Chapter 1 can be found here.

Chapter 2

Suddenly, a voice came over a speaker in the room, “She’s been touching herself, Jimmy.  What should we do?”  He pushed her away from him, pulled his pants back up and returned to his chair.  “Were you touching yourself, dear?” Jimmy asked.  “Did I tell you to touch yourself?”  She realized Charlie was watching the whole thing and remembered it was being videotaped.  “Assume the position,” Jimmy said matter-of-factly. 

“What position?”  She wasn’t sure if he meant bent over the table again but with a quick gesture he confirmed her fears.  When would this end, she thought?  He went to the door and she heard the bolt unlock.  He came up and stood next to her.  He put his naked hand on her butt.

“You must learn to do exactly as you are told.  Do you understand?”  His hand was moving in a circle over the expanse of her bottom.  “You have been disrespectful.  And you will be punished.”  He slapped her ass with a hard whole hand whack.  It hurt, still burning with pain after the shock left.  ”Ouch” she said.  “Do you accept the punishment for your crimes, willingly?”  She whimpered.  Another whack and a definite sting like she had been hit with a palm full of needles.   “Yes!” she screamed.  “I accept.”  He whacked her again.  Then used his hand in a soothing manner gently touching her making her aware how warm her ass was.

“OK, Charlie, she’s warming up for you.”  He whacked her again and gave her gentle strokes afterwards as before.  As Charlie entered the room, he whacked her again and as he stroked her ass, he asked, “Are you ready Charlie?”

Charlie moved into place behind her ass and Jimmy gathered up his stuff and began to leave.  “The next shift is just coming on, Jimmy.  So I guess I will see you tomorrow.  Unless you are going to watch the show.”  “No, she did me pretty well.  I’m done for today.”  “Can you bring in some more blank tapes at your next shift?” Charlie asked and Jimmy nodded.

What was going on, she thought.  What did she get herself into?  ‘Done for Today!’  What did that mean?  Charlie was moving his palm over her ass like Jimmy had been doing.  How long were they going to keep her here? 

Charlie was dressed in casual clothes.  She was pretty sure he had been in his uniform before.  “He leaned forward and put his face right next to ear.  “Are you ready for some fun, honey?  I’ve been watching you and getting very excited.”  There was a moment of silence.  “Jimmy and I have a deal, whoever, goes first, doesn’t let the girl have an orgasm.  Jimmy likes to go first and I like to go second because I like to give girls orgasms.  Do you orgasm easily?  Do you like to be touched?”  His hand moved through her crack and into her pussy, ruffling her sweaty hair, tingling her clit.  She tried to move away but his hand pressed against her naked shaved groin area.

“Don’t you be disrespectful to me, Miss Gove, or I will have to punish you as Jimmy did.  Do you want to be spanked?”  “No” she replied quickly.  His hand began to lightly move back and forth over her mons.  Her clit began hardening to his touch.  He began breathing and touching his warm lips over the back of her neck and her shoulders.  “Do you want to have an orgasm,” he asked, “or do you want me to just use your body for my own pleasure?

“Yes,” she whispered meekly.  “Yes, what?  Tell me which you want.”  “An orgasm,” she whispered.  “Louder, I can’t hear you.”  “I would like to have an orgasm, sir, and I would like to give you one too.  And I would like to leave here then.”  “In good time.”

His hand continued to rub her pussy while they talked.  His hand turned to the side and his thumb was rolling in between her swollen folds.  His thumb was gently flicking her clit on each pass.  And his thumb slid along her inner flesh and pushed into the opening of her vagina.  It was slick and wet and fleshy down there.  It felt to her like it was wide open and she was so ready to have it penetrated. His warm kisses were working their way down her back and gave her another body shudder as his kisses crossed her ass. 

He took both of his hands and opened the crack of her ass and blew an air kiss across her brown hole.  He kissed and licked the inside of her spread cheeks.  Stopped and blew across her ass.  Then she felt his wet tongue lick from her pussy opening deep inside her crack and right across her brown hole.  She had never had anyone do that to her and the sensation was unbelievable.  A million little sensations going off all at once.  He breathed across the moist area of her crack and as it evaporated she felt another million.  Her pussy was contracting in a sort of orgasm.  Not a complete all-in type but a small little – I can’t take anymore – one.  He licked slowly her again and this time rimmed her hole.  Then blew on it again.  He continued this alternating wet licks and blowing air until she had trouble staying in her position.

She was still in The Position bent over the table while he manipulated her from behind.  But her arms gave way as she collapsed from all of the sensations she was feeling.  “Turn over and lie on table on your back with your legs hanging over this edge.”  She was glad to comply; her arms being only the most tired of her muscles.  Lying down felt great as she stretched on the table as he requested with her legs spread apart.  Her eyes were closed and her head tossed back.  She realized she yearned for more of his touch.  When it didn’t immediately come, she lifted her head and looked up to see him stripping to his shorts and putting on a mask.  The mask had feathers sticking out from the brows, flowing up into a feathery plume about six inches above the eyes.

He moved over to her and stood between her legs.  With both hands he molded her flesh as he slide from the top of her shoulders, along her sides, to the top of her hips.  From there his hands moved gently across her lower abdomen closing in and finishing just along the sides of her pussy lips and onto the inside of her thighs.  He then moved up again only this time he was closer to her middle, running up her ribs.  When he got to her breasts he squeezed them from underneath and she felt her nipples harden from the stretching pressure.  Then he released the pressure and seemed to enjoy the flexibility as he gently pushed against the sides and wiggled them in the process.  As he let go of their weight, they sagged slightly toward her sides and the table, but she was still pretty pert at her age and they kept their roundness on her chest. 

His fingertips twisted her nipples as he started small and kept expanding the amount of nipple he had in each twist.  The twists got harder and they sent pangs to her clit.  He leaned forward and kissed her stomach as his twists became more like rhythmic pulls.  His mouth went lower and the feathers on his mask graced her ribs and stomach.  He marched right into her pussy with his mouth and tongue.  First he opened up her lips with one sloppy wet lick starting at the bottom and moving up.  Finding her enlarged clit easily, his tongue rolled lazily around it.  She stretched her back causing his nipple pull to get harder.

Hi licking was both varied and continual, moving from one technique to another.  His tongue pulling the skin at the base of her clit up and down.  His tongue speeding up along its side.  Flicking gently over its tip.  Slowly licking its length.  Eventually she could not even tell exactly what he was doing as she completely gave into the sweet feelings emanating through her body.  She realized that she was moaning loudly echoing in the office like room as she finally had a complete orgasm releasing every bit of her soul into it.  She was shaking and shuddering as he continued his ministrations.  And he slowed his attention to the rhythm of her pulsating, spreading out the continuing spasms.

As she began to calm, she felt him get up from position between her legs and reposition himself so that his cock was as the opening to her cunt.  His shaft moved in slowly at fist, giving off lovely sensations to her pussy.  It felt good to be penetrated as she wallowed in the afterglow of the most powerful orgasm she had ever had.  Once past the initial slow immediate penetration he pushed into hard with his stiff shaft.  The quick feeling of his cock fully inside her brought another spasm to her pussy, seemingly an ending one from her last tidal movements.

He began to rhythmically move in and out her with a quickening pace.  As his movements began to increase, her sexual desires were renewed.  Her pussy was virgin territory for the night and she began to breath heavy.  He leaned forward and kissed her first on the mouth (and she responded lustily), then on cheek and over to her ear where he whispered. “Did you like that?”  “YyyyES!” she grunted.  “Do you want me to keeping fucking you?”  “Yes!” 

He increased his pace and she began to get lost in the feeling again.  His upper body was draped over hers. It was a muscular and sinuous body.  Fantastic shoulders and upper body muscles.  She dreamed he was her ideal fucker.  Tall, strong, sweaty.  She reached around him, touching those hardened muscles on his back.  Hugging him and kissing his neck and shoulders.  He pounded her relentlessly, harder and harder.  She was going to cum again.  She moved her hips side to side, pressed against the table it moved his cock in a circle inside her cunt.  She could feel him hitting her G-spot.  And moved to increase this sensation.  She was fully engaged with him as she felt his body tense and a new slow deliberate powerful rhythm moved him.  They came together, she almost shouting forgetful of where she was; he grunting to his releases.

Chapter 3

Waves of deep sexual releases crashed over her.  Feelings of love and appreciation manifested in kissing him over and over, her arms around his big shoulders and bulging biceps.  Then she heard what sounded like a door being quietly closed.  More than once.  She looked over her shoulder to see one – no two – men and one woman.  They were all naked.  They were standing patiently against the wall, the men were all semi hard.

Charlie was ending, collapsing into her arms and remaining still.  The others in the room began pushing chairs aside and put a mat on the floor.  My god, she thought, please let me out of here.  No more.  Just as she was about to push Charlie off of her, he removed himself on his own, giving her a gentle but unwanted kiss on her cheek.

“Get on the floor on all fours,” one of the new men commanded.  Charlie was putting his clothes back on.  “I’ve had enough,” she objected.  “I’ll bet you said that after Jimmy left.  Do you want to be tried for your crimes or are you going to cooperate?”  “How much longer can this go on?  I’m tired and I just feel like going home.”  She began to sob.  “Oh, stop that sniveling,” said the woman, “we’ll let you go after you satisfy the rest of us here.  Now get on the mat!”

She was too tired to argue and got on the mat doggie style.  She felt a face at her ass and thought it might be the woman.  She was surprised at how quickly it turned her on as the woman’s face kissed her cheeks and her hands reached under to her pussy.  One of the men positioned himself over her head with his legs straddling each side.  Her head was face down toward the mat but she could almost feel his cock dangling over her head.  He leaned forward and his hands reached under her grabbing each breast.  The woman used both hands to spread her legs and she moved to the side and crawled on her back until her head was under her pussy.  “Give me the pillows, Sam.”  And she could see the woman raise her head and a couple of hard small pillows get placed under her head.  Then ‘Sam’ spread her legs a bit more causing her hips to move down and her pussy to press against the woman’s face. “How’s that Marie?”  “Just right,” she mumbled.

