became an equally balmy autumn, and we continued to work hard, and play harder. The political division of the island had become tolerated, but would never be fully accepted. The risk of further hostilities had all but disappeared, and our lives started to ease further. Curfews were dropped, meaning we were free to come and go as we pleased, with a few exceptions (we definitely could not cross the ‘Green Line’ into Turkish occupied territory.) Also, accompanied posts were reintroduced, and with families returning, the demands on single accommodation started to ease. We were still overcrowded, but not as massively so as when I arrived. It also meant ‘service brats’ appeared; the teenage sons and daughters of married servicemen, but more of that later. With the curfews lifted, the night clubs in town also extended their opening hours. It was mostly the British servicemen, and a few women, that frequented them. They tried so hard to attract more female clientele, but in the main, they were just ‘after hours’ drinking dens for us blokes. After the NAAFI and unit bars closed, we’d pile into taxis and head for town. We still occasionally frequented the strip bars, but Pip and Pat’s troupe had long since finished their run and we’re probably plying their trade back in the UK by now, or elsewhere in the world perhaps. Late one Friday night, having spent some time in the normal haunts, three of us were sat in the strip bar nursing our drinks. The acts had finished for the night, and hadn’t been that special anyway. We were trying to decide where to go next, when out of the blue Phil, one of my drinking partners suggested, “Why don’t we see what it’s like in The Square.” Phil was referring to Heroes Square, which was actually strictly off limits to us for a couple of reasons. Firstly, as a security risk, because of its association with EOKA, the Cypriot nationalist organisation of the 1950’s, that ‘fought’ against British rule, leading to Cyprus’s independence in 1962; especially as members of the reborn EOKA-B were known to frequent The Square. Secondly, and probably more relevant, The Square was the heart of the ‘red light district’ of Limassol, famed for its seedy nightlife, drug dealers and sex workers. There were reputed to be some ‘hot’ cabaret shows to be found (they used to be family shows, but more recently had become ‘adults only’.) Off limits or not, after a brief discussion about the pros and cons, we decided to go for it, finished our drinks and hailed a taxi. When we asked him to take us to a ‘good’ venue in The Square, he was reluctant at first. He knew we were not really allowed there. If he was ‘caught’ by the MPs taking us into a ‘no go area’ he could be blacklisted from operating on the SBA, a huge financial loss to him. But the promise of a ‘very good’ tip convinced him, and it was game on. As requested, he dropped us at a cabaret bar. I do not recall for certain, but it was probably the, infamous, Kit Kat Club. We paid our cover charge and found an empty table and ordered a round of, expensive, drinks. Instantly, the bar girls descended on us, like flies on shit. We weren’t playing that game just now though, and after much verbal sparring, they eventually gave up on us, leaving us to watch the show in peace. The acts were ‘okay’. A few vocalists, singing a mix of Greek and popular English language songs. And there were of course the obligatory strippers and topless dancers. To be honest, I don’t know what we’d expected, but they were no more sexual than were the girls in our ‘normal’ strip joint. True, a couple went full nude, which only left us wanting more, but we knew these girls were totally untouchable! Soon, even the seemingly endless parade of bare tits and fannies got boring, and the drinks were a ripoff, so we decided to get out of there and see what else we could find. We mooched around The Square, passed the famous Rialto Theatre and delved into the side streets, where the working girls operated, unusually yellow lights, showing availability were used here, not red. We were ‘tempted in’ at several addresses, but walked on, finding a pavement bar, where we all ordered a bottle of Keo beer. As we sat drinking them, we were approached by numerous pimps and drug dealers, trying to part us from our money. All were declined, until one wasn’t. We were approached by a middle aged Cypriot man, who offered to take us to “…very nice, very clean girls.” Max, the third member of the group unexpectedly exclaimed “Fuck it guys. This is what we came here for, isn’t it. To get laid. Who’s in?” Phil and I looked at each other questioningly. I was gobsmacked at the suggestion, but he shrugged his shoulders and nodded to Max, OK. Remembering my experience with Pat, I was not comfortable with the thought of paying for it again, so remained silent. But when the other two rose to follow the pimp, I was even less comfortable with idea of remaining on my own in that dodgy area, so had little choice but to follow them. The pimp led us back into the main square, then down another side street, to the door of, what looked like, a private residence. He opened the door and took us down a short hallway, past three or four side doors, into a bare room, with half a dozen plastic chairs, and a coffee table, sporting several overflowing ashtrays. The waiting room? He disappeared back the way we came, stopping at one of the side doors for a quick, rapid-fire conversation in Greek, before exiting the building. Oh shit! I was in a trap, in a brothel. How was I going to get out of this. I tried to raise my objections with Max and Phil. Offered a few lame excuses. Even tried to claim poverty, only having enough money left to get back to barracks, which backfired at once, as they both stuffed a ‘sub’ in my hands to pay the dues. Moments later, one of the side doors opened and two women came out, I could not describe them now if my life depended on it. A few pleasantries were exchanged, before they took Max and Phil, who had stood to greet them, by the hand and led them to their individual rooms. I had found myself left alone after all. But not for long. After a couple more minutes, another door opened, and my ‘Lady’ came to find me. I should, have just paid her off and left, but some unknown force held me there. It was most likely my cock leading the way. She smiled invitingly at me, and the trap was sprung. I was going nowhere right then. What my pre-conceptions of what a working girl should look like, I am not sure. Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, she was not. In fact, she was the very antithesis. She was tiny, barely 5-feet in her bare feet, which she was. Lady had a typical Mediterranean appearance, with an olive-coloured complexion, dark eyes, prominent cheekbones, and almost black hair, worn loose just below her shoulders. Her trim waist topped womanly hips, on which hung a loose thigh length skirt and from which emerged shapely, but short legs. But it was above the waist where my eyes were riveted. A plain, short sleeve, button through blouse, tucked into the waistband of the skirt, was struggling to contain her tits. Absolutely huge tits! They bulged over the top of a lacy white bra, forming a valley in which a bloke could die a happy man. Both the situation and the sight of her breasts had rendered me speechless. No, worse than that, I was absolutely terrified. She spoke to me once, twice. I did not register her words. She sensed my fear and hesitation, smiled and gently took my hand in hers. “It’s okay,” she mewed, “We can do this. We can do this together. It’s not a problem.” I am not sure of her nationality, but she spoke perfect, if accented English. With a gentle tug, she directed me towards her room. Silently, I allowed her to do so. Again, I do not know what I was expecting, but it was not what I saw. Sure, the room was spartanly furnished, but it looked and smelled clean. A couple of easy chairs stood either side of a small chest of drawers, and against the wall opposite the door the, I guess, obligatory double bed. The bed was tidily made and the bedding looked clean and fresh. If you find yourself about to fuck a prostitute, I can imagine far worse places to find yourself in. The business side of the event was got out of the way immediately, and my money was spirited away before I realised it had gone. I do not remember the exact size of the ‘tip’, but I do recall it was ridiculously little, considering. That dealt with, the pleasure side of the event started. There was to be no preamble. Time is money I suppose. I was shaking like a leaf when Lady stepped in front of me. She knew I was still very nervous, and as she started to undress me, she whispered soothing words to me. Again, I did not really take in the words, but the sound of her voice was starting to relax me. In moments, I was naked and feeling quite exposed, with my, by now, rampant cock sticking out in front of me. After draping my clothes over one of the chairs, Lady moved in close to me, placed a hand on my shoulder and with the other, took a grip on my throbbing penis, making me shudder. Working on pure instinct and muscle memory, I lent in towards her, going for a kiss, earning me another sharp rebuke, “No kissing!” A rookie error, and I was suitably chastised, but in compensation, Lady slowly started to rub my cock, working the foreskin back and forth. After just a few moments of wanking me, Lady jockeyed me towards the bed and told me to lie back and enjoy! She shed her blouse, skirt and knickers. She left the bra on, which disappointed me immensely. She knelt on the bed to my right and again gave my dick a few more strokes with her hand, just to make sure it was still working. No fears there, it was hard and proud, despite my internal turmoil. It knew what it wanted, I though, was still quite conflicted. But my dick won in the end. Leaning across me, momentarily pressing her boobs firmly onto my groin, Lady retrieved a rubber and a tube of lubricating jelly from the nightstand. I reached for the prophylactic, but she brushed my hand away, opened the foil packet, and proceeded to roll the rubber down the length of my rigid cock. I guessed she wanted to make sure it was properly in place personally, for her own sake. I did not mind though. I have always found it quite stimulating when a woman does that for me. Once it was in place, she squeezed a generous portion of lube onto my rubber clad cock and liberally spread it around. Another wonderful sensation. When happy with her efforts, she lifted one foot, placed it flat and massaged the residue of the jelly over her vulva. Lady’s semi squatting position spread her outer lips, affording me an uninterrupted view of her labia and vaginal opening, in all its glory. Against the trend of the day, her dark pubic hair was cropped short above her cleft, and ended just above the top of her valley, with the lips below completely shaved. Her pink interior, now liberally smeared with lubricant, shone invitingly, beckoning me in. I made to sit up, intending for us to change positions. For me to get above her and lay her back on the bed, so I could enter her. Again, Lady blocked my move. Instead, she lifted her right leg across my thighs, straddling me. She shuffled up my body on her knees, until her slippery fanny was aligned with my equally slippery sheathed cock. There were to be no preliminaries. No foreplay. Just straight to what I had paid for. Reaching a hand down between our lower bodies, Lady grasped my inflamed member, and guided its head to her opening, lodging it firmly just inside her. Then, moving both her hands