She really didn’t think her body was anything special.  At 20, almost 21, she figured she was fully grown yet her breasts were a mere 34B.  Tiny little bubbles on her thin frame.  Her hips were also small and while she had a bit of a round ass, she never developed a big booty, which was all the rage in the largely black neighborhood where this little white girl grew up.  She often thought she was too thin and had kind of an emaciated look.  She did have long silken hair which she dyed a honey blonde color.  She thought it was her best feature even though it was out of a bottle.  Her face was rather plain with no particular distinguishing marks except a small scar in front of one ear.  A tiny reminder of a fall she took as a small child trying to break up a fight between her parents.  Her skin was smooth and just too pasty white pale.  She didn’t spend much time outside or with other people and in general was a very shy girl.

 

Ellen was feeling rather depressed looking at herself naked in the mirror.  Adam, her boyfriend of the past two years must see something different when he looks at her, she thought.  He was always complimenting her and showing her off proudly to his friends.  Occasionally, he would make her show her naked body parts to them, grabbing her when she was coming out from a shower, or exposing some part of her body when her skimpy clothes allowed him to.  She didn’t mind the way he exposed her body to his friends because he always did it in a way that showed he was proud of her.  She still felt the need to cover up what she could and often wiggled in his arms as he pulled up her dress to show off her legs or pulled down her top to expose her breasts.  Somehow she felt safe in his arms and enjoyed his playfulness.

 

Adam was the first man to really show her any positive attention.  Oh, there were boys in high school but they always seemed to just want to grab her tits and get their cock into her.  She learned that once they got into her pants, their interest in her seemed to fade.  She wasn’t too surprised.  She really didn’t have a lot to offer beside sex.  She wasn’t very funny, or very smart, or very beautiful or particularly athletic.  She was a very shy child and grew up pretty much by herself, afraid to let anyone too close to her because they would find out about her alcoholic mother and abusive father.

 

Adam was different though.  First of all he was a real man.  He was 35; she was 19 when they first met.   She was working in the grocery store full time and she first saw him there and he would talk to her while checking out. Then she met him at a bar one night and they talked and he seemed genuinely taken with her.  When she was with him, he made her feel beautiful.  He was always complimenting her and touching her in a very soft caressing way.  He asked her questions that no one had ever ever asked her, like what she wanted to do with her life.  What dreams she had.  What she aspired to.  She didn’t know how to answer these questions.  She had never even thought about them before. (Not counting her daydreams about being Brittany Spears or Paris Hilton.)

 

And the other thing that made him different was that even after they had sex, he still liked her.  He seemed to like her even more. He was also teaching her a lot.  He liked to show her how he liked to have sex.  He taught her five different ways to give blow jobs, with gloves and lubricants and sometimes just her hand.  His favorite way was having her use a lubricant, grabbing his cock in one hand, completely circling it.  Starting with long strong slow strokes while she looked up into his eyes.  Then rubbing up and down faster and faster and slapping the head against her cheek, putting it in her mouth just as he came and swallowing his cum. 

 

He also taught her a lot of new positions and he was conscious of her pleasure.  None of her other boyfriends had ever cared if she had an orgasm but Adam did and while she didn’t always cum with him, she did a lot of the time.  She liked it when he ate her pussy and he had such a great technique that she never got tired of it even though she found it difficult to reach a climax this way.  She often would fake an orgasm when he did this if she felt he was getting tired.  He liked it when she came and she was so good at faking that he never knew, but licking her clit did get her very excited.  Sometimes after he came and fell asleep, she would get herself off by quietly masturbating herself next to him in the bed.  It was too obvious on her back with her legs spread open so she would lie on her stomach, and with one leg lifted rub her little clitty until she her pussy popped being as quiet as she could.  The fear of getting caught made it all the more exciting for her.

 

She liked it best when he treated her in a slutty way.  So surprisingly, sometimes she would come right after she had faked an orgasm with him.  Her orgasm was his sign to take care of himself and when he did this she felt slutty.  He would position himself over her body and carefully position the head of his cock at the opening to her vagina.  She would open her legs to him and if necessary spread her pussy lips as he taught her (but usually they were swollen and well lubricated already from his suckling). Then he would start with a hard deep thrust penetrating her violently.  A very hard first thrust or two and then he would rock slowly but it wasn’t too long that he was riding her like a horse.  A wonderful feeling flew through her.  She felt one with the feeling.  It was so in synch with her soul, it was so exciting, it was so satisfying. 

