This is the third and final chapter in a three part story.  Part 1 can be found HERE.

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Earlier Jeannette had made a pot of coffee and it was
originally her intention to get Mike and Rebecca up to share a cup of coffee
with her.  It was now almost 10:30.  Jeannette went downstairs and returned with a
tray with 3 cups of coffee and some ginger cookies.  They demolished the cookies and sipped on the
coffee.  While Jeannette was gone,
Rebecca had opened the covers of the bed and got in under the sheet.  It covered her up to her waist leaving her
bountiful buoyant breasts showing.  Her
nipples retained their slightly elongated shape even though some of the
hardness had left.  Mike remained above
the covers in his full nakedness with his still hard cock proudly on
display.  His cock remained hard while
they sipped coffee and talked about the party, the storm and how Jeannette’s
parents wouldn’t probably come home at all today.

 Both women admired Mike’s ability to remain stiff.  He seemed so natural about it and the
unspoken boastfulness of it fit his self confident personality.  Yet he was obvious excited throughout the
entire small talk.  The women had calmed
down a bit.  Mike was the first to finish
his coffee and he shifted in the bed coming up in behind the nightie covered
figure of Jeannette as she sat cup in hand. 
He spooned her sitting figure and hugged her from behind so that his
hands went around her waist.  His face
settled in near the nape of her neck and she could feel his breath on her.  She immediately felt the strength of his
muscles and his hands around her waist gave her shivers. 

 “Is it OK if I give you a little attention?” he asked
her.  “Seems like Rebecca has had all the
attention so far today.”

 “Well, she’s our guest of honor and I want to see her
lose her virginity today.  But I don’t
mind some attention, if it’s OK with you Rebecca?”

 “Fine with me.” 
Both Mike and Jeannette were secretly enjoying looking at Rebecca’ nude
torso and perfectly proportioned breasts. 
Sitting up her breasts retained most of their firmness with a slightly
pointed shape emphasizing her nipples. 
White smooth curved flesh crowned with rosy colored, bubble textured,
moisture laden nipples of lust.

 Mike hugged Jeannette closer to him and she could feel
his cock touching her lower back.  He
moved his hands up to right under her breasts and his arms lifted them.  “Is this OK?” he whispered uncertainly.  After all he really had not ever touched
Jeannette before this in spite of the intimate moments they had shared. 

 “It feels good, Michael.” 
Rebecca was sipping her coffee but feeling a little uncomfortable.  She wanted to watch (and did) but felt what
she was doing was wrong.  That somehow
she was interfering with someone else’s intimate moment.  She watched as Mike’s hands cupped
Jeannette’s breasts.  He held both, still
covered by her nightie which was slightly pleated above her breast line.  Until now the shape of her breasts were
hidden under the cover of the nightie but now held in Mike’s hands, their shape
was clearly visible.  They were smaller
than Rebecca’s but her nipples which protruded under the cotton material were
at least as big and rock hard.  They were
a full handful.  Jeannette had her eyes closed
and her head was bed slightly backward towards Mike, enjoying every minute of
his sensual touch.

 Mike kissed her neck. 
He found a particular pleasure out of caressing and kissing Jeannette
while looking at Rebecca.  The reality of
two women here with him was just incredible. 
He was amazed at his own comfortableness.  His insecurities at this moment seemed to
disappear. 

 “Rebecca,” he said. 
“Why don’t you touch and massage Jeannette’s legs.  Maybe we can get her completely
relaxed.”  He knew relaxation wasn’t the
real goal.  Rebecca leaning forward could
easily reach Jeanette’s ankles and lower thighs and it made her feel less like
a spectator.  She began to rub the lower
part of each of her legs including her ankles and feet.  When she was rubbing one of her feet with two
hands, Jeannette told her how nice it felt. 
Rebecca was a bit surprised and wondered if it wasn’t really Mike
touching her breasts and nipples and kissing her neck that made her feel so
good.

 Jeannette was now leaning back into Mike and she could
feel the full effect of his member pressed between her back and his
stomach.  His hands were roaming all
around her stomach, lifting and caressing her breasts and tweaking and pinching
her nipples.  He legs were stretched out
toward Rebecca and she was truly enjoying her ministrations as well.  Mike slowly moved out from behind and under
her, laying her on the bed.  As he laid
her head on the bed, he kissed her on her lips. 
“Just relax,” he told her.  He
massaged her shoulders, her arms and continued to work her breasts which when
laying down lost much of their shape but none of their sensitivity.  Rebecca got out from under the sheet, knelt
on the other side of Jeannette and continued to massage her lower legs. 

 “Why don’t you go up a little higher, Rebecca?  I think she would like that.”  And Rebecca followed his suggestion moving up
to Jeannette’s thighs just above her knees. 
The two of them continued to caress Jeannette’s body.  Mike would occasionally lean forward and kiss
Jeannette particularly when he would caress her breasts. 

 Mike reached down with both hands to the bottom edge of
Jeannette’s nightie.  As he lifted it up,
Jeannette raised her hips so that he could raise it all the way up under her
arms.  Then he lifted her head and
removed the nightie completely. 
Jeannette’s body was a little less developed than Rebecca’s but at 19
there was still a chance of her filling out a little bit.  Mike found her slim hips and flat stomach
quite sexy, however.  Her pussy was
completely shaved adding perhaps to her little girl look.  Seeing her this way, knowing she was excited,
sent a wave of desire through Mike. 

 “Why don’t you touch her pussy, Rebecca and see if she is
wet?”  Rebecca shook her head. 

 “I couldn’t,” she said. 
“I can barely touch myself.  It’s
too embarrassing.”  Mike reached his hand
in between Jeannette’s pussy.  He pushed
his finger into her hole and Jeannette parted her legs to make it easier for
him.  He lifted his finger to his nose
and smelled it. 

 “She’s definitely wet and she smells good.”  He thrust the wet finger towards Rebecca’s
nose.  “Here, smell.”  She let him put his finger under her nose,
then took a quick whiff and immediately turned away. 

 “Eww,” she complained instinctively. 

 “Oh, it smells wonderful,” Mike said.  “I didn’t hear you complain when Jeannette
was smelling your punani.  Try it, you’ll
like it.  Take a taste.”

 Rebecca hesitated. 
Then she moved her hand slowly starting at Jeannette’s thigh, up toward
her private area.  The slow uncertain
movement caused a definite reaction in Jeannette who arched her hips and opened
her legs inviting Rebecca to reach all the way. 
When she reached her bare pussy, she gently ran her hand over her mound
a couple of times back and forth increasing the electricity between them before
she reached deep between her legs and inserted her finger into Jeannette’s
waiting well.  She left it in and rolled
her single finger tip around the inside edges of her tunnel.  Jeannette moaned.  Mike squeezed one of her naked breasts in his
hands and licked her nipple.  Déjà vu,
thought Mike. 

 But Rebecca could barely bring herself to touch Jeannette
and most certainly was not going to put her mouth down there.  Surprisingly in spite of Rebecca’s
inexperience and clumsiness (perhaps, in an odd way, because of it) Jeannette
became very excited from the touching and poking from this virginal woman.  When Rebecca hit a particularly good spot,
Jeannette would encourage her with her moans and one word sentences.

 Mike was watching and was thinking he wanted to get in
more deeply.  “Let’s change places,
Rebecca.”  As they switched places, Mike
kissed Rebecca and moved his hands around her shoulders, over her breasts and
gripped her hips.  He placed three kisses
on her naked abdomen in a triangular fashion with the last one squarely in the
silky hair above her pussy.  He then
continued moving past Rebecca and snuggled his face between Jeannette’s legs.  Mike had limited experience with licking
pussy (his high school girl friend refused to let him go there) but he could
sense when someone was enjoying themselves. 
He didn’t have to do it to many women to realize it was a hit.

 He began placing kisses all around her shaven smooth
mound; on top of her thighs, along the fold of her lips.  Then he licked her and with his hands opened
her lips to his tongue.  Jeannette moaned
loudly and Mike looked up only to see Rebecca looking closely at him from
Jeannette’s breasts.  He also noticed
that Jeannette’s hand was in between Rebecca’s legs, fingers tickling her, he
imagined.  Focusing on Jeannette’s nude
slit, Mike could hear her every reaction to his licking.  Jeannette was a very responsive, exposing
every one of her feelings to Mike through arching hips, moans, groans, hand
grips, and simple words.  Like a musician
playing his instrument Michael built Jeannette’s excitement using her signals
to lead him.  Soon he had her twisting
and arching and screaming her way to a climax. 

 Mike looked up to see Rebecca’s astonished face as
Jeannette completely gave into anything Mike wanted to do to her and the
feelings he was generating in her.  Her
orgasm was almost scary in its power. 
Rebecca was envious and Mike could see the desire in her eyes.  As Jeannette’s body collapsed, completely
spent for now, Mike didn’t skip a beat. 
Crawling up to Rebecca, he took her face in his hands and kissed
her.  Rebecca enjoyed the scent of
Jeannette’s sex juice all over Mike’s face. 
Finishing the kiss, still holding her head, he said, “Would you like
some of my special attention?”  Rebecca
looked away shyly and nodded her assent. 
Mike placed her head down on the bed beside Jeannette’s and moved down
to her pussy. 