to my shoulders, and in one fluid movement, she sank down, taking my length (not that it is that long!) into her. After a few exploratory wiggles, to ensure we were properly connected, she paused, just for a few beats of my thumping heart, then she started to fuck me. I half expected her to go hell for leather, to pound the shit of out me, to make me cum as quickly as possible, to get it over with and get me out. And I was under no illusions that there was going to be any orgasms in that bed that night, other than mine, which did not feel far away at that moment. But credit where credit is due. Instead, Lady started slowly and sensually. Rolling her pelvis back and forth. Pumping me gently in and out of her slick pussy. After a few moments of this, whether due to the earlier alcohol, my lingering unease of the taboo nature of this act or her skill, I do not know, but the imminent need to cum subsided. Reaching my hands under her outstretched arms, I graspedher upper back for purchase, and started to match her movements with my own, increasing the length and depth of my penetration. As we rocked in unison, my hands shifted, and I felt her bra strap. Again, acting on impulse, I quickly unfastened the hooks, releasing the tension on the straining material. Lady froze! Oh, fuck! Had I just committed another cardinal sin? Were tits a no-go area too? Had I just ended the liaison with some unknown breach of contract. I waited with bated breath to see what was going to happen next. I do not think she had intended to bare her breasts, but I had unintentionally forced the issue. Perhaps she was again giving me some latitude for being a ‘whorehouse virgin,’ or maybe I was imagining barriers that did not really exist. Without the expected rebuke (I was getting used those by now anyway), Lady sat full upright on my lap and shucked off the bra completely. Her huge tits were now there for my unimpeded viewing pleasure. They were magnificent. Large, plump and, drooping slightly forward. I raised my hands towards them, but a look from her was enough to tell me ‘No,’ so I would have to forever imagine them to be heavy and pliable to my touch. Oh well! The tense moment over, I started to rock my hips slowly again, to which lady responded, beginning to ride me from above. We soon got back into a mutual rhythm and gradually upped the pace. Now, with the added vision of those gorgeous breasts, bouncing in time to our thrusts, my sap quickly began to rise again. Lady must have sensed when I was getting close, because she sealed the deal by reaching behind herself, located and started to massage my straining balls with her hand. That was the final straw. Ending months and months of pent-up frustration, I came hard, in a series of gigantic spurts, filling the rubber with my seed. The relief was awesome, and I think I yelled out my satisfaction quite loudly. Job done, Lady disengaged herself from my, still hard but slowly wilting penis, climbed off me, and slid under the rumpled bedsheets to cover her nudity. I needed a few minutes to catch my breath, but when I had done so, I rolled onto my side facing Lady. She was just laying there, staring at the ceiling in silence. When I moved closer and looked directly down at her, she still avoided eye contact with me. I suddenly realised that my time was over, I was now just outstaying my welcome. Without saying anything, I got off the bed and went to retrieve my clothes. I took some tissues from a box on the top of the drawers, removed and wrapped the used rubber, which went in the bin…empty bin I noted for some strange reason. After cleaning myself up a bit with more tissues, I then dressed ready to leave. I had no idea what the protocol was for this type of parting. So, as I headed for the door I blurted out how much I had enjoyed the experience, thanked her and wished her a good night. As the words left my mouth, I realised how lame they sounded, but actually, they raised a bit of a smile from Lady, and a barely audible “Goodbye, good luck.” As I exited back to the waiting area, I glanced at my watch, surprised to see that the whole affair had lasted about 40-minutes. Max and Phil were both already there waiting for me. I felt quite smug that it seemed I had out lasted both of them in bed. We made our way back into the main square, hoping to find a taxi, but it was by then around 2 or 3 am, and although some places were still open, the footfall had diminished considerably. After waiting around for about twenty minutes or so, we had drawn a blank on the taxi. We decided to head for the seafront, about a 10–15-minute walk, where a few diehard café owners stayed open till morning, to catch the ‘dawn patrollers’ from the nightclubs. Here you are usually also guaranteed getting a cab, which we did. We rode home in relative silence, buried in our own thoughts. We had all fucked a prostitute that night. And what is more, we all knew each other had done so too. I was certainly a bit embarrassed that they knew that, and I guessed that they were too. As I had after Pat, I reflected on what had happened. I had not set out to go whoring that night, it just happened. I could have stepped away at any point, but I did not. I should have felt bad for letting myself stoop to that level, purely for sex; but fuck it! I had satisfied a growing need for sexual release. Again, I resolved not to go there again. This time I meant it and stuck to it. I spent a tense couple of weeks, waiting for the itching or sores to appear, but nothing happened. I had got away with it. The pimp had been right when he described the girls as “…very clean.” And as far as I was concerned, Lady at least was also a “Very nice girl…” I should want to forget all about that ‘notch on my bedpost.’ To erase it from my memory for ever. But I never will!