 

He set the pace and it was always going faster.  Furiously she came as she felt him use her for his own pleasure.  She was truly at that moment a sexual receptacle for his male ferocity.  Being used as a sexual object.  At that moment her desires didn’t matter.  He had reached past seeing her in any way but as an object to satisfy his sexual lust.  In these moments he would position her in whatever way he felt like.  He occasionally would issue commands to her.  He was in total control and she loved it that way.  The more she felt used, the more she felt like a sexual animal, the more explosive her orgasm.  She knew it must be wrong, she knew it made her different than other girls but she loved it all the same.  With Adam she came to know her true nature.

 

So here she was looking at herself naked in the full length mirror in Adam’s bedroom.  She had just showered and shaved and she inspected her clean shaven pussy to see if there were any nicks or cuts.  A good job, she thought.  Adam will be pleased since he liked her to keep herself completely free of hair.   He said it turned him on to see her pussy lips naked.  He complimented him on how pretty her pussy looks but she didn’t see any difference with any other girl’s pussy that she had seen.  Anyway, she had to make sure it was glisteningly bare tonight because tonight was special.  Tonight she was going to perform at the strip club.

 

The whole thing was Adam’s idea.  There was a strip club that he went to occasionally.  It was about 50 miles from where they lived and in that sense she was glad it was just beyond the reach of her neighbors, high school friends and relatives.  She knew that she couldn’t avoid the possibility of running into somebody but it was unlikely. 

 

She was rubbing healing oil onto her pussy.  This was to soothe any irritation from the shave but had the added effect of making her skin shine.  She was getting a little warm rubbing it in and thinking about tonight.  Tonight was Amateur Night at The Crystal Palace.  Once a week, the club offered $250 to the winner of a contest for amateurs.  Anyone brave enough could get up in front of a rowdy bunch of guys and take off their clothes. 

 

Adam had taken her there once before and she saw 4 amateur girls strip as well as a few of the regular girls after the contest.  In Ellen’s mind only one of the amateur girls had a clue as to what she was doing.  Her movements were graceful.  She danced erotically and removed each piece of clothing on the stage.  (The other girls took off their clothes in between songs while they were offstage behind the dressing room curtain.  Two of the other girls were well received by the crowd but they were terrible dances and seemed awkward and out of place on the stage but the boys seemed to hoot and holler for them anyway as their clothes came off.  Each girl wore a garter belt where the audience could put $1 bills into and these two girls looked like they did alright as a lot of the guys were anxious to put money in their garters.

 

The fourth girl wasn’t so lucky.  She was actually the first to dance and she was real chubby.  She could dance but she was just too heavy.  Some of the boys were booing her.  Yelling at her to get off the stage.  Telling her to put her clothes back on.  But to her credit the girl seemed unfazed by it all.  She just continued her act and moved around the stage, dancing and looking into the eyes of the men sitting around the stage.  She found a couple of men who gave her money and clearly played to them as she continued her act.  The booing didn’t stop but she continued until the end and made a few dollars but not nearly as much as the other girls.  Ellen could see that the girl seemed to handle it fine but she knew that if that happened to her she would probably start to cry. 

 

Her clothes were all preplanned.  A very short pleated skirt and a tight tube top showing off plenty of her skinny belly. Under that she wore a black lacy see through bra, black bikini panties and the surprise – the tinniest thong imaginable under her panties.  To top it off she wore her highest ‘fuck me” high heels.  And a lacy garter, of course.  She had been practicing dancing in these and it was difficult to say the least.  But she thought she could take them off if the circumstances seemed to dictate that.

 

Adam brought along his two best friends, Jimmy who didn’t drink and was the designated driver and Zeke, a huge man who was 6 foot 4 and weighed in at close to 300 pounds.  Zeke had been a high school football star but blew out a knee in college and had bounced around in a number of different jobs.  In the car on the way to the club, all of them were kidding Ellen, telling her how they didn’t care about the crowd or it anyone else even came that the trip would be worth it just to see her naked body.   Zeke, who was sitting in the front passenger’s seat, kept turning around and looking at Ellen in her short skirt and making suggestive comments to her.  “How about a preview on our way there, Ellen?  Make her open her legs for us, Adam.”

 

Adam encouraged this and did make me open my legs to Zeke, who acted like Ellen had just agreed to fuck him.  What was the big deal she thought?  It’s not like here in the car, in the dark, with my black panties, on that he was going to see something.  So here, she said and spread her legs open to him.  She could feel the juices in her pussy leaking, her panties getting moist.  Adam was laughing.