 After Jeannette’s bare pussy, Rebecca’s seemed so much
hairier, but Mike could smell her sweet odor. 
It didn’t take him long to moisten her hair, part it and open her slit
just using his tongue.  Rebecca was less
conflicted with Mike than she was earlier with Jeannette.  It fell good to simply relax and enjoy
it.  No, not relax, she thought as Mike
started to suck on her clit.  Her orgasm
came on quickly without a lot of fuss. 

 Mike ended with some soft kisses and moved up her stomach
and nuzzled her breasts as he worked his way up into a missionary position with
her.  He kissed her aware that his face
smelled of mixed female juices.   Rebecca
gratefully responded.  She could feel his
muscular torso on top of her.  She sensed
genuine feelings for this gentle and giving man who she had just met.  He was her lover and she loved the feeling
she had at this moment.  She could feel
Mike’s stiff member pressed between them.

 Jeannette broke the silence, “I think it’s time you lost
your virginity.  Are you ready?  I mean we owe this boy a good time.  And I think its time for you to become a
woman, Beck.  What do you say?” 

 Rebecca uttered a simple “Yes.”  But a convincing ‘yes’.

 Mike reached down and put his arms under each of
Rebecca’s thighs.  He lifted them and
they easily went over her head. 
Jeannette moved to a position above Rebecca’s head and held her two legs
in this position, freeing Mike’s arm. 
Mike rubbed Rebecca’s pussy with his hand, opening her slit with one
finger.  She was still quite wet, swollen
and ready.  He moved his hips into
position and with one hand on his cock found the opening to her pussy.   Conscious that she had never been penetrated
before he intended to push slowly.  What
surprised him was how tight her tunnel was. Once past the tight rim of her
opening he expected her to be easy to penetrate but it was as though her entire
tunnel was too small for him.  Very moist
and slippery but small and gripping him tightly.  It felt wonderful.

 Rebecca was fully enjoying every inch of his slow
penetration.  She was amazed at how it filled her and how he continued to
push and penetrate long after she thought she was full.  Slowly he entered
her and realized her virginal cherry had disappeared before this night. 
Once he penetrated her to his hilt, he intended to rock in and out of her
slowly.  But one time fully back and forth and he couldn’t control his
movements any more.  Rebecca was hugging him, gripping his back.  Her
perfect body beneath his.  Her tight hole surrounding his cock in a way he
had never felt.  Lust and desire took control.  He began to thrust
into her furiously.  Both she and Jeannette (who was still holding
Rebecca’s legs in the air), were encouraging him.  He was being sucked
into a sea of passion no longer controlling his movements just responding to
the sensations all around him.  His head no longer reasoning. 
Sensations swallowing any thoughts.

 When he finally let go it was huge.  Explosively huge.  Followed by big in a rhythm, then unexpected
jerking out of rhythm.  Rebecca was still hugging him tightly.  As Jeannette let go of her legs she wrapped
them around him trying to pull his entire body into her feminine opening.  She would have put all of him into her if she
could have.  Rebecca was happy to just
revel in this man’s pleasure of her.  He
seemed to be lost in her and she was able to completely fulfill him.  This moment of being filled and fulfilling
him was the most completely satisfying moment she had ever experienced.  She would not be letting go of him anytime
soon.

 Her
name was Rebecca and the most astounding thing about her being a virgin was
that she was 21 years old and gorgeous. 
She had lived a sheltered life, protected by her parents, growing up on
a rural Utah ranch.  An
all girls’ high school was followed by an all girls’ college.  She was a now a junior and not only a virgin
but she had never had a steady boyfriend and almost never dated.

 It
was New Year’s Eve when she met him.  A
New Year’s Eve when she was allowed to visit her aunt in the East.  It was her mother’s sister and she had a
cousin, Jeannette who was only 8 months younger than she.  They spent a week or two together every year,
often at the insistence of Rebecca’s aunt who secretly was quite concerned
about the protective ways of her sister and her brother in law.   As the
girls got older it became more difficult and it has had been a few years since
Rebecca visited.   She arrived the day after Christmas and she
would be staying until just after New Years day.

 The
entire Benson family was astounded at how far behind it seemed that Rebecca was
from the social skills of her age.  It
didn’t appear as though she had had any boyfriends or had participated much in
parties.  Although she was 21, she didn’t
drink at all.  Everyone was a bit astounded
at her lack of partying ways since she was in her third year of college.  Not that Jeannette was a party freak but it
just seemed that college and parties came hand in hand.

 After
a few days of reacquainting each other, some shopping trips and a trip to the
movies the girls were getting along fine, but Jeannette was looking forward to
her New Year’s Eve party.  Her parents
were spending the night in town and so Jeannette had the house to herself.  Her parents trusted her and she was planning
on a relatively small affair.  She had
invited about 20 people in total a combination of local college friends, and
some old friends from high school.  There
would be about 4 or 5 people she didn’t know. 
Friends of friends, that sort of thing.

 The
snow began about 2:00 and wasn’t
predicted to accumulate into much but by 8:00 a few inches had built up and the storm showed no sign of giving
up.  Most people arrived later than
planned and complained about the driving conditions but almost everyone showed
up.  There was plenty of beer and wine,
Jeannette’s stuffed mushrooms, her best friend’s nachos, a cheese roll and the
usual chips and dip, the party was well fueled. 
Some cool music and it didn’t take long before people were mixing it up
and enjoying themselves.

 That
was when Rebecca first met Mike.  Mike
only 19 and didn’t seem to know anyone at the party.  She noticed that he was drinking white wine
like her and she approached him.  They
talked in the far corner of the dining room away from the direct sound of the
music.  She immediately liked Mike.  He seemed comfortable with her but wasn’t
trying to play the typical “pick up” games. 
He seemed a bit shy but she realized that he had a lot more experience
at this kind of interaction than she did. 
He didn’t seem to know that at first but as they talked he got a better
picture of who Rebecca really was.  When
he looked at her, he couldn’t believe that she would be interested in him, in
part, because he was so much younger than her and in part because she was just so
good looking.  He couldn’t believe she
didn’t have a boyfriend already.  He
couldn’t believe that she didn’t seem to have ever had a serious boyfriend.

 The
party was interrupted by a spur of the moment decision to go outside and play
in the snow.  The entire party exited the
house and for a half hour making snowmen, snowball fights, a little wrestling,
etc. provided Mike and Rebecca with their first physical contact.  They wrestled with all of their heavy
clothing on.  As they rolled in the snow
she could feel his strength.  He was
lifting her body, guiding it like a tango and it turned her on.  When they went back inside it wasn’t long
before they found a quiet room with a couch and enjoyed each others lips and
hugs.  Soon they were laid out on the
couch, legs entwined, kissing, whispering, rubbing each other. 

 Mike
periodically gave her torso a big hug squishing her breasts between them.  She had never really felt this from a man
before.  Feeling his strength was
exciting.  Feeling his leg between hers,
his thigh pressed against her where her legs met was increasing her desire for
him.  His lips gently tracing over her
cheeks, her neck, and tasting her mouth, sent chills through her.  His hands were roaming over her body and when
he reached up under her shirt touching the smooth skin of her back, she just
melted in his arms.  Do all of this to
me, she thought.  Do anything you want
with me, it all feels just so good.

 Poor
Mike didn’t have a clue about this.  He
was just happy to be able to touch her and kiss her.  He knew he would wind up with a serious case
of blue balls tonight but this was the most any 19 year old could hope
for.  He was thanking god for his good
luck.  Meeting this beautiful woman when
he had no such expectations.  She was
really an exceptionally good looking young woman.  Her breasts were large and firm, her waist
was so slender and her hips and ass just a dream.  He skin was smooth as silk and her hair was
softer than anything he had ever felt. 
He loved to put his face into her hair and feel it tickle him. 

 Making
love to a woman at his age was a slow progression of moves.  First, he would kiss her, then surround her
with his arms.  It was 20 minutes before
he got the two of them in a lying position on the couch which was much more
comfortable and enabled the touching of their entire body lengths.  His kissing gradually became more aggressive
using more tongue although he noticed how sensitive she was when he kissed near
her ear.  He introduced more of this
until at one point she begged him to give her ear a rest making it clear she
liked it but that it was too much.  He
loved feeling her legs slide through his and had moved up slightly to better
press against the area of her pussy with this thigh.  He wondered if she could feel the pressing of
his hard member against her waist.

 It
was approaching midnight and the
crowd was gathering for the celebratory moment. 
Mike and Rebecca got up off the couch causing Mike some mild
discomfort.  They poured themselves a
fresh glass of wine.  In synchronization
with the TV, the party counted down to midnight, raised a toast and began kissing. 
Mike kissed Rebecca deeply confidently. 
When he was done he realized that there was a group kiss-a-thon going on
and the two of them joined in.  Mike kissed
at least four women that he didn’t know and hadn’t met including
Jeannette.  He noticed Rebecca getting
more that a little attention as the men lined up to kiss her and when they got
their chance they kissed her seriously. 
No pecks on the cheeks her.  He
found himself getting a little jealous at the way she seemed to be accepting
the attention with no cares.

 But
soon the kissing was over and Mike put his arm around Rebecca just in case
anyone had and ideas.  It surprised Mike
to find that many people apparently were leaving.  There was a lot of discussion about how the
snow wasn’t quitting and how the driving would be a bit treacherous.  Before he realized it just about everyone was
headed for the door.  He didn’t want to
leave and since he had his own apartment in the city, no one was expecting
him.  He did some quick checking with
Rebecca and her with Jeannette before he settled in.  This time, they wound up on the couch in the
living room.  It was a bit bigger than
the last one they were on.