Marie began to lick her pussy with a gentle tongue.  The tip of her nose would occasionally penetrate her cunt and then sometimes her ass as she moved her face up and down.  The other guy was squeezing and pinching her breasts when he suddenly closed his legs on her head.  She felt trapped by the man’s strong naked legs.  Then even more suddenly she felt Sam’s cock pushing at the entrance to her vagina.  He penetrated her pussy as the other man kept her from rocking forward.  It hurt for one second until he was fully in, then she could feel her moisture surrounding it as he slid it in and out.  He was much bigger that Charlie and it felt good to her, along with the simultaneous stimulation from the other two. 

Then the other man loosened his grip, lowered himself to his knees and lifted her head to his crotch.  His intentions were clear.  She opened her mouth submissively.  He carefully inserted his cock into her rocking mouth.  She was happy that is had no bad taste and that he didn’t drive it too deep.  She was fatigued yet renewing.  The cock in her pussy, the tongue on her clit, her mouth full and many strong hands all over different parts of her body.  She resigned herself to giving in to her lust one more time.  She just went with it, like she was riding some strange sex machine.  Not directing any of the activity but passively enjoying the movements.  Feeling her lust take over her again.

The first to cum was the man in her pussy.  His big cock began to ram her causing her to take the man in her mouth too deeply and she was choking a bit.  But he like it and continued to thrust deep into her throat.  Marie’s tongue was flicking her clit intermittently as she was being passed back and forth over her face.  Sam came loudly and soon stopped his pushing.  She gasped for a good breath and removed the man’s cock from her mouth.  To do this she had to sit on Marie’s face and shift her weight so she could use her hands.  She tried to transfer her weight to her knees so that she would not constrain Marie’s movements too much. 

She placed her hands around the man’s cock and began to rub his cock up and down.  She pulled down on the surrounding skin stretching it as much as possible.  She placed her lips next to his tip and licked its head when her hands went down the shaft.  She could tell he liked it and looked up into his face.  He was in another world aware of only what was happening to his cock.  The expression on his face pleased her, knowing she had his number.

Meanwhile, Marie’s tongue had returned with a vengeance after being denied total access by Sam.  She obviously enjoyed lapping up her pussy and the wetness was pouring out of her all over Marie’s face.  She was on the verge of coming again as she looked into the other man’s face and began a rapid whacking off of his cock, alternatively rubbing his head against her cheek, into her mouth, licking his most sensitive areas.   He came with out uttering a word but his face froze into a tension filled expression.  His hot cum hit her on the cheek and she closed her eyes just in time to feel the second spurt land on her lids.  She put it back into her mouth and completely drained him for six or seven more spurts.  His cum was salty as she swallowed it.

She was cumming herself as she was excited by the man’s powerful orgasm and Marie’s frantic tongue which was now focused on her clit.  The man caressed the side of her face as she came and then repositioned himself and kissed her on the lips.  She kissed him back feeling the stirrings in her pussy even as her mind said it was wrong.  The man pulled away. By now Sam had dressed and left and this man began dressing.  She rolled over on her back, hoping that Marie would leave now too.  She had done enough.

Marie sat up next to her and generously placed a pillow under her head.  “You have one more person to satisfy before you leave, slut and that’s me.  Be good to me and you can go home.”  As the other man finished dressing and left, they were alone.  Marie moved over on top of her in a sixty-nine position and lowered her pussy to her face.  She had only eaten a woman’s pussy once in college and it was when she was very drunk.  But she knew what felt good.

Marie leaned over and licked her pussy to get it wet.  Then she sat more upright and used one hand to rub slowly and gently on her pussy.  The prisoner licked her pussy good and was focusing a lot of attention on her clit.  Marie enjoyed this until she felt she was ready and then instructed her to stick her tongue in her cunt and lick in and out.  This calmed Marie a bit but felt very good.  Afterall, she was going to enjoy her orgasm too.

“So after you are done with me, slut, you can go.  But you will have to come back.”  She tried to reply but Marie told her to shut up and keep licking.  “Just listen. 

We caught you with the cocaine and we have your fingerprints on the bag.  We have a tape of Charlie giving you a legitimate body cavity search – the quick version.  Oh, yes, baby, right there.  We also have a tape of you being gang banged by two men and a woman with the camera strategically place to show you and your face only.  We know who you are and can at any time distribute the tape to your family, your friends, your lovers.  We can put in on the Internet and within a year 10,000 people will have seen it and in two years a million. Oh yes, yes.”

“Slut, I know you liked it – all of it.  It shows on the tape and we – oh oh – we want you back here again to do it all over again.  Oh yes that’s it.  Yes baby. Yes!”  And Marie came, her juices flowing from deep within her pussy.  Gushing.  Collapsing laying her face lovingly against her pussy.  She stayed while she received a few clean up finishing licks to coincide with her waning spasms. 

When she was finally done coming she got up as over the speaker hands very clapping and someone whistled.  “You dirty old men,” Marie said.  “OK Sweety, you can go now but we expect to see you next Friday night, anytime between 6:00PM and 10:00.  Is it clear what will happen if you don’t show up?”

“Yes,” she replied, wondering if she would come back but just thinking about getting out of there right now.  She knew if she came back she would do it because she liked it not because they were threatening her.

He also had a thin vibrating tool that he slid through all three rings.  After turning it on, he let it run free of his hands which found other parts of her body to poke.  He used to like to ask her how well his other piercings would be holding up.  She always made sure to wear all of them when she came to the shop.  He would lift each in his hands, inspect it, poking her and prodding her.  Massaging as he went, pinching and poking so that her nipples came to attention.  Doing that now, as she squirmed under the vibrations of his special tool.  But as much as she squirmed, the tool continued to stay positioned right on top of her clit and in between her lips.  Standing over her prone body he looked into her intense eyes as she was beginning to orgasm and whine almost pathetically.  He smiled at her as she did.

He gave her the tool as a token of his friendship, his connection to her and told her to bring it back it she ever had any problems with it.

 NOT YET!

She liked to make me cum before I got it in her.  Somewhere between the actual entering but after the eternal teasing.  And if she could manage it, she would make me cum right over her pussy lips or the edge of her hole, although she also liked to have me cum on her face.  She loved to tease me.  She took advantage of my hardness.  She loved to play with me and tell me to remain still.  She would then rub my cock slowly or just play with its head slowly.  But then moving on to gently caresses my tight sack and run her finger along my bottom.  One hand would always be holding my cock in some fashion.  And if it got too dry, she would oil it up with her different oils.  All subtle oils.  And then she would have trouble holding onto it, squeezing it harder when she wasn’t stroking.  And she would deliberately stroke me just to the point of orgasm and then stop often squeezing the base of my cock.  She would tell me not to orgasm yet.  Not yet, she would scold me, and tell me to stop moving as I arched my back with the tension.

Then she would use that gorgeous body of hers to tease me.  Rubbing her tits in my face, sometimes letting me suck on her nipples and sometimes making me keep my head still.  She would rub her tits all over parts of my body including my cock.  She would tit fuck me while I was on my back and look up at me with the sexiest eyes.  Watching me to see if I got too excited.  Occasionally, looking down into her tits and licking my head as it appeared through her tits.  But slowly.  She always rubbed me slowly and I would often try to speed my movement, but from her dominant lying position she would back off and take a strong hold of my cock.  I had to wait, she said.  I had to learn how to hold it so that when I was inside of her I could last a lot longer than I do now.  I had to wait and learn to control it.

She would torture me like this for hours.  Sometimes she would tie me down on the bed with my hands and legs spread and with a silk tie tied around my neck to keep my head still.  She would then sit her pussy on my face and tease me and then let me eat her.  She has such a sweet wet pussy.  She would let herself get excited and then put other parts of her beautiful body to my lips.  Her nipples for a while.  She would stand up, straddle my chest and wiggle her ass at me.  Watching my cock, she would lower her ass toward my face and let me kiss one cheek, then the other, and then her crack.  Wide open crack.  She would move to her knees and lay in a sixty nine but her head would be hanging above my crotch and she would tickle me with her hair, especially by draping it over my balls and moving it around.  She positioned her ass so that I was licking her rear and her pussy but she would not let me get to her clit.  After playing this way for awhile she would lay her soaking wet pussy fully in my face so that I could find the edge of that clittie of hers.

As she was coming all over my face she lifted away from my cock and grabbed it at the base, trying to suppress all of my movements.  Her dripping pussy soaking my cheeks and chin.  Even as she rested her head on my leg, her hair was generating a lot of excitement for me, its silky softness falling across the stretched length of my rigid cock.   I always feel macho when a woman pours her orgasm out on top of my face, even though I was tied up in five places.  Her hand became a sixth tie and her tight fisted grip on the base of my shaft kept my skin pulled tight.  My cock tried to rub its length over something other than air but I could only get a teasing hip movement, arching my back, straining against her grip.  

Chapter 2

I always came just before she would put it in her.  She recovered from her orgasm (I think it was her third of the night) playing with my cock using her long silky hair.  The gentleness of her sweeping movement induced me to lie still or almost still.  As I relaxed, so did her grip. 

She lifted up and moved her torso so that she sat on my chest and fondled my balls.  She leaned forward, sticking her ass in the air, and started her slow lick on my cock.  Kissing the tops of my legs and in between my legs, gently on my balls. Her hair raining down all over my groin and crotch and hips.  I was completely at full attention.  She told me that she wanted to fuck me for awhile.  But that she only wanted to feel me inside her for a short time.  I shouldn’t cum, she said.  She’d only do it for a short time.  I could rest in between fucks.  She said we should do this about 5 or 6 times.  Short ones, as training.  She moved her hips to perch over my cock and she was guiding it with her hand.  I wanted to be in her so badly. 

My throat was so dry and I was straining against the tie around my neck.  My whole body was tensing up.  Her hand was rubbing my cock guiding it to her hole.  He stuck the very tip into the center and began to roll it around the rim of her opening.  I thrust my hips up and slid in an inch.  She quickly pulled off of me and told me to calm down.  Don’t move your hips anymore.  She then lowered her pussy right down on top of my cock.  It’s wetness engulfing me.  She moved slowly and I could feel the exquisite sliding of her sugar walls around all sides of my head.  I started to come with that first stroke and I thrust my hips trying to go faster.  She knew it was too late to stop and she went faster, accommodating my needs but still just a bit slower than my hips were begging for.  I had a huge orgasm that had been building all night. 