 

When they got to the club, they checked in with the manager who told them to wait until there was an announcement that Amateur Night would be starting soon.  Then Ellen should proceed to the dressing room and he pointed to the farthest corner of the room where there was a door with a large bright star on it.  They found a round table a couple of rows away from the stage and ordered drinks.  Ellen had started drinking before they left home and they had a thermos of a mixed tequila drink that got passed around in the car.  She was already feeling a bit woozy and knew she would have to nurse this drink in order to be at her best.

 

On stage, a beautiful girl was just starting her act.  Half way through her first song she was joined on stage by another woman – her identical twin.  There was a pretty full crowd and they went wild when her sister showed up.  The few remaining free seats right at the stage were filled as a mad rush as each man tried to get the remaining seats first.  Dollars were being offered up toward the girls and Ellen noticed how efficient they were at acknowledging each person, doing a special movement for each before removing them of their money.  In many cases they would take the money from the guys rather than take the time to let them slip it in their garter.  But even when the guy wanted to slip it in her garter, the girl would present her leg, open the garter to ease the speed with which the operation happened. 

 

Ellen realized she was looking at the strippers in a different way and admired their fluidity.  They were literally going around the stage and collecting money non stop yet the guys seemed oblivious to this and just wanted the girls to put their naked parts in front of them.  The girls stripped off their clothes at the start of each song favoring the men who had contributed the most with the best views. They divided the stage between them, occasionally switching sides.  They were clearly in control.  Confident, beautiful, they had the guys eating out of their hand. 

 

Part 2, The Dance, can be found HERE.

So a few people responded to my last post that they would rather have their men be dominant versus submissive. Does anyone want to give an example of either Male Dominance or Female Submission. (They are different although often come together in someone’s fantasy.)

Suggestive Tongue recently posted on her blog about male submission and cited a few examples (Toys, Face-sitting, Humiliation and Making her cum). (http://suggestivetongue.com/2010/04/07/male-submission/) A large number of other examples came to my mind (such as it is!) some of which are sub categories to those above like Humiliation.
I wonder if each reader could give us one example of Male Submission would look like to them.
I’ll start: I think being tied naked, photographed and displayed to others would be a form of Male Submission.

Two boys kissing sweetly
Naked hairless chests
Tasting lips softly entwined.
I thought when suggesting strip poker
That it would be my soft blue lacy bra
That would draw attention.
Yet as I watch in my underwear
These two lean bodies press against one another,
Bulges showing in their briefs,
I am as surprised as they,
And almost as excited.

My wife and I have an agreement. We each have a list of ten celebrities who we are allowed to Bed if given the chance. I was recently reminded of this when I had a chance to see an interview of Sofia Vergara, the Columbian woman who stars in Modern Family. She was just incredibly delightful and funny. I immediately fell in love and had to add her to my list. I keep my list written and updated – you know, just in case. (My wife doesn’t bother to write hers down which undoubtedly gives her a bit more freedom.

Anyway I had to add Sophia to my list and struggled with who to remove. The choice really came down to Demi Moore and Jennifer Aniston. While Demi is showing her age a bit she still has that underlying sexiness, so sorry Jen, I’ll just have to pass if one day you decide to throw yourself at me.

So here is my current List of Ten = Scarlett Johansson, Uma Thurman, Rebecca Romaine, Liv Tyler, Sofia Vergara, Jenny McCarthy, Cameron Diaz, Charlise Theron, Demi Moore and Isla Fisher. I might have to make room for Tina Fey. (Tina if you are reading this please forgive me.)
Who is in your Top 10 or Top 5?

Making a Sex Adventure Work

This is an unsolicited response to SerenaDante’s recent post (Sex Adventure)

1. Threesome. The key to introducing a third party is to either do it with someone who neither of you know (vacations are a good time for this) or to do it with a trusted friend. There is a bit of a trick to selecting the trusted friend. The woman has to choose the woman and the man has to choose the man. This eliminates the potential threat to the core relationship that occurs when in response to your desire to have a threesome, your boyfriend says, “Oh I know the right girl.” This is probably someone he has been lusting after and therefore a threat to the core relationship. (Same goes for men chosen by the woman.)
A good way to invite a third person is to have a one-day event like a Birthday, XMass present, or other celebration. This makes the threesome a special reward and implies a one time situation.

2. Lesbian Sex. As a man I think this is the easiest but that is probably just a guy thing. I do know some girls who have engaged in lesbian sex simply because it drove their boyfriends wild. And perhaps encouraging a girlfriend to engage in some light lesbian fare in front of your boyfriend just to drive him nuts might be a way to A. engage in full out lesbian stuff if she gets excited enough and B. engage in a threesome with your boyfriend.
For both 1 and 2 above keep in mind that having lesbian sex and/or a threesome doesn’t have to be an all or nothing proposition. Setting boundaries often creates a safer environment to plunge into these things. And then you can decide if you really want to follow up with another session.