 Soon
they were lying down in the dim light and kissing and hugging again.  The voices of the few remaining guests
muffled by some movie on TV which had replaced the music which previously
filled the room.  As Mike and Rebecca
proceeded to heat up each others genitals again, they would occasionally hear a
door close as the remaining guests left randomly.  Finally, only Jeannette remained beside the
two of them.  She made no effort to ask
Mike to leave or to appear in any hurry. 
In fact, she seemed engrossed in the movie on TV as she sat on the
opposite side of the room.  The TV
appeared to be the only remaining light on in the house and its flickering
light provided cover for Mike’s more aggressive moves.

 In
the hour after midnight, he had
succeeded somehow to unsnap Rebecca’s bra. 
At first he just used this advantage to make smooth long strokes along
her back, then on her side and finally he moved to her front.  Touching the smooth skin of her stomach, Mike
could feel her quivering beneath his gentle touch.  He moved slowly toward her breasts and when
he gently cupped his hand under the bottom of her breast, he focused intently
on her reaction to see if she wanted him to stop.  Nothing – just an acceptance.  It was like she kissed those other men at midnight, not encouraging them but not stopping anyone
either.

 Mike
continued his hand from the bottom pushing her bra up and off as he gently and
slowly traced his fingers over her already hardened nipples.  For Mike, touching such lovely breasts was
enough to strain his cock to its full length inside his pants.  He felt her uncovered breast like a baby
discovering its foot.  He held it as if
he were weighing it.  He circled her
nipple.  He squeezed her whole breast and
he squeezed her nipple.  He pushed it
this way and that way.  All the while he
noticed that Rebecca was breathing hard and loud.  So loud that Jeannette could probably hear
her. 

 Rebecca’s
hands had finally found their way inside of Mike’s shirt and he has thrilled
about it.  She methodically undid the
buttons of his shirt and open up his chest exposing it to the air.  Lying facing her, he didn’t think Jeannette
could see it until Rebecca pushed one side of his shirt over his back.  That she could probably see.  Touching flesh was so exciting to these two
young lovers that their legs rubbed against and through one another
uncontrollably.  If Jeannette was still
awake she must be seeing what is going on, Mike thought. 

 Rebecca
broke the period of silence: “You must have a lot of experience with women because
your hands feel so good and you are such a good kisser.”  Mike realized his hand was caressing her
breast and took this as a signal to keep going on.  He was thinking about his next progressive
step, when her question surprised and excited him. 

 “Can
I touch your thing?” she asked shyly.  It
was a quiet part of the movie and Jeannette could probably here but it didn’t
stop him from vocalizing his agreement. 
Rebecca moved her hand down to his pants and touched his member through
his jeans.  She started at one end and
touched it gently, probing for its size, its width, its length.  Her hands moved all the way down to his balls
and then all along its length to the top.

 “Do
you mind when I touch you?” her virginal lips uttered.  Inside Mike was screaming his joy. 

 “That’s
OK,” he replied lamely. 

 “Does
it feel too confined inside your pants? 
Does it hurt?” she asked innocently. 

 “It’s
definitely tight in there.”   He was a
bit embarrassed to know that Jeannette was listening to this. 

 “Would
you like me to undo your belt a little? 
Give it a little more room?” 

 “Okay,”
he quickly replied.  She reached for his
belt and he had to turn a little to give her access.  He turned and arched a bit as Rebecca undid
his belt.  Then opened the button at the
top.  Then she pulled his zipper
down.  Mike was excited by this and most
certainly wasn’t going to object even though in this position on his back,
Jeannette could probably see everything that was being done to his pants.

 Rebecca
kissed him and he hugged her tight.  He
could feel the freedom his member now had and while it was not touching any
part of her, it was twitching to be felt. 
Their kisses traveled around and Rebecca seemed to be the aggressor for
the moment.  She lay on her side while
Mike was on his back.  She put one leg on
his and placed her hand on his member. 
There was just the soft cotton of his boxers between her hand and his
excited stiff rod.  He loved the feeling
of her hand on him although it was quite obvious that she was pretty inexperienced
at this.  It was the first time she had
ever had a man’s cock in her hand and she only had a rough idea of what she was
supposed to do with it.  For now she was
just enjoying the feel of it and she squeezed it and tried to bend it and
tickled the very tip of it.  So there
were random touches between unaware grazings of his most sensitive areas. 

 “Do
you mind my touching it?” she asked again. 

 “I
love it.” 

 “Will
you teach me how to make you feel good? 
Will you show me how to be as good a lover as you are with me?”  No girl had ever called Mike a good lover
before and he liked that.  The idea of
showing her what to do was perhaps the most exciting thing any woman had said
to him.  He tried to turn his head to see
Jeanette and Rebecca whispered to him, “It’s too dark for her to see
anything.  Anyway, I don’t think she’ll
mind.” 

 “Okay
he said but put your ear next to my mouth so I can whisper to you.”  Rebecca laid her head on Mike’s chest.  His shirt was open and her hair softly fell
on his shoulders and chest.  Her hand
still touched his member.  Jeannette was
in fact intently watching the two of them. 
She had a blanket across her lap and she had her own pants undone.  Her hand was strategically positioned to
enable her to get the most enjoyment from the show. 

 “Take
my cock out and let’s explore it a bit,” Mike whispered in her ear.  She loved the way that forbidden word sounded
in her ear.  She struggled to get it out.  It wasn’t very flexible but finally it
emerged through the fly in his shorts. 
It stood straight and proud pointing in the general direction of his
face.  Her eyes were wide as she noticed
all the bumps and ripples along its length and she was surprised at the size
and cut of his bulbous circumcised top.  
She secretly did an unscientific measurement of its length by touching
his base with her pinky finger and seeing how far up her thumb went – to a
patch of rough skin about an inch and a half from the top.  Later she would use this estimate to guess
his length at about 7.5 inches.

 “The
most sensitive spot is where your thumb is resting now.”  Rebecca moved all of her finger tips to touch
the rough spot. 

 “Here?” 

 “Yes,”
Mike replied.  “From the top of the ridge
to where the flesh is bunched up.”  She
touched the very top of his cock. 

 “Here?”

 “Lower.  Not right up at the top.”  She moved down and instinctively surrounded
the sensitive area.  She’s got the spot,
Mike thought, as he arched his back in response.  She moved her hand up and down the entire
shaft. 

 “Is
this what you like?” 

 “Oh
yes, that’s nice but when you move down the shaft pull the outside skin with
her hand.  Pull it tight.  Ohh yes. 
Like that.  And you can even pull
it down as hard as you can and then leave it stretching.  Yes, yes. 
Oh baby.”  His voice he knew could
easily be heard by Jeannette and he was sure she could see his cock but she
hadn’t objected to any of this and Mike sure didn’t want to stop.

 Rebecca
released his skin and gently returned to his tip and pulled it hard again in a
long strong stroke.  Mike groaned his
approval. 

 “I
thought you were supposed to rub it fast?” Rebecca asked in a somewhat confused
voice. 

 “Yes
if you want to make me cum you can do that.” 

 “Well
I do want to make you cum, so show me how.” 

 “Then
rub the entire shaft up and down.”  She
obeyed.  “A little gentler.”  She loosened her tight grip.  Her hand was a bit sweaty and the rubbing was
a little irritating, so he had her stop and explained this to her.  He first suggested that she press his sensitive
area against his own belly and use a circular motion and she followed his
instructions precisely bringing him to a nearly unconscious state of
ecstasy. 

 He
reached into his pocket and pulled out a clean unused handkerchief.  He handed it to her and told her to use this
sheer piece of cotton between her hand and his shaft and to pump it like she
did before. 

 “Oh
I will definitely cum now.  Yes.  Faster. 
Yes. Faster.”  His explosion
scared and surprised her.  Her face was
hovering over his chest and the first spurt grazed her cheek even though she
backed away when she saw it coming.  She
watched in awe as a few more followed with a similar power.  In her amazement, her hand became still and
Mike in order to keep his orgasm going at full pace arched and thrust his hips
violently into her hand. 

 Rebecca
couldn’t hide her wonder at seeing and feeling her first male ejaculation.  She was a bit in shock although not an
unpleasant shock. The word ejaculation would never mean the same to her.  Mike pulled her head down and kissed her.

 “Well,
I’m going to go to bed!” Jeannette suddenly announced.  “You two are on your own.  I don’t think you have a chance in this snow of
getting home tonight Mike so you are welcome to stay.”  Mike turned a few shades of red as he thanked
her.

Part 2 can be found HERE.

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.

 

 

Chapter 1

 

It was a Friday night.  She was arrested for drug possession.  She was carrying some cocaine and some amphetamines.  She was bringing them to a party for a friend who would be there later.  But now she was in deep shit and she knew it.  Funny, she never ever had a lot of drugs with her or in her home.  She never bought the stuff.  It was always available to her through men who wanted to get into her pants.  She had a number of boyfriends and others who just wanted her to be nice to them, especially older men.  But here she was in the back of a police car, handcuffed heading for some rural hick station in the middle of vacationland New Hampshire. 