She told me I still had a lot of training to do as we cuddled.  Without letting her body move from mine she undid the ties on my hands and neck.  She was wonderful.

Chapter 3

This time she didn’t use any oil.  We were visiting some friends.   A couple.  They got up early and left to do some errands.  They said they might be as long as an hour because of the Saturday crowds in the stores.  We were staying on the sofabed in their living room and we got partially dressed and shared coffee with our friends before they headed out.  Melissa then got me over to the sofa bed which was right in front of their picture window.  She opened the curtains wide and started working her magic.  The pajamas she was wearing come right off in one sexy movement.  Her tie slippers were all that was left.  What if one of their neighbors sees us, I protested.  No problem, they’ll think its Jack and Louise, she said.

She quickly had my PJ’s off and started nibbling all over my body.  She made me lie on my back on the bed.  She let me touch her but only if I barely touched her – no grabbing or clutching she said.  I was to relax.  With only an hour this was to be a mere exercise in control.  She kissed me all over while as I lay still and used her hand to play with my cock.  She was standing next to the bed and her mouth could easily land anywhere along my body that she wanted.  And her hair and her kisses landed everywhere, including on my shaft.  She licked it and sucked it into her mouth.  Always slowly; always with a sensual lust simmering in her being.  She had my shaft straining at its skin.  She told me she thought she saw someone walking by.  Yes, it was a woman and her dog.  She stood aside so that if she looked, the girl could see my elongated cock, her hand pointing it upward at the base.  Neither of us knew whether she saw us because we didn’t want to be caught looking at her and admitting we knew she was there.

She passed and Melissa wondered aloud how long it would be before she came back.  She said we still had a half hour left unless, of course, they were wrong about the crowded stores.  The idea of being caught excited me.  Now she straddled me saying she wanted to have my cock positioned at the entrance to her cunt, so the woman with the dog could see its full length when she returned.  She was grabbing the tip of my cock and she could tell I was almost cumming.  Not yet, she said sternly, not yet.

She was huddled up holding herself in her own arms.  Sleeping.  Her soft smooth porcelain skin stretching out from the sleeves of her tshirt, folding hands under her chin.  Her blonde hair folded on the pillow surrounding her face.  Soft, wavy, inviting me. Her forehead a bit shiny in the heat yet her expression was angelic.  Without fear, without doubt, dreaming in another world.  I could watch her sleeping forever.

I looked at her slim youthful body half exposed by the sheer white sheet.  I marveled at the precision of her feet like one would a newborn’s.  She rolled over, her leg and rounded haunch exposed as her tshirt slid slightly up.  Marvelous.  Exciting.  There was no question that I had the sensibilities of a man trapped in the body of a woman.  How I lusted after the female form.  How this woman excited me so.  My eyes slowly surveyed the line of her nude leg and the crack of her ass.  Desire erupted within me as I continued to look at her sleeping form.  I reveled in the passion I felt.  Reveled in the sight of her.

Thoughts filled my mind tempting me to act on them.  And so I did, touching her leg, rubbing it from end to ass slowly as she woke.  She stirred slightly as I put my mouth on her calf and kissed in little traveling kisses up her leg along her thigh and onto her plump cheek.  With one hand I tossed the sheet aside exposing her bottom half.  She was awake mostly but lay spread on her stomach patiently waiting on my ministrations.  My hands roamed the small of her back as my face worked its way around her backside.  I knew my hair with its long soft tufts tickled her hips as I moved from side to side touching her curves with my opening and closing lips.  Only another woman could truly understand what excited a woman. 

I put each of my hands on each of her cheeks and spread them so I could kiss the inside of her sensitive crack.  She loved it when I played in there and I knew it.  Placing my face into between her rounded orbs, I touched her lightly with my tongue, running from the top down to the bottom. When I moved my tongue along he length of her crack I ran my tongue over her brown hole as though I didn’t know it was so much more sensitive than the rest.  I just flitted across it going down and then quickly ran back up and over her hole again. Then I blew air from deep in my lungs – warm air – down her crack and across her hole.  Followed by more licking and tongue touching, dropping moisture to be air dried.

Kelly was now moaning her approval of my face in her ass.  She was fully awake although perhaps by choice still dreaming.  I put my hands under her hips to encourage her to lift her ass higher in the air and she responded immediately by getting p on her knees.  In this position I could put my whole face in her ass and move my hands around to the lips of her pussy.  My tongue was fully engaged on, around and in her hole now.  After the first few licks all the musty odor was replaced with my own saliva and I licked her without hesitation.  I pushed my tongue in and out of her and felt the muscle that surrounded her hole first tighten and then relax.  As I worked on her I could feel her rear opening open wider as if inviting me in farther.

At the same time I rubbed the front of her pussy with my palm.  I rubbed her clean shaven baby-naked pussy lips.  Gently sliding along her lips and dripping my fingertips in between as I went.  Not too intensely since I knew her primary attention was on my face but rather a rhythmic back and forth spreading my palm across her full lips.  I could feel her lips swelling slowly under my touch. 

It soon was time to turn her over on her back.  She responded easily to my physical suggestion to do so – a sign of two people who have had enough sex to know what to expect from one another.  My face remained below her waist and my hair swirled around her hip and onto her groin.  Kelly had an area that was almost too sensitive just inside her hip bones and just below her bikini line.  She had noticeable tan lines on the front but no on her back because she had worn a thong for the last season of sunbathing.  As my hair traced its gentle way across Kelly’s lower stomach, it touched that sensitive area and she involuntarily raised one knee.  I loved the way that Kelly responded to my touch.

 I moved my face onto her pussy lips.  I loved the clean shaven area.  Her aroma was so sweet and her lips were swollen and waiting for my kisses.  My tongue worked its way between her lips and licked up and down the full length of her slit.  At the bottom I could feel the moisture seeping out her opening and at the top was her lovely clit.  Her clit was one of the most prominent clits I had ever held in between my lips.  When it got hard as it was now it was impossible to ignore.  Plump and hard it was almost like sucking on a small fingertip.  On its own I found it poking up between her folds.  Of course, it was too soon to lick it directly or at least to spend a lot of time directly on it.  I preferred to tease her by touching it very gently, kissing just below it and lingering around beside it.  I moved both hands together surrounding the tops of her lips and pulled them apart.  Then I lay my flaccid soft tongue on her clit and moved it so very slowly along it.  I ended the movement with a kiss.  I did this a few times ad I could hear her draw in her breath and let out a moan with each ending kiss.  She was louder and I was slower with each glacial lick.

Now I know there are some guys who are good at eating a woman out, but no guy can compare with a woman on a woman.  Know man can know the intensity of feelings that are encapsulated inside a woman’s lips.  All the intricate nooks and crannies.  All the different places to put different feelings.  Men think it is just another cock only smaller.  Rub it hard and fast.  A woman’s clit is so much more and can be played with in so many different ways.  A woman can experience sex in so many different colors, textures and intensities.  Men have no idea really.  So while I knew that Kelly did men too, I also know that none of them give her the kind of pleasure that I give her.  And for the next hour she received all that I had.

Licking inside her lips, moving down to her wet opening I rolled my tongue inside her. Pushing it inside and rolling it around the edge of her opening.  I moved one hand down to penetrate her pussy with my fingers.  The other moved over so the thumb was on one side and the remaining fingers were on the other side of her clit.  This hand kept the pressure on opening the top of her lips exposing her protruding clit.  With the other I inserted one finger tip and rubbed it along the entrance to her cunt.  I know a lot of women don’t like that word but when my face is down between the legs of another woman, the word seems perfect to me.  If I don’t say it, I think it.  Slurping her cunt, poking her cunt, kissing her cunt.  I had one finger in her and she was predictably sopping wet. 

As I felt her opening widen I moved two fingers inside of her.  With two fingers I went after her g-spot.  I ran my fingers up against her spot, pressing its rippled surface against the roof of her cunt.  She was very responsive to this and I rubbed up and down a finger on each side of her slightly protruding spot, thrusting like a perfect man might.  A man who had a dual tubed and thickly girthed cock.  I thrust harder and faster but just before she could focus on her orgasm I slowed down and kissed and sucked on her clit.  I could feel her attention shift and after sucking and kissing for a little bit I could feel her focusing again and getting ready to explode.  Again I would shift.  Giving up on her clit I would begin moving my fingers inside of her against her g-spot.  Each time I shifted she would refocus her attention quicker and so the switching became faster and faster.  Her hands were gripping fistfuls of my hair.  And I began to overlap so there were periods when I was finger thrusting and licking, sucking and kissing. 

Kelly was completely in another world, concentrating on the intense feelings emanating from all of her various parts.  When she exploded in an orgasm it was incredibly intense.  She let out a loud moan that anyone who heard would have known what happened.  I could feel and explosion of juice from inside her pussy, filling her and pouring out her opening.  I continued to touch her but had to back off of the intensity to match her tolerance level.  And I was very good at slowing down, allowing Kelly her space while she came, yet not completely withdrawing.  After a few minutes I kissed her clit gently and her whole body shook.  A few minutes after that I did it again.

Kelly grabbed my head and lifted me off of her lap.  She drew me up to her face and kissed me passionately, gratefully, thankfully.  It filled me with warmth.  Her wet juices played between our lips, her aroma still wafting my nostrils.  She hugged me tight and I could feel our breasts pressing against one another.  Her hard nipples slid around until they found mine.  I loved mushy breast hugging.  My head found the nook of her neck and I settled into a cuddle while I hear her say, “Good morning, my darling.”  And I felt so right with the world and so in love.

It was a first class hotel.  15 stories of modern materials.  The balcony we had on the 8^th floor was ample and fitted easily with two lounge chairs.  The balcony was on the right inside half of the “L” shaped hotel so it faced in a sideways fashion all the balconies on the left side.  Both sets of balconies were facing west and in this gentle paradise the sunsets were spectacular.