3. Bondage. One of the key elements of making bondage pleasurable is freeing the one who is bound from any responsibility for having to satisfy their partner. Full responsibility for whatever happens belongs to the unbound person and the bound person is simply free to enjoy themselves. So you can create the environment of bondage without actually using constraints as long as one person agrees not to move their hands or feet (or whatever else the unbound person suggests). In the throes of passion and sexual teasing this can be a hard rule to follow but can be a safe way to start.

4. Role Playing. Serena’s idea of the cheerleader and athlete is nice but this should be played in behind real bleachers. Other roles might include nurse/patient, bar slut and conventioneer, priest/parishioner, teacher/student, etc. When possible you should play these roles outside the bedroom to start.

5. Sex Video. Go for it. You might try some performance art like a striptease. Or looking into the camera while you are performing oral sex. Or even create angles where you could imagine keeping it and showing it to others. For example, only show your bodies from the waist up while you are doing it. Then, of course, there is always POV (Point of View) where one person films the other essentially from their face. Hot.

6. Double Penetration. If you define this as using a dildo or vibrator, it is quite easy to accomplish and worth the effort assuming you enjoy anal.

Good luck Serena and keep us up to date on your progress. We’re all behind you.

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Ages 18 to 28. It seems no where is separation between the haves and the have-nots any greater. I know a lot of young people who are either in a relationship or who have had practically no significant relationship. I believe that by the late 20′s this separation goes away and while some still have more success with the opposite sex, the difference is much smaller. But for many in their late teens and early twenties it seems a chasm exists.
I think for boys it is a issue of women wanting older (more experienced and more mature) men. Pity the young man who struggles with a frail frame, acne or simply the lack of confidence associated with virginity. Men at this age are also often lost in terms of a career, a good paying job, and a sense of direction.
For women I think the issue is more often associated with self esteem, the perfect body, and associated feelings of inadequacy. But again there seems to be a large number of women with virtually no social relationships. Pity the young woman who is slightly overweight or underweight or who doesn’t drink alcohol.
I see so many young people yearning for meaningful relationships, it makes me wonder if our society just does a poor job of providing ways to meet. Or is it about the expectations we set? What do you think?

Do you think girls are having sex at an earlier age than in past generations? I’ve heard that girls are experiencing puberty earlier and certainly they are exposed to more sex oriented material in commercials, on TV etc. than ever before. What do you think?

Chapter 1, Brie

She knows me well. She knows all my fantasies. And she enjoys playing to them. It’s as though she really believes I deserve to have a good time. (Funny, she doesn’t feel that way about herself.) But she loves to entertain me and excite me.

She introduced me to her friend, Brie. Brie grew up in Europe and was only twenty two at the time. Brie seemed so worldly, yet was really so young and innocent. Not in her European ways but in her lack of sexual experience and the depth of her exploration. Willing to explore but still too honest with her boyfriend for her own good.

Kris and I were in our late thirties. It happened in stages. Kris asked her if she knew how to give a good blowjob. Kris bragged to her about her technique. She tried to explain it to her but suggested that Brie watch how she did it until the protesting young lady finally agreed to watch. So Kris went down on me while another woman watched. It was thrilling. Kris did give great blowjobs using her hand in synchronization with her lips. Brie was entranced watching. Her eyes were riveted to the action at my crotch. I think she was afraid to make eye contact with me. Her legs were crossed and the top one rocked rhythmically. She squeezed them tightly when I exploded over Kris’s face. Kris’s eyes looked over at Brie and she smiled while the milky white stuff ran down her cheeks.

The image of that encounter haunted me for the next few weeks until I saw the two of them again. I spent those weeks in a constant state of excitement fantasizing about what might happen the next time. Brie seemed to enjoy herself and I felt she might be up for more.

The next time they were in a hurry. Actually, Kris was in a hurry and after an hour of beers and dirty talk, she had to go. It was a hot summer day and I had taken off my shirt when Kris offered to rub my sore neck. Brie was wearing a thin cotton dress with a blue and white pattern on it. I convinced Brie to stay and Kris gave me a wink as she left.

I didn’t have any air conditioning. All the windows were open and the shades were. The house was removed from the road a bit and surrounded by trees so it usually stayed cool. But today there wasn’t much of a breeze and the air hung heavy.

“Do you mind if I take off my pants?” I said. After some brief objections and counter objections she agreed and off they came. I was wearing a pair of black cotton briefs that were rather shear when viewed closely and that hugged tightly against the sack of my balls showing off my growing hardon.