 

The policeman told her on the way, that he would have to search her thoroughly, fingerprint her, take her picture and then he would book her.  He said it in a matter of fact way.  She didn’t know if he had any sexual thoughts in mind.  Most men did of her, of course.  She was a beautiful woman.  She was able to retain her natural breasts without any enhancement and they seemed perfect to her.  Plump, perky and with a natural softness that some men really appreciated.  Together with a thin waist and ample hips gave her a real hourglass look.  And she loved to sashay it around in a sexy outfit in front of the men.  She wondered if she was hoping that he wanted sexual favors for letting her get away.  As they approached the well light bright station, she was beginning to think that she wasn’t going to get away.  My god, she thought, she might go to prison.

 

“When there are drugs involved,” he said, “We have to be careful that they don’t smuggle any into the jail.  So a complete body cavity search is necessary.”  Woo, what was this, she thought.  “Will you have a woman policeman do it to me?”  “Sorry no women police officers here in West Conrad.”  “So will you be doing the search yourself?”  By now they were parked and exiting the car.  He ignored her last question and pulled her by the arm into the station.  In the first room there was a desk facing in front of a plastic fireproof glass.  They had entered by a door that led in behind the front desk where there sat a heavy set older man.  “Hey, Charlie, I’ve got a perp here for questioning and booking.  It’ll be a while before I’m done.”  He tossed her purse on the desk in front of Charlie.  Charley shrugged, he never even looked at her and never left a crossword puzzle he was doing. 

 

He brought her into a windowless room.  It was plainly furnished with a wooden table and swivel chair as well as a stainless steel cabinet.  Before he entered behind her, he unholstered his gun and hung it on a hook outside the room.  Once inside with her he bolted the door.  He told her to lean against the wall with her hands above her head.  When she complied he thoroughly frisked her, feeling all around her breasts, under her arms, down her sides, along her legs, across her belly and in between her leg, even touching her crotch carefully.  She got a buzz from his hands and while she was a bit embarrassed at the extent of his search, she began to get excited.  She was also feeling the effects of a couple of drinks and a few snorts she had had earlier. 

 

“OK, get completely undressed and hand me each piece of clothing” he instructed her.  The thought of undressing in front of him gave her an idea.  “Don’t you have any music?” she asked.  “No,” he said gruffly. 

 

“There’s been a terrible mistake here” she said.  “I never buy drugs; I was holding them for a friend.  This is all a mistake.  Can’t you let me go?” she said in her sweetest, most imploring voice.  She would have to convince him to let her go!

 

“Just get undressed.”  And so she did, but she played a song in her mind and began to strip sexily in front of him while he sat in the swivel chair.  He said nothing and she felt that no reaction was probably approval, afterall, she had a great body and men loved her sexy moves on the dance floor.  First, off came her top – a loose fitting cashmere sweater which she pulled slowly up over her head while her legs swayed her body to the “sound” of the music.  As her top cleared her head she looked right into the uniformed cop’s eyes and she immediately was the lust in his eyes.

 

What was she doing?  She thought.  He could do anything to her that he wanted to.  Especially in here with the door bolted from the inside and no windows.  And she was teasing him, not planning to give him anything, just a show and some flirting.  But he could take from her what he wanted probably and she didn’t know anything about him.  He hadn’t been friendly to her.  In the whole trip to the station, he didn’t say anything.  Although she sensed some friendliness in his hands when he frisked her.  Then the thought of jail entered her mind.  How terrible it would be to go to jail.  She had to do anything that she could to get out of this and that meant going all the way if she stood a chance.

 

She turned her body gracefully with her back to him while she unhooked the back to her bra.  “Don’t you have any music,” she asked?  While she had her back to him, she heard the cabinet door open and he switched on some music.  It was a nice driving danceable beat.  As she took off her bra, still with her back to him, she began dancing slowly – every other beat.  She tossed her bra over her shoulder at him, turned around, and slid her hands from her hips to her breasts.  Covering both breasts with her hands, she posed at different angles from front to back and each side, saying: “Do you see any drugs or weapons here Officer?  Or here?”  She pushed up her breasts and showed him the bottom of her breasts.  “Do I look dangerous, Mister Officer?”

 

His eyes were smiling now and his face frozen intently watching her.  I’ll bet he’s done this before with some other pretty women, she thought. 

 

She leaned forward and let her hands offer her breasts up to his eyes.  “Or anything here?”  Her nipples were nice and hard.  She was squeezing and pressing her breasts while they were in her hands, occasionally getting a direct nipple squeeze between her fingers. 

 

“Keep going,” he said.  So she used the surface of the table to take off her shoes one at a time with each foot positioned for maximum viewing.  She danced into each position in her sexiest way.  She seemed to have a natural fluidity.  She always did but she was surprised that she seemed to be at her best under these circumstances.

 

She faced him as her fingers opened her belt, slid it out of the loops of her jeans and handed it to him.  He was stretched out with his legs apart, leaning backwards in the swivel chair.  Her fingers worked the button and the zipper of her jeans open, all the while, she swayed and hip thrust to the music.  As she pealed the tight jeans down over her legs, she found it difficult to keep her white plain (who thought she would get arrested) clean panties on.  Nonetheless she succeeded in getting her jeans off without loosing her total poise or her panties.  They were bunched up at the top but stopped from rolling off but the thin side-cut of the bikini shape kept them on.  She handed him her pants and moved in between his legs, very close to him.  “You better check these out carefully” she said. 

 

She danced in front of him as he tossed the jeans aside.  “You’re enjoying this aren’t you” she said.  He remained quite.  She put her hand on his shoulder and gave his muscle a quick squeeze.  “Wow, you work out everyday, don’t you?”  She let her open palm run across his shoulder to back and along the length of his shoulder.  She put her other hand on his other shoulder and leaned forward even closer.  Her breasts were within a foot of his eyes, a nipple pointing at each eye.  “Don’t you have to search my cavities Officer?  Do you want to start with my mouth?”  She leaned closer to him, putting her mouth within inches of his face.  She licked her lips.  Her naked breasts were leaning on his neck, touching the flesh of his chin.  She opened her mouth and breathed hot air along the side of his face.  She stuck her tongue out and moved it up and down and side to side while she moved her breasts back and forth lightly over his chest and neck.

 

“Stand back and straighten up,” he barked.  She did as she was told, suddenly shocked back into the reality of her situation.  “Stand straight.  Now take off those panties.”  He reached into the cabinet and pulled out a pair of medical gloves and began putting them on.  She took off her panties with no more dancing, a little hesitant about the impending search. 

 

“Please don’t do this, sir,” she pleaded.  “This is all a mistake.”

 

“Turn around, bend over and put your hands on the table.”  She did as she was told, filled with humiliation as she did.  I’m here in a fucking police station with some cop sticking his fingers up my ass, she thought.  He dabbed a finger on his gloved hand with a lubricant.  “Your ass is all tense,” he said.  “That’s the hard way to do it.  Relax your ass.”  As he said this, he put both of his palms on the cheeks of her ass and spread her cheeks.  His hands gently moved into her crack.  Then she felt his finger poke at her hole and he spread the cold lubricant slowly around the rim.  The first shocking touch turned quickly into enjoyment.  She seemed will-less and was enjoying the feel of his finger making circles around the edge of her rim.  He continually circled and was pressing up against the very inside.  She could feel her hole opening to his finger seeming to get more pleasure as her hole expanded.  She was thrilled by the feeling of the expanding.  He removed his finger to get more lubricant and when he returned he entered her hole directly.

 

His other hand was pressed in her crack separating her naked bottom.  His finger was still moving in circles and slowly moving inward with each circle.  She found this very exciting and was actually coming close to an orgasmic state.  He continued up her rectum for what seemed like a long time and when he withdrew he did so slowly.  As he moved away from her she began to get up and turn to face him.  “I have one more cavity to search.  Assume the position.”  She turned back into her position, again feeling humiliated.  She found herself riding this rollercoaster between sexual excitement and fear. 

 

“Open your legs wide.”  As soon as she finished his left hand was on her pussy spreading her lips, gently rubbing up and down to find and control the folds.  She was neatly trimmed so it wasn’t as hard as he made it seem.  Quickly a lubricated finger hit her just above her opening and slid it’s slickness up to and right around her clit.  It was done so expertly, that she thought it wasn’t a mistake and was deft and deliberate.  He was into this as much as she but hiding it better.  She let out a brief gasp as he circled her clit with his wet finger.  He went back for another dip and it looked like he dipped two fingers and a thumb into the jar.

 

He started with one but soon had two fingers in her and they were moving around inside of her.  She felt the two fingers massage her G-spot with one on each side and he rubbed up and down over and over again.  It was deliberate, she knew.  His fingers moved around and suddenly they were replaced with his thumb.  His fingers were on her clit and he was pushing his thumb in and around her, moving in and out.  As his thumb moved so did his fingers in circles around and near her clit.  She was gasping in rhythm to his probing and she suddenly realized it was a loud vocal moaning that he could hear.

 

His right hand reached around her hip under her and went right into her crotch.  The fingers of these hands spread her lips open while his other still lubricated fingers ran directly over her clit.  She was going to cum at any minute and then suddenly he stopped and removed his hands.  Her knees buckled.  My god, what could he be thinking, she thought.  He must know I was just there.  He couldn’t keep doing it for a minute more.  He was deliberately exciting me.  She turned around and used the desk for support.  Her energy drawn and her lust unsatisfied.

 

“Did you enjoy that?” she said dejectedly.  “Do you enjoy teasing me?”  