We stood on the balcony waiting for the spectacle to begin, having just finished refreshing showers.  The sun and sand of the afternoon was now a warm memory.  The afternoon was cooling down but it was still a very comfortable temperature.  I had my arm around her waist, the two of us melting into each other.  It had been a great day.  I turned my head and gave her a thankful peck on the lips.  Followed by a longer gentle kiss of lips contacting.  Then endless kisses quick and long and constantly moving across on another.  Feeling the depth of the other person’s passion.  Focusing on each other.

We paused and looked at the sand and the ocean and the softly falling sun.  I looked over her shoulder and saw a number of other couples populating the balconies randomly.  Like us they were mostly huddled together at the railings looking west.  I whispered in Emma’s ear.  Would she like to live out a fantasy down here in the middle of paradise where no one knew here?  What did I have in mind, she asked.  Her fantasy about doing it in front of others who were watching.  She jerked just slightly.  OO, I don’t think I could actually do it!  But tell me more.  What did you have in mind?

Instead of answering her, I began to kiss her neck.  I knew she found that very sexy.  I blew kisses on the back of her neck and along the large muscle on the side of her neck up under her ear.  We faced each other and I gave her a tight hug pressing her breasts up against my chest.  The kissing lingered and got both of our engines running, her body squirming against mine.  She was wearing a little summer shift dress and my hands easily reached under the hem and began to rub the back of her legs and her panty covered ass.  “People can see us doing this,” I murmured.  She nuzzled my neck as if to hide her shyness.  “In fact, I can see one of the couples watching us.  He’s pointing at us as I’m rubbing your ass.”  Something about the idea appealed to her. 

“Let me play,” I said and I moved a little to her side.  Still standing I could now rub her ass with one hand and moved the other to her braless breast.  I kissed her shoulder.  The sun was beginning to set among the distant clouds and the colors were ablaze with light.  “Relax,” I said and she began to go limp as my hands roamed over her body.  I moved one hand under her dress and all the way up to her breasts lifting her dress to her waist.  I looked over her shoulder and scanned the crowd.  There was about 4 couples on various balconies and at least two of them were watching us pretty intently.  On another balcony there were two young women calling a couple more women in from the room and pointing us out.  One of the women quickly returned inside with a disgusted look on her face but the remaining three continued to watch.

I put one hand inside the top of her panties and she gave me a small protest as I slid them half way down her ass.  “Why not?  There are only adults here and we will never see these people after we leave.  It’ll just be our little secret.  There is no better time.”  My roaming hands were now both inside her panties, one in front and the other in back.  I gently began rubbing a few fingers across her public patch and I could feel she was warm and moist.  Burying my head in her breasts, I slowly began to peel her panties over her rounded mounds and down her silky legs. She sighed her physical approval although I sensed her mind was still uncertain.  

My head flowed down the front of her dress as my hands removed her panties from her legs.  She willingly helped step out of them.  I told her to sit in the lounge chair and when she did, I spread her legs with slow strokes up the inside of both or her thighs.  Her dress still retained some of her modesty, but her legs were totally exposed.   She was looking down on me and put her hands in my hair as I began to kiss her thighs.  She moved closer to the edge of the chair – an invitation to sup, which I accepted, putting my head into her crotch.  As I did, her head rolled back in anticipation and sexual tension.  Her eyes closed.  I began to lick her pussy and open her lips.  I grazed her clit and she shuddered.  The bottom of her dress stayed behind when she edged forward and I took both hands and moved them up her body lifting her dress and squeezing her full breasts and pinching her hard nipples.  While her dress still covered my hands and her breasts, she was now naked from her midriff down in the twilight.

We seemed to be ignoring the others on the balcony but their presence was undeniable and we were both were well aware of them.  I kept my hand lightly pressed on her pussy and I moved my head next to hers.  “Don’t keep your eyes closed.  Tell me who is watching and describe them to me.”  I again returned my face to her crotch.  I looked up at her and she had her head back and her eyes half opened, looking around.  She told me there were 5 balconies with couples on them and one with 4 girls.  The girls were giggling and talking loudly to one another but we couldn’t make out what they were saying.  She told me that one of the other couples watching us were also getting quite frisky.  Looking around seemed to raise her excitement and I began to lick her clit faster without putting too much pressure on it.  She arched her back and pushed her crotch into my face and grabbed a handful of my hair.  It wasn’t long before she was whimpering out loud, flooding my face with her juices. 

As she settled back into the chair I snuggled in between her thighs and soon moved up and kissed her face, neck, and mouth in short staccato pecks.  Your turn she said.  Don’t go away.  And she jumped up and went into the room.  I sat in the chair.  I wanted to look at the others who were watching to stare onto their faces, but I was afraid I’d scare them off so I pretended to look into the fading sunset and I used as much of my peripheral vision as I could.  I saw one couple break up with her going inside and him staying out.  They were the easiest to see since they were just one floor up and at the end section of the “L”.  Then I spotted the couple below us by a floor, sitting in their lounge chairs, taking in the entire scenery.

Emma returned with a couple of towels and some oil.  She had put the light on in the room helping to keep extra light on the balcony as the white sunless skies predicted the oncoming dark.  She placed the towel in front of my feet and knelt on it.  Are you ready, big boy, to show off your stuff, she challenged.  With that she untied the string belt on my shorts and removed them with my jockeys in one slow sexy slide.

I want to extend it.  That feeling that comes through the sensitive part of my cock.  That feeling that wants to keep my hips moving. That wants to keep the flesh along my shaft rubbing.  Rubbing in an effortless rhythm.  The rhythm I know can take over all of my feelings and all of my mind and drive me relentlessly toward an explosion.  The explosion that so satisfies me.  It is the trip that I love the best.  The part of the journey that says ‘don’t stop’.  When nothing else matters but the feeling.  And so I torture myself in order to extend that feeling. I stop and wiggle my hips and try to calm my aching cock.  I do. My stiff rod yearns to continue and I stop but only for a short while before I rub it again. 

There is no pain or anxiety.  Only a thousand thoughts running through my mind.  Of me and you.  Your nakedness.  Your sweet pussy in my mouth.  Sopping.  I am also thinking of her and letting her watch us.  Watch me while I masturbate, here in my bed as I am doing between words.  The words slow me down and torture me. Such sweet torture.  Nasty thoughts enter my mind.  Please accept that they are not all of you.  It is especially sweet to have your acceptance and to feel your imaginary hand pet me tenderly.  Understandingly.  Of human frailties and desperate powerful lusting needs.  I feel your acceptance and hear your voice whisper a mother’s OK.

My rod is hard and strong and I love it like this.  Would you like to see it?  Would you like to watch me masturbate?  Can I show it to the world?  Can we get all the women in my life together and let them watch.  All the women who I have lusted after.  Let each one come and give me a kiss while I masturbate for them.  In a public place.  And as I think of the most outlandish circumstance, those feelings overcome me.  An image or two; a possible encounter or two; enters, takes over and makes me explode.  Once, twice, three times before a pause.  Then again and again.  And once more. 

How completely satisfied I feel for the moment and how utterly tired.  I think I will just cuddle here with myself for a few.  Appreciate the tingling.  Enjoy the warmth.  Dream the best of dreams.  Just for a few.

That (Part 1) was a few months ago.  They’ve had many more dates and he always treated her well especially in bed.  But bed was not the sole basis for their relationship.  They enjoyed each other’s company.  They shared a similar sense of humor.  And found support from each other in the various trials of their daily life.

But the sex was changing.  Slowly, gradually.  He suggested that she get more in touch with her wantonness.  At first she didn’t know what he meant, but there was no question that sex was more in her thoughts than ever before.  She wanted it, looked forward to it, and even fantasized about it in ways she never did before.  She found his imagination stimulating in a way that he got her thinking about things she had never thought of doing.  And he didn’t just do it; he planted the seed, made her think about it first, imagining how it would eventually be.  He made her desire sex, want it, in ways she never had before.

He told her that she needed to get more in touch with her sexual side and suggested that she let him tie her up.  The first time they simply pretended that she was tied up and he played with her.  She was instructed not to move or touch him.  She found it quite exciting.  Any responsibility that she might have had for satisfying him was removed.  He told her to just enjoy herself and not worry about his satisfaction.  After all, she was supposed to be tied up.  He seemed to enjoy himself.  He got off on her excitement.  So she agreed to being actually tied up.  She did after all trust him by now.

They began with a shower and she was as active in the washing and caressing as he was.  It was something they had done a few times before and both enjoyed the slippery suds rubbing all the parts of their bodies.  After they toweled each other off, he brought her into the bedroom and told her to lie on the bed on her stomach.  He lit a candle and turned off the lights.  The straps were already connected to the four corners of the bed.  He fastened two inch wide velcroed cuffs around her wrists and ankles.  The cuffs had a number of small leather circles attached to them.  Once the cuffs were in place he pulled the straps through the circles in her ankle cuffs and pulled the straps tight around the bedposts.  This opened her legs wide but not so much that it was uncomfortable.  He then fastened her wrists and stretched these straps.  She couldn’t move (maybe wiggle a little) but wasn’t being stretched.

He straddled her and softly ran his fingertips over her back.  He followed that by dipping his head and letting his loose hair fall on her back.  His straight hair just cleaned and dried felt soft and furry.  He moved his hair around her back.  She liked the soft flowing sensation.  He then moved it down to her butt and tickled her moving around it and into her crack.  She clenched her butt cheeks without thinking about it – kind of a reflex.  He turned his face up and began to kiss her behind, around the curve of her cheeks and eventually in her crack.  His hands each rested on one of her still supple buns.  He pushed on them and then pulled them open.  His warm breath floated across her tight little brown opening.  Licking it, then blowing a breath across it, she could feel each drop evaporate.

He then left her for a second and returned with massage oil and began to massage her.  He had done this before and she liked it.  This time he was gentler than normal and moved across her body with his hands slowly.  He began at her neck and moved to her shoulders and arms, then her back.  After finishing her lower back, he turned around and worked on her legs.  The openness of her legs from the straps allowed him to use both hands and surround each leg as he did them one at a time.  Then he repositioned himself and liberally using the oil spread his hands over her behind.  He rocked her hips slightly and she wondered if he knew it caused friction on her clit as it rubbed on the taut sheet beneath her.  His hands also found their way between her cheeks and slowly moved across her hole.  God, she liked that!