“Maybe I should leave”, she said. When I asked why, she responded by saying that she was getting excited.

“What’s wrong with that,” I asked. And our by-play continued with her talking about her boyfriend and me telling her that I would not touch her but that there was nothing wrong with her getting excited just watching me. She agreed since she seemed to be getting more excited by the moment.

I offered her a drink, stood up and walked to the kitchen, letting her view my tight buns. She was watching and I thought it’s great to find a woman that appreciates looking. It seems so many don’t. Or don’t admit to it. When I returned from the kitchen and handed her the drink, I remained standing in front of her. I engaged her in a conversation about whether these briefs flattered me. I asked her if she noticed that you could see right through the dark fabric.

Soon I was trying on all my various styles of underwear for her. Leaving her in the living room while I would change into a variety of different pairs in the bedroom. Then prancing out for her. I had quite a few different styles and it became a private fashion show that made her nipples visible on the peeks of her freshly grown breasts. As she watched me rather eagerly with her eyes, she squirmed into different lounging positions on my couch. My now engorged cock fit differently into each set of underwear and some shorts it didn’t really fit in to at all. The stiff rod often had to be pushed to the side as it strained to straighten itself. She had made up her mind that it was OK for her to watch me and I could tell she was enjoying the show.

“How do these look?” I would ask.

“Tight!” she responded staring straight at my outlined package.

“Do they flatter my ass?” I turned around and sometimes bent over.

“The last ones were better.” Smiling at me.

I put on some music and began dancing. I was flipping the tip of my cock in and out the top of my briefs in rhythm to the music. My hips rocking to the funky beat. I’d circle around and show off my baby tight buns. There was no pretense about what was going on now. We were both caught up in the sheer sexual excitement of the moment. Me, dancing sensually for her and her eagerly drinking in the entire view with her eyes.

I disappeared into the bedroom as if to change. Instead I stripped completely and carried a full sized pillow in front of me. I danced holding the pillow against the front of my hips. Pressing my cock into it with the rhythm of the beat, I began to get very excited. Too excited. I paused and calmed down. I know my limits and I had to take a break.

“Are you enjoying the show?” I sat down in the chair perpendicular to her with the pillow on my lap covering my stiff rod.

“You dance beautifully. No really you have great rhythm and you move so sensually. It’s quite exciting to watch you.”

“Would you like me to remove the pillow while I sit here for a while.”

“OK. If you don’t mind, I mean.” She was so cute and naïve I thought. I removed the pillow and my cock was at full attention. I opened my legs to give her a good view.

“Would you mind if I masturbated in front of you,” I asked. She didn’t reply and I began to slowly rub my cock. Her eyes were wide as though she had never watched a man do this before.

“Maybe we should stop. I’m not sure my boyfriend would like this.”

“It’s just watching. You’re not doing anything. It’s just like you were watching an R rated movie or peeking across an apartment courtyard and seeing something go on….And if you want I will lend you my vibrator so that you can go into the bathroom alone and comfort your itch. Watch me masturbate and then after go into the bathroom after or if she wanted she could use it while she watched me.”

“Afterwards,” she said. She already knew that she would have to cum soon.

I quit rubbing my cock and got up and danced to the music using the pillow. I was rubbing its cotton coolness up and down my cock to the beat of the music and letting the tip show itself above the edge of the pillow. I got into the sensuality of the music, the dance and sensations of the pillow’s softness against my stiff hard rod. It didn’t take too long before I was hip hugging the arm of the couch she sat on. With one leg on the couch and the other on the floor, I pushed my cock frantically through the pillow in plain view of her staring eyes only inches away. She watched in a trance as my cum spurt out from the pillow and shot across the room. Wow, she said and she clapped admiringly.

Before she left, she went into the bathroom, having asked for my vibrator, and hummed away with the sound of running water in the background. I enjoyed listening outside the door to her muffled murmuring even though I was so recently spent. It didn’t take her long to orgasm and I crept away quietly from the door, returning to the living room, pretending not to have listened.

Chapter 2, Kris Returns to Lead the Seduction

It was weeks before I saw them again, but throughout that time, in hot phone calls with Kris, I informed her of all the details of that afternoon. On each call she begged me for more detail to where the story became a bit embellished as I told her about every movement of my hips and every squirt of my cum.

When they did return, they looked beautiful. I was sure Kris made sure they were particularly looking sexy for me. She told me on the phone that she and Brie were going to tease me even more this next time. I knew she had some interest in Brie herself. She used to complement Brie on her large full firm breasts and today they were popping out cleavage in a low cut filmy flower dress she wore. Kris had on tight white shorts that pressed open the crease in her lips and a halter top that was loose fitting at her midriff. It looked like there was no bra underneath it.