 

“We are not done yet,” he said.  We have to have the questioning now and I think you are ready for that aren’t you.  In fact I want you to turn around and assume the position for me one more time.”

 

She couldn’t believe this.  What was he after?  What was he going to do now?  She assumed her position again without enthusiasm.  He had changed gloves again and with just one finger of one hand, he inserted it into her vagina, felt around clinically and removed it.  He stepped back from her.

 

“Can I turn around now?”  “Yes, that was just one for the video recording.  In case someone questions whether my exam was professional or not.”  He smirked and pointed to a camera wedged into the corner of the room above where he was sitting in the swivel chair.  “We’ve got your whole show on video.  Charlie and I will have hours of fun watching it with a few close friends.”  He laughed.  “Your strip show would make for good court room drama and the papers would love it.  Maybe even FOX News.” 

 

She slumped onto the top of the table covering her breasts with her hands.  “But you were in there too.  You weren’t innocent.  You were into it.”

 

“Oh, we’ll edit that out.  Don’t worry child.  When the court sees it they will see you strip and offer yourself to me and then they will see me conduct a very professional exam.  I think we got you, sweety.”

 

“What do you mean – got me! What do you plan to do?”  She paused and quickly returned to her seductive character and said, “What do you want me to do for you, Officer?  You’re not going to send me to jail, are you?  Let me give you something instead.  Anything.”

 

“Well let’s see what kind of skills you have.  Service me, bitch,” he yelled.  She went over to him in the chair but he waved her off.  “I want to see this on the video,” he said and he moved the chair toward the center of the room.  She asked if she could remove his pants and she assumed his silence to be acceptance.  She undid his belt, unzipped him and pulled his pants down to his ankles.  She gave him her sexy look and leaned into him, breathing in his ear.  “You will let me go, won’t you, Officer,” she whispered in his ear.  Silence.  She slithered her body down toward his lap.  Her hands got there before her mouth and had no trouble finding his thick hard cock.  She poked it through the opening in his shorts as her hands enveloped it.  She then looked into the camera and posed his cock into its lens, her hand cradling it behind.  She continued to look at the camera as her face slowly lowered to the head of his cock.  She licked it slowly.  Then looked pleadingly into his eyes as she lowered her mouth over his cock.  She first played with just the first two inches, the sensitive under-skin of his rigid circumcised cock.  She grabbed the shaft with both hands and slowly slid her hands down pulling the skin around his entire cock to go taut.  She begin moving her mouth up and down a considerable portion of his average length but ample thickness.  Her tongue played sloppily where his missing foreskin was.  Up and down, while she looked up into his face.  He was in another dimension no longer thinking about anything but the feeling she was giving him.

 

She moved her mouth up and down in a rhythm that started slow and moved faster in easily paced increments.  She put some extra spit on him as the pace increased.  As he approached his orgasm, she began moving her hands up and down in synch with her mouth.  When he did come, his first spit caught her tonsil but she pushed his direction to one side, leaving his cock in her mouth through his entire ejaculations.  She didn’t swallow but opened her mouth so his cum ran down her chin.  She removed her mouth when he was done, pursed her lips and spit out the rest.  She knew she swallowed some and now had to swallow more as she cleaned her mouth with her tongue.  She wasn’t proud of her behavior with this silent man but her pussy was dripping and maybe he would let her go now.  

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Chapter 1 is found here

 

We plotted all week together.  Plotting to seduce this virgin man who cut my lawn.  This 18 year old Adonis who was unaware of his sexual powers and so shy that Sophia just wanted to cuddle him in a blanket of estrogen smelling flesh.  Cuddle him and coddle him and take his virginal member into her holes.

 

Together we plotted.  With me whispering in her ear while I pricked her naked body with my spear.  Telling her what she could do to him when I was hiding in the other room.   We tried out different scenarios.  What if it was overcast or cold?  We had promised a cooling sponge bath but we could substitute a steamy bath.  What if he had to meet a friend or his mother?  We could have him come back later to get paid.  In fact, we plotted all of the possible scenarios in detail.  Details which inevitably brought Sophia to an orgasm.  She loved thought of seducing this boy while I watched from behind some magic curtain.  She loved the anticipation of this Saturday.

 

So part of our plotting for this Saturday was for me to appear to be gone so she could work on his shyness without his fear of me showing up unexpectedly.  The story he would be told was that I was away on a business trip and wasn’t able to get home on a flight until 8:00 that evening.  So I was out and 1,000 miles away.  In reality I bought three small wireless cameras, put them in a network and set up my computer in the guest room.  I could switch between each of the cameras: one in the living room, one in the bathroom and one in the bedroom.  I would not be able to hear unless they were in the master bedroom which directly below the guestroom and shared some venting system that allowed sound to travel between the two rooms.

 

The weather on Saturday turned out to be very hot and humid.  In fact, it was perhaps the hottest day of the year.  Sophia had the AC on in the house but had set it so that the bedroom would be considerably cooler than the rest of the house.  She was wearing a t-shirt (no bra) and shorts with a thong underneath.  When Brian arrived she met him at the front door and after commenting on the heat, explained to him that she was going to take a cool bath and that if he needed anything he should just come in the house and help himself.  She also commented on my absence (and we had even driven my car away to a near by shopping lot to complete the story).  I could see on my monitor that Sophia’s nipples were quite hard and visible through her tight fitting t-shirt.

 

A few more pleasantries were exchanged and as Brian started to turn away, Sophia said to him, “In this heat, you will sure earn your sponge bath today.”  She could see the back of his neck redden and his eyes gave her a furtive guilty look over his shoulders as he went into the yard.  God, she thought, two hours before he is done.  Can I wait that long?

 

Well she did want to take that bath and she started running the water in the tub.  She stripped off her clothes and walked through the house naked making sure to pass by the windows.  I couldn’t follow all of her movements in my monitors but I could see Brian out the window, and while he was mowing he was looking toward the house.  I wondered if this could be dangerous.  Thanks god the lawn was pretty flat. 

 

He started near the house and was working his way away from it.  After he got a certain distance, Sophia got in the bath and enjoyed the buoyant and warm waters of her tub.  The tub was a modern fixture, slightly longer than most, with enough room for two seated facing each other if they didn’t mind being a little cozy.  I watched Sophia in the tub as she dowsed a sponge across her nipples, squeezing the water across her chest.  Her legs swayed side to side creating a current that forced the water between her legs.  She played apparently oblivious to my camera.  She was teasing herself and working up her sexual energy.  I don’t think she had an orgasm even when she rapidly cupped her hand in a motion that moved the water even faster against her clit. 

 

Brian, meanwhile, was finishing the lawn in record time.  Sophia had finished her bath and was drying herself (with the door open to the bathroom, I might add) when Brian came through for a drink.  The bathroom door opened into the hall and wasn’t directly visible from the path to the kitchen but Sophia stepped out into the hall when she heard Brian come in.  Holding the towel loosely in front of her, she asked, “Are you all done?” 

“No,” he responded with a lump in his throat as he looked over at her naked body.  While the towel hid the most sacred spots, he could see the flesh all down both sides of her body attesting to her nakedness and the idea that the towel might slip made it difficult for Brian to get out the rest of his sentence, “I just needed something to drink.  Is it OK?”

“Absolutely.  A hot one isn’t it?  You look like you have worked up quite a sweat there, young man.”  She liked the effect that calling him a young man had. 

 

Soon Brian was back finishing the lawn.  Sophia had put on her t-shirt and her thong but did not bother with her shorts.  She quickly rinsed the tub and reloaded it with slightly cooler water this time.  She had just finished filling the tub when Brain returned.  He stood at the doorway and announced that he was done.  She stood before him in her t-shirt and her thong.  The t-shirt came down about halfway down her rounded ass.  Brian stood seeming to try to catch his breath.  “Is it silly for a woman off my age to wear a thong?  I really need a young man’s opinion.”  Sophia raised the t-shirt so that Brian could see the entire front of her thong.  Then she turned and did a pirouette.  I watched Brian’s face almost fall to the floor and had to laugh at his reaction.  Sophia was a beautiful woman and her ass was nearly perfect but I thought Brian was going to scream as his face scrunched up and stared at her behind. 

 

“What do you think?” she asked again.  “It looks OK,” he replied.  “Just OK?”  “Better than OK,” he said.  “Do you think it is sexy on me?”  “Yes,” he gulped out. 

 

“So do you want something to drink?” she said as she walked away into the kitchen.  “Some more water.”  He stayed where he was and used his hand to wrench the fabric around his member and resettle its position.  When he was done I could see it even at this distance over the monitor.  It was big and stiff and sticking up in his pants at a position equal to about two o’clock.  It didn’t look like it would fit in his pants at a twelve o’clock position since at two it ran all the way up to his belt. 

 

She returned with his water and told him that he must have lost a lot of water in the heat today and that she said the best thing for him would be to soak in a tub of cooling water.  She explained that she had just run a fresh tub for him and that he could take off his clothes in the bathroom.  He hesitated and seemed a little disappointed that he wasn’t going to get his personal sponge bath.   “No I should really be getting home, but thanks anyway.”  Sophia was not going to let him escape.  She grabbed him by the waist and led him toward the bathroom.  “I will not take no for an answer!”  and she bullied him into the bathroom.  “Now get in there,” she said, “and don’t make me beat you.”  They both laughed sharing glances.