It was time to turn over and he came up with four more straps.  He crossed them over from the opposite bedpost and wrapped up her arms and legs again, before removing the first ties.  Was this really necessary, she thought?  It seemed a bit extreme to her.  She certainly wasn’t objecting to the massage.  After removing the original ties, there was enough slack for her to obey his order to turn over and as soon as she did, he tightened up the straps again opening her legs wide.  She realized that if she had wanted to object or stop, she wouldn’t be able to do so, on her own.  For a second it made her wonder what else he had in mind that such control was necessary.

She realized that he seemed to be a master at this and knew exactly how to manipulate and change the straps to keep her completely in his control at all times.  She didn’t think that was so bad, so far.  All she felt from being tied up was this strange sense of freedom.  The irony of it didn’t escape her.  He could do with her as he pleased and she would just revel in the sensations, the feelings that he treated her to.  She didn’t have to worry about satisfying him or being fair or balanced in her giving and taking.  Being tied up; helpless to do anything, relieved her of any responsibility for his pleasure.  It was all about her.  Once in a while this serenity was interrupted with a thought of what he could do to her if he was mean or what intentions he might have that she would not want to comply with.

He left her on the bed for a second and returned with a small bag.  From it he took one of the blindfolds that they pass out on overnight airplane flights and he placed it over her head and eyes.  He left the room and left her to wonder what was next.  She was a little uncomfortable but reminded herself that she trusted him and that he had promised there would be no pain involved.  When he returned he began to massage her front.  Spreading the oil on her neck and working his way down.  He used two hands on her breasts and worked them with lots of oil like one might work a lump of clay on a spinning wheel.  He massaged her stomach and then as on her back, he turned around and began massaging her legs.  As he straddled her, she could feel his hard naked erection on her stomach. 

When he finished with her legs, he took the bottle of oil and let it drip onto her pussy.  It seemed like he poured a lot on to her and he began massaging it in.  Again his strokes were slow and smooth.  Both hands on the outer side of her pussy rubbing the place where her legs meet her torso.  Then using one hand over her mound he went particularly slowly, not obviously trying to be sexual.  Lots of oil and a slow stroke, though, began to get her juices flowing.  He moved his hips back a bit and pressed his hard cock between her breasts rubbing slowly in the slippery oil.  He stopped rubbing with his palm and began to run one finger along her oily slit.  He playfully ran a few quick circles around her clit and she realized that she would quickly come to a climax.  As her breathing increased, he slowed his movement and left the area of her clit.  She wanted him to touch her more.  She was ready.  He returned to her clit and began flicking his fingertip quickly under it.  Ooohh, she was going to come.  And he stopped again.  He was deliberately teasing her.

But it was too late for her and she had an orgasm but without his stimulation.  It was perhaps the smallest, least exciting orgasm she ever had.  A tiny spurt of an orgasm, no waves, no lapse into sexual unconsciousness.  She didn’t really enjoy it.  And it seemed to her like he was deliberately stopping when he knew she was ready.  She was confused.  She tried to move – to roll over but the restraints, which she had momentarily forgotten about, wouldn’t let her.  She told him she wanted to get out of the straps but he told her not yet.  Not nearly yet, in fact. 

He left her tied up while he left the bed and had a cigarette.  She didn’t realize when he finished but suddenly she felt his face gently slide between her legs.  It’s too late now, she thought, I just had an orgasm.  But he snuggled his face in between her opened legs and began to lick at the oil around her pussy.  Soon he was licking her slit and wafting his tongue over her clitoris.  After a few minutes of contact with her clit, she could feel herself getting warm and wet again.  His tongue began to move around her clit in the steady rhythmic way that she liked.  It surprised her how quickly she was getting excited the second time.  Much quicker than normally.  And it felt very nice as he worked her over.  Intense.  He stopped the steady motion and began to kiss her vaginal lips in slow succulent movements.  It was almost calming and felt good.  He moved down to the bottom of her slit and pushed his tongue inside her, more than a few times.

He moved away and she felt new straps being placed under her knees.  The straps on her ankles were loosened and the new straps tightened, causing her legs to be pulled toward the headboard, above her.  It left her pussy open and pointing itself to the world.  Even though she couldn’t see herself with the blindfold on, it made her feel whore-ish, slutty and dirty.

He replaced his face in her pussy, kissing it like he would her face, moving around to different places on the pussy platter in front of him.  He then worked his way lower and found her back hole.  She was embarrassed to have her pussy on display like this and when he breathed his warm breath over her asshole, she was completely mortified.  But it did feel good.  She had never had so much attention paid to her genital area and he was finding sensitivities that she didn’t know she had.  Somehow having him play with her asshole no matter how good it felt seemed wrong.  She told him to stop.  She said no, not that – in a soft unconfident voice and he ignored her.  There was still oil over her butt and he rubbed his finger down and in her crack while he blew hot breath and quick licks from his tongue.

His finger inserted itself slowly into her ass.  Very slowly, with a back and forth movement.  Each time increasing the depth he penetrated ever so slightly.  Her anus was relaxing to his touch and seemed to be wide open to his probing.  He was moving deep within her now and working his finger in a circle like he was trying to widen her opening and it seemed to be working.  He stopped and she heard him fumble in his bag and then put a larger object at the entrance to her hole.  She instinctively clenched her anus, which was difficult to do in this position.  Yet the object slid in easily with a little extra lubrication he had put on it.  Its shape was such that when it was inserted her anus closed around the end of it and held it in.  It felt locked into place so that it wouldn’t go any deeper and wouldn’t come out.

It felt odd to her at first and he moved the part the stuck out side to side causing the part inside to move an even greater distance inside of her.  He licked her pussy again and moved the butt plug around eventually working his tongue up to her clit for a few quick licks.  He avoided his usual consistent rhythm around her clit and just continued to tease her.

Again into his bag and he took out a very small bottle of a special oil – a peppermint oil.  He put it on his finger and applied it to each of her nipples.  The oil was hot.  Or felt hot causing her a burning sensation on the delicate tips of each breast.  They hardened to resist the burn.  Or was it cold?  Could it be ice?  Whatever, it certainly made her nipples feel like someone was constantly touching them and she alternated between thinking there was a candle on them to an ice cube.

He then released the straps on her knees one at a time and returned her legs to her original position, tightening those straps to spread her legs apart.  It felt good to her to have the stress of the stretching of her legs above her head ended.  And as each leg relaxed the plug seemed to get larger in her ass or so it seemed from the new angle.  Laying on her backside it seemed to penetrate deeper.  She heard him fumble in his bag again and he placed his hand over her mound.  A vibrating sound broke the silence and the hand on her mound started to vibrate slightly.  He apparently was pressing the vibrator onto the top of his hand.  Or maybe it was one of those vibrators designed to vibrate the hand.  Some slight remnants of the peppermint oil were still on his fingers and were being transferred to various places in between her legs and inside her lips.

His hand vibrated in between her legs and he moved it up and down the crevice between her legs.  After doing this for a few minutes, he lifted her ass with one hand and put his vibrating hand against the bottom of her ass.  He had her ass lifted up off the bed and pushing back on his vibrating hand.  She could feel his hand sending its vibrations into the butt plug in her ass.  A wave came over her from hip to the top of her legs.  A wave that relaxed every internal muscle she had.  She imagined that it was like having an enema and a douche at the same time. 

He placed a pillow under her ass, removed his vibrating hand. He began using just his vibrating fingers – poking and prodding her crevices.  Then he reached for the part of the butt plug that was sticking out and rolled it slowly in a circle.  She could feel the circular motion the most at its deepest penetration but her relaxed muscles enjoyed it. 

When he finished, he removed the straps and turned her over telling her to get on her knees and put her hands down by her sides.  He then strapped her wrists to her ankles and pushed her legs apart a bit.  Again she felt slutty.  Her face was lying on the pillow and her ass was in the air, spread open with some sort of a rod sticking out of it.  It was a bit humiliating but warmed her pussy in a strange way.  He got on the bed behind her and began playing with the plug again.  His circular motions coincided with a slow withdrawal of the plug and she could feel it circulating through each ring of her inner passage. 

As soon as he removed it, he lubricated his cock and slowly slid it into her ass.  She had never had anyone fuck her up the ass before.  She had always thought that ass fucking was something just done by gay men and sodomists, not good people.  The experience was definitely different and she didn’t have the concentration to stop him.  She wondered if he would stop even if she asked.  He moved in and out very very slowly and she could feel her muscles tightening a bit around it.  As he began to speed up her muscles tired of tightening and she gave into his thrusts.  Her nipples were still burning from the oil.  Her wrists still locked to her ankles.

A wave of submissiveness came over her.  “Use me,” she thought, her voice actually began saying. “Ow” softly each time he entered.  He was pounding away at her now, going deeper into her forbidden hole.  He grabbed a fistful of her hair with one hand which reminded her of her subservient place in this lovemaking.  His other hand reached under her waist and played with her oily clit.  The restraints locked her into her position even as he pounded harder.  His hips were slapping against her ass.  Her g-spot was being affected somehow and there was this overwhelming sense of sluttiness that came over her.  She was such a shy girl grown into a woman. She had never talked about anal sex, never done it, hardly ever thought about it.  Now she was fully enjoying this pounding in her rear, feeling used, abused.  Giving in to her worst wanton feelings.  Her mind told her she shouldn’t like this but her body had given in.  She was being submissive to the temptations of Satan and that made it more exciting for her. 

It was all a bit too exciting for her.  She started to cum in a huge orgasmic spurt.  Too much liquid she thought.  So much, and synchronized with her pulsating orgasms, the spurts gave way to shudders as she realized he was coming with her.  She couldn’t stop the gushing liquid.  She spurt, she lengthened her ‘ows’, she shuddered and shook.  She was slightly aware of his hot spray inside of her reminding her that he was in a different hole.

Her arms still locked to her ankles, he gently laid her on her side in a fetal position and kissed her on the cheek and neck and back as she wafted back to reality.  This would be all for tonight.  But she knew this was just the beginning of new direction in their sex life together.