Today Kris had the whole afternoon open. After some lustful talk about the afternoon with Brie and I, she had me show her how I danced for Brie. She told me to dance in front of Brie again but soon I was dancing in front of both of them as they sat on the couch. I stripped off my clothes in rhythm to the music, using my hands to create long flowing strokes along my body, getting into the sexuality of the dance as my nakedness progressed. By the time I was just in my underwear, another pair of tight fitting briefs – this time flesh colored – the outline of my long cock was easily visible running from bottom to the very top with a slight rightward slant.

Kris got up and joined me when her favorite dance song came on. I complained that she was fully clothed although I could see her obvious nipples through her halter top. When I touched her, she reminded me that she had promised Brie that they would just tease me. (This was so Brie could feel that she wasn’t cheating on her boyfriend!) Although what I did with myself was pretty much up to me, Kris said.

Kris led us both to my large bedroom where Kris told me to lie on the floor. She stripped off her clothes while she straddled me. Her loose fitting top made it easy to see her breasts. Brie laid out on her stomach on my queen sized bed, her head perched at the foot while she watched. Kris continued to strip while she danced above my waist. She continued dancing for me in her black lacy panties. She squatted over my face and pulled the crotch of her panties aside to reveal her fully shaved pussy. She let me touch her legs while she moved around, up and down over my face, twisting and turning her hips to the music.

After a few songs, she asked me to dance again for the girls and moved to the bed. As Brie was righting herself, Kris suggested that she take off her dress so it wouldn’t get wrinkled with a wink to Brie and a “now, behave yourself” to me. They both knew it would drive me crazy and they knew they could trust me to stay inbounds. When I became crazy, however, I could talk any woman into anything. Whether it is the wisdom of my logic, the masculinity of my stiff cock, or the childlike pleading in my voice that was so convincing. I’ve never known but I’ve always had a lot of success in crossing people’s boundaries.

Brie took off her dress and revealed a flame red bra to match her French cut red panties. Both were rather sheer with some sort of lacy patterns in them.

“You have gorgeous breasts, Brie,” Kris commented. “I wish mine were as large and firm. What do you think?” she asked me. She had wonderfully perky bulbous breasts. Soon they were engaged in a comparison discussion both agreeing to the obvious endowment that Brie had been blessed with. I agreed as well. Kris seemed to be genuine in her adoration and void of jealousy. Her hands moved under and held Brie’s breasts displaying them in their bra. She held them as only flesh can be held, feeling their weight as she gently bobbed them up and down.

She reminded me I was supposed to be dancing for Brie and I gladly got up and still in my tight jockey style underwear, pranced in front of the two of them. I was enjoying looking at Brie’s graceful figure and I could see a dark patch in the crotch of her panties. As I danced Kris whispered things in Brie’s ear while her hands playfully touched her sides, her arms and ran across her hips. Kris was in position to make a move as Brie was warming up to my erotic movements. While I was playing my hands across my chest, and giving the two of them flashes of my ass and cock, Kris’s hands continued to roam over Brie. Brie appeared passive to Kris’s attention watching me. Not returning anything. But Kris became more persistent, cuddling closer to her their almost naked bodies touching and Kris’s hands caressing her as she whispered in her ear.

Eventually Brie began to moan. Her eyes closed as I took a seat on the bed next to her legs. Kris gently took both her hands and rolled Brie onto her back. Somewhere as they cuddled she had unhooked Brie’s bra and she massaged her way around the edges of Brie’s breasts before she slipped it off as she moved her hands across her rock hard nipples. I was happy just to see Brie’s beautiful naked breasts as I watched Kris attend to them in a comforting way. Kris looked at me as she handled Brie’s breast.

Brie had large brown areolas with tough little nubs that were hardened up around her fantastically protruding nipple. Soon my hands gently touched one of her legs and rubbed up and down along her calf. It was a test to see if she would resist but Brie seemed to be lost in the enjoyment of it all. Kris’s hands were all over her, and I gradually became more aggressive using tow hands and reaching farther up her legs. At times Kris and I worked in unison and at other times moving from different directions to the same place. With all of our hands roaming over her body, Brie never felt her panties coming off. Soon though she began to open her legs to let my hands move more generously over her legs. Eventually Kris’s hands moved through the light hair of in region of her pussy. Brie became startled when she realized she was completely naked and Kris decided a break was in order. We slowed our pace and in a few minutes stopped.