 

She left and he closed the door, took off his clothes, folded them neatly on the shelf in bathroom and lowered himself into the tub.  The temperature was just right – warmer than room temperature but not hot.  He still had a hard on and it stood straight up poking its head out of the water.  He was beginning to relax and he started to lie back in the tub when suddenly the door opened and in walked Sophia.  He sat up startled and cupped his hands over his cock in an attempt to hide it.  “I promised you a bath and a bath I will give you” she announced.  “But you can’t keep your hands like that if I am going to wash you.  Do you want me to cover you up?  I can do it if you want, but it makes no difference to me.  It looks like you should be proud of what you have.  Let me see it,” she said and she moved his hands away with hers, actually grabbed his cock in one of her hands and moved it from side to side, carefully inspecting it.

 

“Yes, Brian, you can be very proud of this tool.  I’ll bet all of the girls have told you that already.  Haven’t they?”  She looked into his eyes and could see his doubt and fear.  “Let me tell you, Brian, I have seen a lot of cocks in my day, and this one (she moved it to one side to emphasize her words) is one gorgeous specimen of masculinity.  Wait until the word gets around your college campus, the girls will come running to see it.”  She paused, still holding his cock in her hand.  “You’re not still a virgin, are you?”  She said it in a soft and sympathetic tone.  “No, no,” he said.  But she told him she could tell that he was lying.

 

As she said this to him, her hand wrapped itself around his cock and began sliding up and down in the water along its length.  “Do you like this Brian?  Do you want me to stop it?”  A murmur but not an objection.   Slowly she moved her hand up and down.  “Do you want me to make you cum, Brian?”  No response.  She grabbed a bar of soap that had been soaking in water since this morning.  It was the soap with the cold cream in it.  She lathered both of her hands and returned to stoking his cock.  The soap now made her hands slide more easily.  She stroked him with one hand and with the other moved it under his balls cupping them, softly spreading the soap over them and below his balls in that little area between his balls and his asshole.  She used both hands around his cock and started to stroke him faster.  He was loosing control now arching his back and humping into her hands.  She sued one hand to pull the skin down tight around his cock.  I could tell because while the water was beginning to get sudsy, the top of his circumcised cock was protruding and the tightness could be seen in the skin attached to it.  While this hand remained still pulling his skin, her other hand began rubbing faster and faster around the sensitive spot just below his head.  He tried to keep up but could not thrust as fast as she could use her hands.

 

The whole time this was going on, she was talking to him in a low sexy voice.  “Oh you like that, don’t you?  How is that?  Is this good?  What a big cock you have Brian?  I can just imagine how wonderful this would feel in my pussy.  Or maybe in my mouth.”  Just as she lowered her head to get near his cock, the first spurt jumped, flying at light speed and caught Sophia just above her eye.  She continued to lean forward, unfazed and opened her mouth to catch the second spurt.  He hands continued to work rapidly as he shot five of six times in rapid succession.  Then she slowed her strokes but kept him enwrapped.  Slowly she helped him spurt off two or three more shots.  She took some of these in her mouth and she enjoyed the fresh taste of this young boy.  Other spurts surrounded her face, closed one eye and hung off of her face as only cum can.

 

She reached over and wiped her face off with a towel.  Brian looked uncomfortable not quite sure what to do.  She looked at him very pleased while the towel cleaned her face.  He finally stuttered, “I’m so sorry Mrs. Williams.”  “I think you can call me Sophia, now.  Don’t be sorry.  I expected that and I’m too good not to get what I expect.  Now you relax while I wash you.”  She found a sponge and began to wash him in the tub like nothing happened.  He laid back and enjoyed her gently stroking.  She patiently washed him, then dried him while he stood.  She told him to just relax and she would do all the work.  As she dried between his legs, he began to respond to her touch with blood again flowing into his member.  He seemed less self conscious about it now.

 

She took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom instructing him to lie on the bed.  She told him that he was still a virgin but that he probably didn’t want to go off to college that way.  If he wanted she would teach him a few things.  Show him a few things and break his cherry in the process.  Brian was just being quiet and she took that to mean “go ahead”.  I could hear what was being said through the ventilation system and I could see him laid out in the bed on my computer.  I watched s Sophia took off her t-shirt.  She got on the bed and straddled him.  “Touch my breasts, Brian.  Excite me with your touch.”

 

He reached up and took both of her nipples between his thumbs and fingers and squeezed them both hard.  “Ouch.  Brian, that is a bit too hard.  Just use your fingers and circle the nipples.  Yes that’s better.  Yes, I like that much better than squeezing them hard.  Try holding my beasts in your hand like you were holding a football without touching the nipples.  Now squeeze gently.  Yes.  See how my nipples are all hard now.”

 

“Now I want you to lick them.  Just use your tongue for now. That feels very nice Brian.  It’s making my pussy wet.  It’s like there is a direct line to my pussy pump which pumps out juice for your cock to slide into.” 

 

“Now it’s my turn to lie down, Brian and I want you to sit up and take off my panties. Do you like these panties any better now?  Do you think they’re sexy?”  She wriggled out of her thong as he pulled them off of her hips.  I could see that she was enjoying showing herself to this young boy and her body spread itself open in front of him.  “Now I want you to take a close look at my pussy, Brian.  Have you ever seen a pussy before?”  He nodded, then gulped as he moved down the bed so his face was closer to her pussy.  She took both of her hands and pulled her shaven lips apart exposing her swollen clit and the pink of her innermost lips. 

 

“See how there’s two sets of lips around my pussy.  See how thick this part is right now.  It isn’t always that thick.  You’ve caused that to happen by getting me excited.  Put your finger in there and find my pussy hole.”  He inserted his finger and would up a bit too high.  “Just a little lower. Yes,” she started a bit as he found and penetrated her hole.  “That’s right, Brian.   Now can you feel the bumps just at the opening – around the entrance?  That’s right.  Yes.  Move in a slow circle like that. Oh that drives me crazy.”  She just moaned while he continued to press one finger in a circle around her entrance. 

 

While I couldn’t see I imagined her vagina loosening as it does when I do that.  I noticed that I wasn’t feeling jealous at all but that I was enjoying seeing her excited and manipulating this poor young boy.  I had taken my cock out of my pants and I was playing with it and while I watched the computer I leaned toward the vent so I could her each of her words.  Her voice was firm, not loud but directive like a patient teacher should be.  She was still holding her lips open with her own hands.

 

“That’s wonderful, Brian.  What a good lover you will make.  Do you know where my clit is?”  He hesitated.  “Right here,” she said as she used one hand to just barely touch the tip.  “Now this part of a woman is very, very sensitive and requires special care.  Do you want me to show you how to please a woman by exciting her clitoris?”  He nodded, still shy although the two of them were completely nude.  “First put your hands where mine are and hold open the lips like I have can you do that.  Pull my lips a little farther apart.  Yes.  Now lower your face to my clit and get your tongue nice and wet for me.  The clit needs lots of moisture.  Lick some moisture on it slowly.  Wow.  That is perfect Brian.  Do another like that – real slow.”

  

“OK, that was just a little hard.  Each woman is different so sometimes you have to try different things.  I really like it when someone licks just one side of my clit, almost beside it.  That’s close, Brian, but a little more to the side.  OH YES.  That’s it.  Now I love it when you start slow and increase the speed just a little bit each time.  YES.  YES.”  She was wiggling her hips making it hard for Brian but he was doing his best to stay with her.  She was screaming now and I had no trouble telling that she was having an orgasm. In fact, I was pumping along with her and about to explode myself.

 

Brian was trying to keep licking her and in the process became a bit rough – his inexperience showing – but it was too late for Sophia.  He could have been biting her or punching her and she still would have orgasmed.  It was massive too and one where she had to pull his head away to stop the sensations although he body gave her a couple of waves of rushes even after the catalyst was removed. 

 

As she began to gasp and return to reality, Brian spoke for almost the first time, “Did I hut you?”  Sophia was overcome by the gentleness of the young man in her bed she took him in her arms and squeezed him – a grateful warm hug.  “Brian, you were terrific.  That was just an outstanding orgasm.  The best I’ve ever had.”  She looked up to the camera, her face hidden on his shoulder and winked at me.  “When a woman gets really, really excited it just all gets too much to handle and you have to have it stop immediately.  But if you didn’t notice, (she chuckled) I had a huge orgasm.  You are such a terrific lover, Brian.”

 

“But there is still one thing,” Sophia said.

“What’s that?”

“Why, you are still technically a virgin!  And we can’t have you going off to college that way, can we?  Do you want to fuck me, Brian?”  She put a certain emphasis on saying “fuck me.”  It was in her low sexy voice.  It got to me and I’m sure Brian was ready too.  I could see his young cock standing straight up pointing toward his chin.  I had actually thought that maybe I would wait until Brian was gone so I could get sloppy seconds on my best gal but hearing her and watching her lie back and spread her legs open, I began to rub my own cock in earnest now.  I watched as Sophia helped lead his cock into her pussy.  She was whispering to him now and I could barely hear what she said.  Something about “using her.”

 

Well it didn’t take Brian long to cum.  He put his cock inside of her and once he started moving in and out he lost all perspective and control.  Even though it was his second orgasm of the day, he pumped away like a maniac for a minute or two before exploding inside of Sophia.  She kissed him on his face and neck and caressed his back with her hands.  As he came she grabbed his ass and pulled him tight.  Soon he lay motionless on top of her, still inside her.