She was really a very shy girl and now as a woman she still had trouble dealing with men.  It wasn’t that she was unattractive, the opposite, in fact.  She was beautiful and her shyness was brought about, in part, because she developed plump breasts so young.  Her ample breasts attracting unwanted attention when all the other girls were still in T-shirts.  Walking through the cafeteria line at school became an embarrassing column of eyes all focused on her chest and snickers when she walked by.  Even now she found herself conflicted.  As a mature 40 year old, sex was still uncomfortable.  She couldn’t explain it.  Didn’t really understand it, but had learned to accept it.

She met Dan at a club and they had seen each other four or five times.  He was a very attractive and successful man a few years younger than her.  She knew tonight it would be required to invite him in for a drink at the end of the date and while she had done this before, tonight would be the night she “put out” or else he would lose interest.  And it wasn’t like that really.  She found him attractive.  They clicked.  She liked his sense of humor and they shared a lot of the same interests.  It was just that all men seemed to expect more of her than she was interested in giving when it came to sex.  Her sex drive just seemed lower than the men.  It wasn’t that she wasn’t willing to give.  It was just that she often found herself in a lose-lose situation where she lost them if she didn’t invite them up; she lost them if she brought them up and turned them down; and she lost them if she gave it up too easily. 

Tonight for dinner she wore an attractive summer dress that slipped over the curves of her hips and it drew the appropriate compliments from him.  At the end of the night she invited him up to her bedroom, and they lay together fully dressed and kissed each other.  His tongue rolled playfully around the inside of her lips and tickled the roof of her mouth.  He caressed her breasts with a gentle pushing and squeezing.  He seemed to have good hands and a sensitivity that she liked in her men.  He kissed her sensually along the side of her neck, behind her ear and along her shoulder – at least as much as he could get with her dress on.  She found this exciting, particularly the mixture of his warm breath and wet kisses along her neck.  His hands slid along her legs but he was taking his time and resisted reaching for her crotch area.  There was something she found exciting about lying next to him with her dress up above her panty line, even though he couldn’t see much in the near total darkness. 

She suggested a change of lighting and got up brought a candle to the bedside and lit it.  As she was sitting on the bed turning off the light, he sat behind her and ran his hands along the length of both sides, kissing the back of her neck.  She let herself relax under his kiss.  He suggested a few less clothes and tugged gently on the bottom of dress.  She lifted her hips and quickly her dress went over the top of her head and as they remained sitting with him behind her.  He moved his body away a bit as his face placed kisses around her shoulders and back.  He unhooked her bra as he kissed her, slid the straps off of her shoulders and his hands found their way to the front of her bra.  As he removed the bra his hands cupped both breasts.  They were only a handful now since she had had them reduced.  Once in awhile she wondered if the men in her life would have liked her to keep them at their original size, but she was glad every day that her breasts were now a more normal size.  It was hard to tell if her back hurt less as a result but she liked to think it did.  He continued spooning her from behind, his kisses on her neck and his hands on her breasts until her nipples became tight, stretched and more sensitive to his gentle caresses.

She turned around toward him, feeling uncomfortable that she was in just her panties and he was still fully dressed.  She asked him to remove his clothes while she stretched out and watched him.  When he was down to his shorts, he kissed her on her legs – first on one then the other, back and forth between them.  She felt that he wanted her to open her legs but in new relationships she was always too shy to just open them up.  It was as though she would be giving into her wanton desires in an unladylike way.  Deep down she was so afraid of becoming a slut.  He moved past her panties and kissed her on her belly and she reached down with her hands urging him to return to her face, which he did.

He kissed her rather hungrily around her face and neck while his body lay on top of hers.  She liked the feeling of his body on hers, crushing her slightly with his nudeness.  She was getting more turned on by this kissing then the kissing of her legs.  He was turned on too and she could feel the hardness between his legs rock over her mound.  Her legs did open now to his movement.  Her conflicts were beginning to disappear.  She was touching his back and feeling his rather pronounced muscles.  They were large and hard and smooth and it was exciting her just to touch them.  He moved down a bit on her and kissed her nipple, holding her breast firm with one hand.   His body moved slightly off of her and his other hand gently ran across her panties and in between her legs.  A finger found the slit below the cotton and it ran slowly up and down her swelling lips.  He returned to kissing her lips and she actively returned the caress of his lips.  She was enjoying his ministrations around her moistening pussy.

His fingers slid under the edge of her panties and he pulled them to one side.  His whole palm pressed against her naked mound and crept slowly downward.  A fingertip played with the opening to her tunnel, just rimming a circle around the edge, picking up some moisture and pulling it up into her slit.  Again repeated.  And again.  Only entering her tunnel to the depth of one knuckle.  In and out; up and down.  Then he stayed, playing in her hole, hooking his finger in deeper and stretching it – first this way and then that way.  He followed with a few deep thrusts into her tunnel but before she could get into a rhythm, he left her tunnel and moved along her slit toward her clitoris.  She was feeling good and ready to give into her feelings.  Her feelings that she really was a slut.  Her feelings that she was about to let this man who she knew slightly have his way with her.  His manipulating hand felt so good. 

His finger barely touched the end of her clit and he began a flicking movement right at its edge.  Like the flame of the candle next to her bed his finger brushed quickly and lightly across her way too sensitive clitoris.  This motion immediately drove her crazy.  Her hips started to move as he kept up the rhythm, working a little faster each time but never putting much pressure on it despite the fact that her thrusting hips caused his finger to move around slightly.  She was cumming and she wondered if she should try to hide it.  It was so quick yet although she knew she could have multiple orgasms, she just didn’t want him to think their lovemaking was over.  He seemed to sense this and kissed her in a sensitive spot just below her ear burying his face into the nook of her shoulder and neck, while she let out a long obvious moan. 

His hand stopped moving as she finished cumming but it stayed resting against her mound.  She started to say something and he cut her off with a kiss on the lips.  His hand moved caressingly over her crotch not focussing on her hotspots but calming her.  And then along the insides of her thighs and the kisses began again.  He certainly was not stopping.   She kissed him gratefully.  He began to move his face down her body kissing her sides and nipples and breasts.  As he continued lower he pulled her panties down along her legs.  She put her legs together to make it easier.  Again his face was in her stomach and approaching her pussy.  She wondered why she felt so embarrassed to have a man put his face in between her when she loved it so much once it was going.  Of course, some men were better than others, but she was pretty sure he would be great.  Nonetheless, she waited for him to open her legs rather than volunteer what she wanted.  His face felt wonderful in between her legs as he kissed each inner thigh and placed kisses around her pussy before focussing on any particular spot.  His tongue licked the length of her slit and opened it up.  Up and down his tongue moved depositing additional moisture to the area, especially over her clit.  Her hands were gripping the strong muscular of his shoulders – her fingertips pressing in the crevices between them.

He made his tongue loose and flat and ran it over her clit putting more moisture on it.  She couldn’t tell if it was her moisture or his, because she was sure leaking plenty of moisture on her own.  She loved what his tongue was doing, licking in a circular motion around her clitoris and along its sides.  Steady, constant, to an unheard beat.  Her hips were rocking to a slow beat almost without her being conscious of it.  Actually consciousness was rather hard for her to find at the moment because all she could think or feel was about his tongue and her clit.  She was going to come again and felt a little guilty that he was doing all the work but she was not going to interrupt him. 

On their dates when he would talk about sex, he would always brag about how good he was.  She realized he wasn’t just bragging.  And he hit the spot again.  Wow.  She was going to explode and she moaned loudly.  Suddenly he wrapped his lips around her clit and began to suck on it just as another orgasmic wave enveloped her.  Ohhh.  Her hips arched up.  And as her hips started to relax back to the bed a fingertip in her ass (oh god) making her quickly arch again.  And this time she was spent and she had to get some space between them.  She became too sensitive to his touch.  He complied but not before teasing her a bit with a tickle here and there.  And she was very ticklish.  She pushed him away from her, laughing while she did.

He turned on his side, his back to, toward the outside of the bed and lit a cigarette.  She snuggled up against his body her eyes peeking at his hard on under the boxer shorts.  The cigarette would give her just enough time to relax.  She sniggled against the muscles of his back and slowly caressed him with her hands.  She realized that she often felt as though she had a duty to please a man.  Kind of an unwritten tit for tat.  But right now she felt a strong desire to please him.  She wanted him to feel as good as she did.  She wanted to please him like no other woman had.  She realized she wanted him back early and often.

As he was putting out his cigarette she reached out and gently caressed the length of his cock.  He responded immediately turning slowly toward her touch.  She kissed him along the side of his back and moved slowly toward his crotch.  He lay on his back as she pulled his pole through the slit in his shorts.  She quickly positioned herself over his middle and lowered her mouth over the head of his stiff projectile.  It was quite long but not too thick and she easily brought the top of it into her mouth.  Using her hand and her mouth simultaneously she moved up and down along the shaft.  She was glad that he remained still.  She disliked it when men forced their penis into her mouth by moving their hips in and out.   She was afraid of getting it in too deep and choking.  It had happened before.  He had his hands in her hair but he wasn’t pulling her head, which could have the same effect as pushing his hips.

After about 10 minutes his hands urged her head up to his face and she kissed him.  She preferred sex in the missionary position and she invited him to come inside her, lying on her back while he took off his shorts.  He positioned himself over her but kept his weight on his arms, so that his body floated above her.  He probed her pussy lips with the tip of his prick.  Rocking slightly, he prodded her opening.  Then surprising her, he found her moist slit and ran the soft fleshy tip up to her clit.  She loved the feeling as he moved it up and down along her slit with the head of his cock…  She could feel her juices flowing.  He continued this for some time and quietly laid his weight down on her, never breaking the movement between them.  He reached down and putting his hands under her knees lifted her legs opening her pussy wide.  He positioned his cock at the entrance to her tunnel again and slid it in just an inch, pulling it out.  Back and forth he played with the first inch of her pussy until she wanted more of him in her.  She tried to thrust her hips at him with each movement he made downward.  Her legs were draped over his shoulders and when he leaned forward, he was able to control her rocking and thrusting better than she was.  Nonetheless her attempts and the added friction it created added to both of their abandon.  She was grabbing more and more of him with each thrust.  She could feel the animal in him taking over and the careful manipulator giving way to raw passion.  He was pumping her fast now and nothing was going to stop him.  She was usually a little scared when men lost control in sex.  She had her usual quick flash of being raped then realized how much she was enjoying this, how wet she was.   She hugged his back and his biceps tightly, she was grunting something to encourage him, and she was about to cry.