We stopped to gather ourselves together but we knew with Brie’s passive consent and acceptance that we would likely have an opportunity to return to excite her body. Brie was unsure. We talked and in the calm of the moment convinced her that if she just passively received she would not be cheating on her boyfriend. Her body, I knew was aching for more and I had that logical charm on my side. Together with Kris we began to convince her to give up this boundary. As we talked we slowly began to renew our rubbing and Brie’s nods were replaced with silence and intermittent moans as we instructed her to just relax.

This time she knew she was naked and had agreed to let us do whatever we wanted to her. With four hands rubbing her, it didn’t take long to get Brie’s engine running again. She lay on her back with her eyes closed, no longer in control of what was happening to her body. When Kris began to rub her fingers up and down along Brie’s slit, her body writhed in a lustful movement wanting Kris’s fingers to stay longer on her clit. I moved up along side her taking the opposite side from Kris. We both began to kiss her simultaneously. First, I whispered in her ear to just receive. I spoke about a Tantric experience. Then turning my lips next to her ear I gave her a hot breathy kiss. At the same time, Kris began to kiss her on her stomach. Then me around her neck and Kris on the wet hair surrounding her sweet slit.

My hands were pushing her breasts together and pushing the flesh in various ways while my lips traced across her colorful hard button-like nipples. Kris worked between her legs with her hands and her tongue. She used her mouth slowly on and off her clit while her hands spread her open. I watched Kris while my lips sucked on first one tit then the other. I shifted my body a bit and found inadvertently I had moved my underwear covered member onto Brie’s open palm as her arm lay passively at her side. I changed my gaze so that I was looking into Brie’s face just as she began to explode into orgasm after immediate orgasm. She was shaking and I pressed my face to hers hugging her naked upper torso while Kris relentlessly kept pushing orgasms out of her.

Brie was a screamer. She was loud, like wake-the-neighbors, loud. But of course there were no neighbors to hear her, so I told her to let it go and be as loud as she wanted. “Let go, give in, feel it all over,” I whispered in her ear while she seemed lost in a parallel universe somewhere. But she was hugging me back with her one free arm and beginning to sob. Then she opened her arm and fell back across the large bed, fully spent. She reminded me more of a man in the after moments of a complete sexual release. I removed my groin from Brie’s hand. Kris looked at me. Her smiling mouth was covered in Brie’s juices. Our play was done for today. And it made me feel very powerful and sexy to see what havoc Kris and I had wrought.

Chapter 3, A Plan

The next time we met, Kris had a plan. Brie in her naiveté had told her boyfriend about our last encounter. Geez. Just because I told her that receiving broke no rules, that didn’t mean her boyfriend would buy that argument. What makes sense in the heat of lust, doesn’t always seem logical to someone who wasn’t there. It made me wonder if she also told him how she had the greatest orgasm of her life under the skilled hands, lips, and tongues of Kris and I. The boyfriend didn’t seem as upset about Kris and he was about my presence and particularly my touching of her.

So Kris had a plan. She needed a plan to get Brie to agree to come to my house again. She promised her boyfriend that she would not let the same thing happen again. So this time would have to be different rather than being a continuation of what happened the last time.

My bedroom had a queen size mattress covered in a light summer covering. Next to the foot of the bed was a chair with a short straight back and low padded arms. The bed was an understated classic brass design with short columns and two low rails for a headboard. At the foot of the bed there were no rails – just the posts – and this made the chair easily visible from the bed.

Kris had me strip to my shorts and then she tied me into the chair with cloth and Velcro restraints that she brought. She tied my wrists to the braces between the legs and my ankles were fastened to the front legs. She had also placed a restraint around my neck and tied it to the back of the chair. Not tightly. It was comfortable but it restricted my face from moving forward very far. Brie was stretched out on the bed with her feet toward me. I don’t think she could see my cock from there but I had a perfect angle up her legs to her white panties.

Kris proceeded to strip off her top, revealing her rose colored nipples and her small but full melons. For some reason I love small breasts. She rolled the palm of one hand over both breasts while she stared seductively into my eyes. Her eyes told me she was already hot. She turned her back to me and slowly pulled off her shorts, having to refit her black lacy panties after she slid her shorts down her legs, giving me a clear shot at the beginning of everything as she bent over. She looked at Brie mischievously while she wiggled her ass in front of me. She was a perfect ass and I enjoyed it when she was standing as much as when she was bent over.

She took advantage of the neck restraint to slide her flesh up and down an invisible wall less than an inch from my forward leaning face. Her nipples scraping my nose. The restraints allowed me very little movement. She rubbed her pussy and her tits against all my exposed areas. With her back to me, she rubbed the crack of her ass up and down along my lap and whatever it was that was growing in my lap. My shorts constrained my member from jumping up and poking her. In fact, they were really uncomfortably pinned in an unnatural direction adding stimulation to my frustration.