 

I was so close.  So hot.  I leaned away from the vent and called my house on my cell phone.  I watched as Sophia answered the phone without even a slight movement from Brian.  “I am so hot.” I said.  “You loved getting your little virgin, didn’t you?  (Un Huh, she said) You loved teaching him. (Uh Huh) You broke that young man’s cherry and he will always remember you for it.  (I hope.)  OH,” I said trying to be so quiet.  I exploded just as I heard her say, “OK hon, I’ll see you later.  Remember life is a journey.  Have a nice trip.”  

His muscles were hard like stone and bulging.  Bruises covered most of his body and his legs were both in casts.  Her job was to give him a sponge bath and she was very nervous.  She had given them before but not to someone as good looking and let’s face it – so damned exciting.  She practically shook in his presence.  Little did she know that the staff was doing this as a reward for their young eager candy striper. 

 

Jill, 19 years old, had been volunteering at the hospital throughout the summer.  She was a college student who had just completed her freshman year.  Interested in pursuing medicine, she thought this job might give her some insight but it turned out to be mostly emptying bed pans and getting patients water and talking to the elderly.  Jill was a beautiful flower in bloom.  Tall straight and lean, she had well proportioned hips, a great shaped ass and legs that wouldn’t quit.  She still wore her b-cup bras although she had outgrown them.  But she really didn’t need any support from her bra as her plump breasts proudly presented themselves.

 

In spite of her maturing beauty and intellectual charms, she was still a bit insecure around men.  At least fully developed masculine men such as John Williams.  When she entered the room, her mouth would go dry and she had trouble returning his stare.  She could feel his stare and as she prepared the soap and water, he intently followed her around the room.  “How are you, today?” he asked.  She could barely get her one word response out.

 

She moved over to his bed and took folded his sheet down to his waist.  She knew she should say something to him about what she was doing but it was just too much to say.  “Are you going to wash me?” he asked.  “Yes,” she stammered.  “Well that’s great.  I’m getting a little ripe in here and was wondering when I would be able to take a bath. 

 

She started with his face and he closed his eyes.  It gave her a chance to marvel at the strong masculine lines of his face.  His perfect jaw line, muscles along the side of his face and the roughness of his unshaven face, all had an effect on her.  He knees were weakened and she felt a bit faint.  She had to remind herself to stop touching his face with the soapy water and rinse with the clean sponge.  As she moved to his neck and shoulders, she could feel the sinewy muscle groups.  He still had visible bruises over every each of his body from his downhill mountain biking accident.  She had heard that he went over a cliff and tumbled down for hundreds of yards. 

 

The bruises looked painful.  On a whim she abandoned the sponge using it merely to provide soapy water and used her hands to gently rub the soap against his black and blue skin.  Tight skin over hard muscles, looking so bruised.  It excited her in a way, no boyfriend ever did and she could feel herself responding between her legs.  Meanwhile he had become silent and kept his eyes closed.  He seemed to be concentrating on her touch and it gave her more confidence.  Almost a sense of control.  He uttered a soft murmur.

 

“Do the bruises still hurt?” she asked him.  “No!” he replied but she didn’t believe him.  They looked too fresh.  He’s just being a Man, she thought.  She washed his arms one at a time moving from one side of the bed to the other.  Under his arms she spent a little extra time double washing his patch of long wispy hair.  He continued to keep his eyes close and stay quiet and this made her more comfortable.  Her efforts became rhythmic and his murmurs more frequent.  First she used the soapy sponge to apply the water, then used long strokes with her hands to rub and wash, then rinsed with the clear water sponge.  Her movements just naturally followed the flow of his muscles and she was surprised at how excited she was becoming yet how comfortable it all seemed.

 

“Do you do massage also?” he asked, “you seem so good at this.”  “Just for my boyfriends,” she responded and surprised herself with her deliberate flirtation.  She felt herself blush.  He smiled.  “I’ll bet you have a lot of boys chasing you.”  “Not so many.”  “Do you have a steady boyfriend, now?” “Not right now,” she said and the conversation quickly seemed to end. 

 

She was washing now washing his stomach and realized as she went to move the sheet a little lower that he had an enormous erection clearly visible under the folded sheet.  How could she have missed it?  It was so obvious it was embarrassing her.  Yet she couldn’t stop looking at it.  She could feel her face flush.  It looked like he had a huge cock and she wondered if it, too, was covered in muscles.  She somewhat quickly washed his six pack stomach paying more attention to bruises on his sides and avoiding any possibility of accidentally touching his hard cock which was pointed straight toward his chin and went almost up to his belly button forming a tent in the folded sheet.

 

“Well, that’s it,” she said as she carried the soapy bowl over to the sink.  “Hey wait a minute, you missed a spot!”  “No that’s all, really!” she said as she slowly poured the soapy water down the drain.  “Now just a minute,” he said.  “I don’t know what your thinking but I’ve been laying in this bed for three days and I am pretty dirty and stinky down there.”  He pointed.  “Isn’t your job to get me as clean as you can?  C’mon.  I’m not asking you to do anything but wash me.”

 

She thought about what he said and it made sense.  It was her job to clean him and maybe she could do it in a completely matter-of-fact way.  Did she dare to try!  “OK,” she gave in and began to refill the water basin.  “I won’t do a thing,” he said, “I will just lie still and you do whatever you need to, to get me clean.  OK?”

 

When she returned to his bed side, he was lying back with both his hands under his head, elbows out, looking a little too pleased with himself, she thought.  His eyes were closed.  She took the sheet and folded it down to the top of his two legs casts, exposing his naked parts to the air.  She looked at his face.  He still had his eyes closed but a large smile had taken over his face.  Smug man, she thought, and she felt her panties oozing wetness.  Returning to his genitals she dripped the warm soapy water all around his hips and lower stomach.  Washing with her hands again (even though she thought about sticking to the sponge) she pretty much stayed away from his cock perhaps bumping it once or twice as she moved around.  But to clean his hair she realized she would have to somehow get it out of the way, so with one had she lifted it while the other worked the soap in and around his pubic hair and the base of his shaft.

 

She let his cock go and almost laughed at the way it bounced.  More water and she worked her hands between his legs.  His ball sack was tight but she realized that he appeared like other boys she had seen in this area.  His muscular wrap didn’t seem to invade his most sensitive spots.  She had trouble getting her hand in between his legs and so she went to the end of the bed and moved his legs apart by lifting each foot.

 

It was now much easier to reach under his balls and give him a good cleaning.  Her wrist and arm touch his cock many times and on occasion got it to jump all by itself.  She rinsed him and by this time she was handling his cock rather freely pulling it off to one side with one hand while the other one rinsed with the sponge.  He was now moaning and grunting and she noticed that his Cheshire grin had been replaced with a much more intense expression.  Served him right, she thought.  He asked for it.

 

She had a towel which she had neglected to use when washing the rest of him but now used it between his legs to dry him.  This extra bonus seemed more that he was expecting and when a portion of the towel fell across his stretched cock, his hips began moving in spite of the weight of the two casts on his legs.  She finished and mumbled some comment.  His eyes opened and looked pleadingly at her.  “Please don’t leave me like this.  Please help me.  Please.”

 

She felt sorry for him and took the towel in her hand and then held his cock in it.  She began slowly rubbing the towel up and down along his stiff shaft.  It was as hard as his muscles.  She could feel him looking into her eyes, but she concentrated on the movement of her hand.  When his hand began to reach for her, she quickly said, “No or I’ll stop.”  She moved faster and faster again as his audible breathing quickened with her pace.  He was grunting his approval of her hand movements.  She felt the towel was slowing her down and so she threw it aside using the direct contact of her hand on his flesh.  That did it for him and she was shocked to see his first gush of sperm shoot straight across his body and land on his own chin.  The second on his neck and the third on his chest before the remaining spurts were settling on his stomach.  She was sort of upset that he messed up her fine cleaning job.

 

She took the towel which had been tossed aside and wiped his chin, his neck, his stomach with tender slow strokes.  Then quickly kissed him full on the lips, surprising him, and turning wheeled her cart out of his room.  As she left she made sure to add a little wiggle to her hips, feeling quite satisfied with herself.  The doctor had said he would need an operation and that he would be here for a few weeks.  She was glad she had volunteered in this hospital.

 

This story starts with Parts 1 and 2.  If you have not read them yet, refer to Rush’s Table of Contents.

The manager called the three contestants up on the stage one at a time, and after a few comments to the crowd he announced ‘L’ as the winner.  “Catch them for a lap dance if they are willing,” he said rather lewdly.  “And ‘L’ will be back to do another dance for us later.”  The crowd cheered.  Danielle joined Ellen at her table with Adam and the guys.  She had come alone, and after their moments of rushed pleasure in the dressing room, a special bond had silently developed between the girls.  Adam had a tequila drink ready for Ellen and, she made quick work of it offering the last third to Danielle.  Adam ordered two more drinks for the girls.  The waitress was very attentive to Adam.  He always seemed to have a way of taking over any place they went into. 

 

Ellen hadn’t been seated for five minutes when someone came over and asked if she would give him a lap dance.  “I need to rest for a minute,” she said brushing him off.  “What do you think, Adam, are lap dances out of the question?”  He looked at her with his calm cool blue eyes and smiled, “No, I think you should do some lap dances.  After all we don’t come here every day.” 