Previous Parts posted yesterrday and the day before.

KEN’S TURN

“Well, I promised Ken a reward.  Do you want to watch me give him a blow job, Debi?  While you finish your wine.”

Debi didn’t say a word but just watched while her sister moved over to the couch where Ken was and undid his pants.  She pulled them off his legs and left his boxer shorts on.  Ken’s cock was sticking up through the slit in his shorts as his wife wrapped her hand around it.  She put her face in front of it and licked it and kissed it.  Ken found it especially exciting that Debi was watching and he faked closing his eyes while staring at her through the slits.  He was hoping that in this light she couldn’t tell that he was staring, but she knew he was.

Her mouth was now over his cock and she was simultaneously sliding it in and out and using her hand to pull his skin taut.  It didn’t take Ken long to be close to an orgasm, but just before he was ready to cum, she stopped, looked over at Debi and asked her if she wanted a taste.  She declined, but Ken thought was an instigator his wife was and how she loved to tease him.  Her offer got his mind racing as soon as his wife returned her mouth to his cock, he started to cum.  He held the back of her head grabbing handfuls of her long silky hair.  She swallowed the warm hot stuff quickly as he came.  She liked the taste when it was still hot and flowing but she avoided letting it hit the air when it starts to get sticky.  She looked up at Ken as she sucked in the last few drops and then over to Debi.  Debi wondered if she could ever learn to swallow.  She had avoided it so far and it really didn’t appeal to her but the way her sister did it, it seemed so neat.  Ken was leaning back and looked like he could fall asleep at any moment, completely satisfied.  As he drifted between sleep and wake he thought, I’ll have to be the first up tomorrow morning.

THE NEXT MORNING

He woke up early and snuck out of the bed so as not to disturb his wife’s sleep.  Since he slept naked he grabbed a clean pair of boxers and he went into the hall to put them on.  Debi was still in bed and her door was ajar just an inch or so, not enough to allow a view into the room.  He went to the bathroom and then to the kitchen where he make coffee.  He also put some bacon on.  There was nothing he enjoyed more than waking up to the smells of coffee and bacon. 

So he was turning the bacon with one hand and drinking his coffee in the other when Debi emerged from her bedroom fully robed.  “Well aren’t we the early one,” she said as she passed the kitchen on her way to the bathroom.  She was immediately struck by his cute ass, flat stomach and startled by all of his flesh exposed, but she behaved nonchalantly.  He wasn’t a classic bodybuilder type but he was a strapping young man with a fit body if not overly muscular.  She had spent most of the night reliving in her thoughts and her dreams the touches of last night and the experience of entering into some more intimate relationship with her sister and brother-in-law.  Something about the evilness of it turned her on.

In the bathroom, she decided that she would take off her panties and just wear the robe.  While Ken would never know it (probably) she would and it would be exciting for her.  She put the panties in the pocket of the robe and returned to the kitchen.  Her terry cloth robe was wrapped and tied modestly but she didn’t use any of the buttons.  As she poured her coffee, she commented, “So, now that we’ve seen each others private parts, do you plan to wear just your shorts when I’m around.”  He paused for a moment before replying “Yes, seems right to me.”  “Well, don’t get carried away with last night.”

He looked at her with deep probing eyes that roved over her body from her feet slowly up to her face.  Looking her in the face, he said, “I remember every curve on your body, after all I touched every one of them, didn’t I?  You did have a good time last night, didn’t you?  You never even said thanks, you know.”  Standing next to him she leaned forward said thanks and kissed him.  He saw it coming and made sure it landed lip to lip and he put some effort into it.  But both of his hands were occupied so he was unable to control the duration which she made rather short.  The bacon was done and they both sat at the kitchen table, talking and flirting waiting for Ken’s wife to get up.

Debi knew her robe was open across her legs and it she didn’t keep them crossed there’s no telling what he would be seeing.  She frequently re-crossed her legs, quickly putting the robe back in place as it slipped.  When she leaned forward or laughed, the top of the robe billowed open exposing the tops of her firm breasts.  Ken was suggesting to her that she take the robe off since he had already seen her naked and his persistent hardon was obvious in his shorts.  She commented about how much he seemed to be enjoying thinking about seeing her naked again and maybe it was still worth saving it for the right time.  When he got up for a second cup of coffee his cock stuck out in a clownish way and they both were laughing about it when Ken’s wife came into the kitchen to say hi.  She was off to the bathroom and when she returned she seemed to be in a good mood, dressed in a see through silky slip and blue bikini panties.

“Ken was telling me that I now owe him a backrub from last night,” Debi told her.  “I don’t remember that deal, do you?”  “There was no deal, but maybe it would be the courteous thing to do.  Maybe we should both give him a massage after breakfast.  Do you have time, Debi, before you leave?”  “Let’s see,” she hesitantly replied.  “We could always, massage him and leave him wanting for more,” her sister said.  “That would fix him,” Debi replied.

After breakfast, Ken’s wife had it all organized again.  She remade the makeshift bed in the living room, covering the pillows with a sheet as they had done last night.  She moved some furniture away so there would be room for two of them to move around.  Ken lay down on his stomach and his wife pulled his shorts off.  She told Debi to get on one side while she got on the other.  Their massage was different with more caressing strokes and less rubbing and kneading.  Her sister told Debi to do on one side what she was doing on the other and she ran her hands all the way down his back across his butt and down his legs.  Following her sister’s lead, they each pulled one leg apart spreading them open.  As they moved around him on the floor, Debi’s robe would open from time to time exposing all of her nakedness underneath.

Ken’s wife then ran her hand up the inside of his thigh and grazed her fingers along his balls.  Debi was unable to fit her hand in his crevice along with her sister and so she moved across his butt and along his back.  “Ever notice how a man’s balls get tight when he is excited,” her sister asked her.  “Ken, get up on your knees so I can show her and he complied.  With his butt sticking up in the air, both his wife’s and Debi’s face were only a foot or two from his butt.  His wife was cuddling his balls and showing them off to Debi.  “Feel him under here Debi,” she said and she reached under him stroking his cock.  When she removed her hand, Debi followed her instructions and enjoyed touching his long hard cock. 

“Kiss his ass, Debi, he loves that,” and she put her mouth to the cheek closer to her kissing him.  “Here’s how he really likes it,” she said as she leaned deep into the crack of his ass and planted a couple of kisses right on his brown hole.  “Here, hold his cheeks apart for me Debi.”  When she did, she watched her sister blow, then kiss, then lick his brown hole.  She could hear Ken’s breathing deepen.  Debi’s sister continued to play games with his ass for a while as she pulled his cheeks apart. 

“OK, Ken, turn over.” His wife commanded and he obeyed.  The two of them went back to equal caresses on each side of his body.  Gently stroking his chest, moving down across his stomach and onto his legs.  They continued this avoiding touching his straining cock.  Debi found it exciting to see this man lying with his cock pointing all the way up almost to his belly button.  Ken’s wife began to mix in a few caresses of Ken’s cock with the other stroking and encouraged Debi to touch his cock.  She did, feeling a slight bit of anxiety that her hands would not be as skilful as her sisters but Ken found her touch very exciting and this was obvious to everyone.  “That’s the way, Debi; he loves the way you do that.”

They alternated playing with his cock and long strokes along his body.  His wife leaned forward and kissed him deeply and long while Debi stroked his cock.  She was stroking him slowly and he seemed to like this a lot.  He was moaning while he kissed his wife.  “OK, Debi, it’s sitting time.  Do you want to sit on his face or his cock?”  “I’ll take his face,” she said which Ken was a bit disappointed at.  He wouldn’t mind fucking his sister-in-law.  They both straddled him and as his tongue found his way to Debi’s snatch, his wife lower her pussy around his cock.  The girls faced one another and Debi was surprised when her sister leaned forward and kissed her.  It was sensual, sexual, tongue and open mouth kiss.  Debi was turned on from Ken’s tongue and her sister’s mouth.  She suddenly felt that this was wrong, but knew she did not have the will power to stop.  She was beginning to realize that once she was turned on, anything goes. 

Her sister leaned forward on her hands, her hair falling into Debi’s breast while she began to hump up and down on Ken’s cock.  Debi could realize from the lack of consistency from Ken’s tongue that he was getting very excited.  After about 15 minutes, his wife slowly pulled off of Ken’s cock.  She opened a condom and slipped it over Ken’s cock.  “OK Debi, let’s switch places.  Debi at first said no but her sister insisted and Debi couldn’t help but admire Ken’s rigid member and she did want to feel it inside her.  So they switched places and Ken could barely contain his excitement.  Again the girls faced each other and as Debi bounced up and down, her sister squeezed Debi’s breasts.  Debi was surprised at how fast she was approaching an orgasm and as Ken’s excitement rose, hers rose with him and when he exploded she released as well.  She stayed on top of him until his cock started to soften and then the three of them lay side by side with Ken in the middle cuddling, the girls caressing each other’s arms across Ken’s chest.

Debi knew their relationship would never be the same.

Part 1 in the yesterdays weblog.  Warning: explicit description of sexual activity is included.

NIGHT TWO

Debi had all day to think about it, too.  She kept recalling the sight of his huge cock, lying against his naked stomach when her sister pulled the covers back last night.  He wanted her.  He wanted her bad and she did notice his crotch all day and saw the outline of his hardon a couple of times.  Poor baby, she thought and realized that she enjoyed teasing him.  She thought she was doing her sister a favor by teasing him.  She certainly seemed in a good mood this morning.  So she kept flirting with him all day.  She used word play with suggestive double entendres.  She touched him frequently with her hands.  Occasionally bumping into him, body against body; her firm breasts pressed up against his shoulders or his back. 

She decided that if she had the opportunity, she would take him up on his body rub tonight.  But as they lay down around the living room, after dinner, she became impatient with waiting for one of them to raise it and finally asked.  “Is your offer for a massage, still open?”  She was lying on her side in the middle of the living room.  “Yes!  Yes!” he said trying in vain not to sound too anxious.  She put the throw pillow under her head and rolled over onto her stomach.  “Well I’m ready,” she said.