She wriggled and rubbed and pressed herself against me. She seemed to be using me to provide excitement to her own special places. Rubbing her cunt along my thighs and my tethered arms; her breasts and nipples against my chest and the side of my face. She went into my top dresser draw and pulled out my scissors. Returning to the chair, she quickly and expertly cut my shorts along both sides and had them off of me in seconds. My cock was standing straight up in the air now, its flesh bulging and large veins seemly to push outside the main mast of maleness.

Kris grabbed my cock and pointed it’s mushroom capped head toward Brie, who by now was leaning over the edge of the bed to better watch the action. Kris moved her torso in between my legs and squeezed my cock between her breasts. She tried to tit fuck me while I was sitting. I lifted my ass into the air as much as I could to roll them in that lovely space. When she thought I was getting too excited she stopped touching me and played with herself in front of me. I found it frustrating when she moved away but I calmed myself knowing this whole excitement would continue.

She asked Brie to try to give me a tit fuck. “With all the extra flesh you have it should be easier,” Kris said, “but don’t let him cum.”

Brie agreed to do it and she lifted her dress up over her head. Her magnificent young body naked accept for her white thong panties. She knelt in between my legs. It was the first time she touched me on her initiative except for when we said hello and goodbye and hugged. Her breasts felt wonderful. Young and perky and resilient. Her skin smooth; firm and soft at the same time. I could feel her hard nipples and they made contact along the skin of my abdomen and especially when I pitched my hips a lot and felt her nipples touch my balls. But after a couple of thrusts she backed away.

“He looks too sensitive to touch,” Kris chirped in, “maybe we need to just put on a show for him for while. Come over here next to me on the bed, Young Thing. Let me teach you how to really tease a man.”

They embraced in the middle of the bed, both on their knees, face to face, ear to ear while Kris whispered in Brie’s ear. They were both in just their panties. Soon they turned toward me and as they did Kris got behind Brie. Hands appeared from behind her and started to move up and down her sides. Brie wiggled with the music and the tender hands moved across her stomach and up together to cup her nude breasts. The hands gently massaged each breast. Kris’s hands continued to graze Brie’s nipples until they looked like olive pits. Hard and tight.

Soon she began to sensually remove Brie’s white thong. Teasing me as she pulled them down below her hair line to her knees while putting her own hand in front of Brie’s pussy and keeping it there hiding it from my view temporarily. Brie had her eyes closed as Kris’s hands explored her body. Kris massaged her pussy, her fingers trailing through her fine hair, her palm pressing her mound, while I watched. Occasionally Brie would open her eyes to see me staring at her body with a hardon that I couldn’t hide. She was definitely getting wet and so was Kris who leered at me from behind Brie and was enjoying every minute of her teasing.

Kris turned Brie sideways laying her down on the bed, flat on her back and pulled her panties off completely. She began kissing her shoulder then down to her breasts and lower still. She nuzzled her head in between Brie’s legs. At first Brie weakly resisted but she quickly yielded to the soft folds of Kris’s hair as she gently swayed it over the tops of her legs. I could tell that Brie loved the touch of Kris’s tongue in between her legs. Soon she had her legs spread wide open as Kris hungrily lapped at her. I watched as she used long wide-tongue laps to run up and down the lips of her pussy. She then began kissing all different parts of her pussy lips and in along her slit.

Brie was moaning, tossing her head from side to side, she seemed totally unaware that I was there. Kris’s head moved slower and as she began to focus on one area, Brie’s legs began to tighten against the sides of her head, blocking my view. She had her knees up, her hands in Kris’ hair and her head tilted back when her orgasm started. Kris continued to lick and kiss and such, spurred on by Brie’s positive reactions. Brie orgasmed for a long time and eventually her legs relaxed and as they did, I saw Kris give me the happiest smile looking right into my eyes.

As Brie lay spent and exhausted, I realized that Kris enjoyed her experience with Brie at least as much as she seemed to enjoy her time with me. I was feeling a little overlooked when, Kris got off the bed, gave me one of her sex stirring looks. She came directly over to the chair, spread her legs, pulled her black panties to one side and lowered her wet pussy onto my cock slowly. Placing her arms on the back of the chair, she stroked up and down a few times slowly. I was embarrassed by how quickly I came. It took less than a few minutes of stoking before my cock spurted its sticky juice inside her slippery tunnel. Kris, while aware of my coming cock, seemed lost in her own special place as she willed herself to come with me. She kissed me when she was done. Brie was lazily watching from the bed and I wanted to kiss her too.