“No, no, we must do it right,” her sister jumped in.  “Let’s get set up.  You need to take off those clothes in order for him to use his long smooth strokes.  While your doing that I will put some cushions on the floor.”

When Debi returned from the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, the lights in the room had been replaced with the light from about eight candles spread around the room.  The cushions from the couch had been placed on the floor and a sheet wrapped around them.  Her sister was sitting in the single chair that framed the open space now filled with the makeshift bed.  Ken stood next to the bed towering over it watching Debi with intense eyes as she walked into the room. 

Debi quickly got down on the sheet removing the towel from her as she lowered herself, laying it across her behind.  She was proud of how gracefully she was able to make this move in one easy movement.  Ken got a glimpse of her breasts and she knew that.  He also noticed she was still wearing her white cotton panties.   It signaled her blushing innocence and Ken found that even more exciting.

He had his special massage oil which could be used sparingly and had a pleasant scent.  He warmed it in his hands and used large broad circular strokes across her back.  Spending plenty of time on her back, shoulders and neck, his strokes were firm, squeezing the larger muscles but quite gently relaxing Debi.  He did each arm individually even rubbing each finger.  He returned to her back after doing both arms but this time his strokes were very slow and gentle, almost giving Debi goosebumps.  He had a hardon the entire time and his wife seemed almost fixated on it.

He then focused on her lower back and worked his way below the line of the towel but didn’t go below the waistband of the panties she still wore.  As he kneaded her hips and lower back, he couldn’t help but admire the naked slope of her creamy back.  She was a beautiful young girl, he thought.  He could tell the effect was beginning to get sensual.  He replaced the towel and moved around to reach her feet.  This time he massaged her feet while she was on her stomach by lifting each foot so that her knee was bent to a 90° angle.  In this position the towel lifted just enough and her legs were spread just enough for him to see that she was actually wearing a white thong.  So as he massaged her feet, he was peeking at her ass.  His wife said, “Have a nice view, honey?”  And he responded that her sister has as nice a back as she did.  “It must run in the family.” 

After putting her second leg back on the makeshift bed, he began to massage her legs rubbing up and down – each time going higher and higher.  He moved all the way up her leg, surrounding it with both hands and slowly just creasing the inside of her pussy with the top of his inside hand.  He wouldn’t stay there – just crease her pussy and roll his hands away, move down the leg and back up again.  First he did one leg and then the other.  Debi had her eyes closed and was in total enjoyment.

“Only two more muscles left on this side and we’ll do the other.  How are you doing, Deb?” he asked.  She murmured as she thought about what she will use the one towel to cover when she turned over.  If she wasn’t so relaxed she would have been startled as Ken moved beside her and lifted the towel from one side to show half of her ass.  But she was enjoying the whole thing too much to complain and it should be her sister who complains if it goes too far.  Ken put both hands on the semicircle of her rump and squeezed and kneaded and pressed and Debi loved it.  He moved over to the other side and did it the same way.  After a bit of a vigorous action, his fingertips did find their way along the insides of her crack, although he replaced the towel.  She was still wearing her thong, so he never got into any truly sensitive spots.  (Or at least, that was how Debi was justifying it.)

He then straddled her in the small of her back with one knee on each of her sides and his face facing her feet.  He reached under the towel and very gently began to rub her ass in large motions that contoured her plump ass.  When both hands slide over the bottom of her ass cheeks, it felt great, and Debi was quietly moaning.  He could almost feel the vibrations of her moan within the arch of his legs.  His wife gave him a fingered hi-sign while she grinned her approval.  She was sitting leaning forward in her chair with her legs crossed.  The leg on top was swaying back and forth strongly enough to shake her hips in rhythm. 

He continued to rub her ass and lower back and he eventually removed the towel with no objection from Debi.  Her moans seemed involuntary and were at their height when his hands moved slowly and gently from top to bottom with his thumbs running along the inside of her rump.  Sometimes he would gently pull her crack open causing her to feel the strap of her thong to fit tighter in her crack.  Sometimes he would gently run the thumbs one right behind the other right down the middle of her crack touching the strap of her thong with the tips of his thumbs.  Debi would just moan, louder now so her sister could hear.

“Time to turn over, Deb” and she responded with something mumbled about being all done.  “No your not!” said her sister.  “I’ll help you turn her over.”

And she got up and grabbed her head and shoulders while Ken took her feet and with a little help from Debi they had her turned over in a an instant.  Debi put her arms in front of her breasts and felt naked.  You could still see much of her breasts.  While they were probably a B cup, they were full and looked like they might even still be growing.  They were at that stage of breast development where their growth was keeping the skin taut and the shape firm even lying down. 

She didn’t know where the towel was, but Ken retrieved it and placed it over her breasts.  He massaged her face and head, around her ears.  Debi found this (and the surprising towel move) relaxed her.  Kneeling above her head with his back to his wife, Ken massaged her neck and the top of her shoulders.  He then moved to her side, removing the towel from her breasts and placing it over Debi’s face.  It felt to Debi a bit like an ostrich hiding their head while the rest of their body is exposed.  His hands roamed over her entire chest including breast and non breast parts.  Her nipples were rock hard and standing at attention.  If she could see what Ken saw she would be embarrassed.

He reached across and pulled up the skin from her far side up toward her breast, eventually both hands converging around the volume of her breast sliding gently across her nipples.  He switched his movements to one hand following the other, each stroke starting at her side and moving toward her middle over her breasts and over her stomach.  The movements became gentle and fast and Debi was back in her ecstasy.  He moved around her to do the other side.  Ken noticed that his wife was sitting with her legs akimbo on the seat of the chair and her hands resting in the crotch of her sweatpants.

Ken finished her chest with fluttering touches across her stomach and breasts.  He alternated with a few slow well contacted strokes.  His hands would roam down across her stomach and even across the front of her panties, then down the top flat sides beside her mons and to the top of her thighs.  He used slow gentle strokes that started at one end – her feet, for example – and then slid all the way up her legs, across her torso, around the curves of her breasts and up her neck to finish with all ten fingers working their way through her hair to the top of her head.  And then he would reverse it going down.  Debi put her hands under her head and stretched, arching her back, while Ken continued his stroking.

“Should I give her the full hand treatment?” Ken asked his wife.  “I hear no objections from Debi.  Give her your magic touch finish.” 

Ken focused on Debi’s breasts, especially her nipples.  He tweaked them and tickled them by running one finger tip across and around her areola.  They were probably as big as they had ever been but Debi could just feel them and imagine.  Ken moved slowly down her front toward her sides.  He slipped his fingers into the waistband of Debi’s thong and smoothly removed them as he slid his hands down her legs, pulling them over her feet.  The sides went down easily but the very center strap stuck to her pussy before Ken’s continuous slide tugged it out.  She was soaking wet.

Ken lifted one of Debi’s limp legs and opened her up.  He sat in between her legs and started each hand on her ankle and moved up both legs at the same time.  As he neared the junction of her legs his hands stopped forming a circle around her pussy.  He ran the edges of his thumbs lightly through the light blonde hairs of her pussy.  She trimmed her pussy but still left most of her natural thin hair.  It was a very fine texture.  Here he was, thought Ken, with his hands all around Debi’s naked pussy. God, life was good to him.

He started slowly using light patting movements over her hairy mons.  Debi was having trouble containing all of her excitement in her stretches and her hips were moving.  “Do her right and you will be rewarded royally, Ken” his wife whispered so all could hear.

Ken then look some oil and dripped it onto her clit directly from the bottle.  It felt cool to Debi but didn’t have a cooling effect.  With one finger he rubbed the oil into the folds of her region, giving equal time to all the parts between the top of her clit to the top of her pussy.  He hardly had to move his finger at all as he followed the movement of Debi’s hips, letting his finger go farther down as she lifted her hips.  He gradually shifted from one finger to his whole palm, caressing across the full space of her swollen lips.

Ken shifted to straddle one leg so he could get a better angle with his hand.  He pulled the skin above her clit up and taut, exposing her clit.  The oil still provided a lubricated surface and he used one finger of his other hand to rub lightly along the side of her clit.  He found a spot and Debi started to rotate her hips wildly but Ken continued to focus on her clit like a rider on a bucking bronco.  He shifted his hands so one continued to play with her clit – this time with two fingers running up and down on either side, pulling and moving the outer skin of her clit.  His other hand moved lower and his finger poked at the opening to her vagina.  Debi was completely out of control.  Her hands were still under her head but she was writhing now and Ken sometimes had to reposition his hands. 

He moved around and straddled her stomach, in part as a way of keeping her pussy still and went to work on her clit and her cunt at the same time.  He could tell Debi loved it when his finger poked into her opening and he played mostly on the rim with an occasional penetration.  Sometimes he would stop the movement of one hand to focus her attention on the other.  In this way he continued to drive her into frenzy, moving from activity on her clit to her cunt.  She was ready to cum anytime, he knew.  After teasing her for a few more minutes he rubbed her clit unrelentingly, letting the tension continue to build within her.  Her hip muscles were tired from wriggling under his weight and she opened her legs, lifting her knees.  She was letting her sister’s husband – Ken, who always had a hardon around her – see her at her most exposed and touch her wherever he wanted.  She just knew she didn’t want him to stop. 

He continued on both orifices at once with two fingers penetrating her cunt and looking for her g-spot.  His other hand was not quite touching her clit but it was rubbing very fast now near it and pulling it up and down creating an almost vibrating experience for Debi.  She came loudly and her sister chuckled softly.  But Debi’s moans were serious and deep with multiple orgasmic releases coming one after another.  When she thought she was done, the orgasms continued for a few more uncontrollable spasms.  When she began to push at Ken’s back, he finally stopped and just laid one hand to rest over her mons as a sort of an ending. 

Debi was exhausted and more aware that she was the only one in the room that was naked.  Ken got off her and had more than a little trouble standing up with his hardon stuck in his pants. He went and got another sheet for Deb to wrap around herself while his wife went to get Debi a glass or wine.  Soon they were all comfortably sitting in the living room again with Debi wrapped modestly in her sheet, talking about how good Ken’s massages were.

To be continued….