 

Ellen’s breath skipped a beat.  She could feel the warm moist area between her legs signaling her excitement.  Adam asked her a few questions about what she liked, was she turned on, and who her favorites were.  He was genuinely enjoying the fact that she was going crazy with excitement.  Ellen marveled at his lack of jealousy and the way he was able to share her body with other men.  She loved this part of him, and silently promised to herself that she would return the favor to him as soon as she could.

 

Suddenly, there was a tap on her shoulder and she turned to see Mr. Rich asking her for a lap dance.  With a quick nod to Adam she took his outstretched hand and followed him to the V.I.P. area.  Mr. Rich, she thought, has done this before.  The V.I.P. area, in spite of the fancy name, was merely a section of 10 private booths along the back wall that was corded off with velvet ropes. The booths were each walled on three sides and had a heavy curtain in front.  Inside there was a padded bench with a back that went from one side to the other.  It was big enough for two to sit but Mr. Rich sat in the middle.

 

He introduced himself. Coincidently his name was Rich. “Don’t call me Dick” he said. He asked her if she had ever done a lap dance before, and she said no.  Rich explained the rules of the club to her pretty much along the same lines as the manager had described them.  She thought this was very nice of him.  It seemed like he didn’t want to get her in any trouble.  The music started and Ellen stood in front of him swaying to the music.  It wasn’t terribly sexual; just normal club dancing.  Suddenly, the curtain swung open and a man peeked in.  The suddenness of it caused Ellen to release scream.  He left as quickly as he came in.  Rich explained that he was there to keep a count on who was doing shows and that he would show up at the start of each song.  He also made sure that no one went too far.

 

Rich asked Ellen to take off her tube top and her skirt.  In the rush before she went back on stage, she did not take the time to put on her bra or her black panties.  She removed the pieces as he asked and stood before him in only her g string and high heels.  She danced before him much slower than the beat of the music, barely moving her hips in front of him.  As she swayed slowly she tried to move her hips in a sexually suggestive way.  It seemed to capture his attention. 

 

Rich was kind of an average looking guy but there were clear signs of success in his life.  His clothes were nicely fitted, and he had the physique of someone who worked out regularly.  His muscles weren’t bulging but his waist was trim and his chest and shoulders seemed to be proportioned nicely for his somewhat large frame.  His dark black hair was cut short and added to his professional appearance.  Ellen could imagine marrying a man like him; someone who seemed comfortable with himself.

 

Rich asked Ellen if he could suggest a few moves.  “Anything you would like,” she said.  “It’s your nickel.”  He first told her to straddle his knee and then put her hands on the wall behind him.  The he told her to rub her knee against the inside of his thigh.  Ellen leaned on the wall and moved her leg along the inside of his thigh all the way to his crotch being gentle when she reached his balls.  She looked at his crotch as she did this and she could see some stirring going on in his pants.  Then he asked her to rub her crotch against his knee.  Ellen had to crouch a bit to do this, but liked having her crotch pushed against his slacks.  She was probably leaving a moisture trail along his tan pressed slacks.

 

Rich continued to suggest positions for Ellen.  He had her turn her back to him and bend her ass into and onto his crotch.  When she did this she could feel the hardness of his cock through his pant leg.  It was positioned running down along the inside of his left leg, but was straining to stick up.  She moved her ass back and forth in his lap.  His legs were open and she was rubbing his cock with the side of her hip.  He had her put both of her knees on the bench beside him straddling his lap.  She lowered her pussy to his lap and ran it up and down ignoring the rhythm of the song.  Both of them were very aware that her small naked breasts were right in front of his face.  Her nipples had been hard all night.  Now they were pointing directly into his eyes.

 

The song ended and she started to get off of his lap.  “Please I will take another song.”  His voice was slightly meek, almost pleading.  She realized that this poor man was as turned on as she was.  Maybe more so.  Then he added, “In fact, I want a number of songs if that is all right with you.”  She reminded him that it would cost him $20 per song.  He said he would be willing to double her pay with tips if she lived up to his expectations.  If she needed any more motivation (which she didn’t) that provided it.  

 

Another song started. The curtain flashed behind her and she turned too late to see very much of the peeking man.  However, she noticed a man outside the booth sitting at a table beyond the rope trying to look in at them.  Rich asked her to stand for a minute and when she did, he reached into his pants and moved his cock around.  She watched intently as he moved his hard tubular member so that it was aligned with his zipper.  It was certainly big enough to be easily seen, even in the darkness of the curtained room.  There was something about watching him so obviously that tickled her. 

 

She returned to her last position with her breasts in front of his face, her knees on the bench straddling him and her crotch over his zipper.  This time she could feel his member rubbing through his pants and her g string.  She moved slowly along its length opening her own lips with its hardness.  His eyes closed.  She pushed her breasts forward and her nipples poked his closed eyes.  He quickly opened them and she backed off, but kept her nipples within an inch of his face.  She leaned back and put her hands on his shoulders, feeling every inch of his cock in her crotch.  He moaned softly, “I love it when you touch me with your hands.”  She was a bit surprised, but ran her hands down from his shoulder and across his chest.  He moaned and she could feel his hips move under her pussy.  Ellen undid one of the buttons of his shirt and moved her hand inside.  He seemed to love this as she touched his skin and rolled her fingers over his nipples.  She rolled her hips while she did this.

 

She could sense that her torso was getting a little heavy on his cock, so Ellen moved her feet to the floor. She pressed her breasts against his chest and slid down his body as she lowered her knees to the rugged floor.  When her knees almost reached the floor her breasts lay in his lap.  She pressed her tits against his bulging member as she went the last foot to the floor.  Her hands were on his knee and she moved them up along his thighs, slowly toward his mounded lap.  She looked into his eyes from her position on the ground between his legs.  He was looking down at her, almost in a dream state, but with a sense of anticipation.  Closer she inched toward his member.  Knowing there was still time before the song ended, she ran her thumbs up against the edges of his stiffened cock.  Up along its edges she went.  Then Ellen positioned both hands right on top of his member as she slid them down its length slowly.  She watched him as he groaned and smiled.  His legs squeezed her sides.  Her hands kept moving down his thighs and away from his most sensitive area.  She watched his reaction to see if he would be frustrated, anxious or pissed off but he looked pleasantly teased as he stretched like a cat waking up and had the Cheshire grin to match.

 

She ran her hands up again along the tops of his thighs across his abdomen to his hips.  Coming back down however, her hands again met in the middle and slowly traced the hardness of his member. His face was a reflection of his excruciating pleasure.  He seemed to be enjoying the tease and was not in a hurry to cum.  It occurred to Ellen how she could drain this man of every dollar he had by keeping him in this state.  Rich most certainly wasn’t ready to quit.  She stood up straddled one of his knees, put her hands against the wall and, put her knee into his crotch.  She moved it slowly in long strokes. She felt in complete control as the music stopped.  Along with her excitement she loved the feeling of power that she had over this man.

 

Ellen asked him how he was doing and if he was ready to quit.  “I’d like to keep going,” he said.  “But, I’m losing track of how many songs, so let me pay you now for what we have done.”  He reached into his pocket and took out $100.  As she took it from him, she wondered what she would do for change because she had left her money with Adam.  Then Rich handed her another $20 and told her to keep the change as a tip.  Wow she thought.  He will be spending a lot of money on me.  As the next song started, Ellen knew she wanted to please this man completely. 

 

She leaned forward and put her breasts in front of his face.  Rich seemed like a very disciplined student and didn’t move. He allowed her to dance with her breasts coming within a few inches of his face.  Simultaneously her knee was in his crotch.  Light came into the room as the curtain was opened again, but this time Ellen didn’t respond to it or turn around.  She waited a minute for the potential swaying to die down. She deliberately placed her breast against Rich’s face.  Yes, she thought, it was a violation of the rules, but she was pretty sure she wouldn’t get caught.  He was startled at first, but soon realized that she was deliberately offering her tit to him.  He eagerly sucked on it; sucking then releasing her nipple from the grasp of his mouth then licking and sucking again.  “Nice,” she thought as her nipple got very hard and long.

 

She let him suck one then the other breast.  While he was doing this, she undid a few more buttons on his shirt. She reached inside touching his bare flesh with her fingertips and palms.  He loved her touch and, with more buttons undone she could get both hands in and around most of his upper torso.  She removed her breasts from his face and leaned her head against his.  She kissed him on the side of his face and the side of his neck.  She whispered in his ear, “You can touch me if you want, as long as we don’t get caught.”   Her hands had moved to his shoulders and now she moved them down along the sides of his arms encouraging him to wrap them around her.  She felt his hands touch her thighs just below her ass.  His cool hands felt good and sent a tingle through her body.

 

She lowered herself, kissing his open chest. Rather than go to the floor as she had done before, she only bent over.  Then, she straightened up and turned around, placing her ass in his lap. In his lap was an overturned hull of a boat and, she had a perfect crease for it to rock back and forth in.  She loved the feeling of his hardness running along her ass. His hands were on her hips and, after a few minutes he began to take more control of the rocking rhythm.  She let him dictate the pace by rocking her hips while she kept her balance by pressing her hands against each side of the booth.

 

She bent forward to make more contact with her only slightly covered slit.  She could do this for hours she thought. Could he?  It worried her that he might be getting too close to orgasm, so she stopped the contact and turned around to face him.  He was a mess.  His shirt was open, his hair was mussed and he looked like he was beginning to get a little desperate for an orgasm.  She was concerned about the song ending, so she straddled him. She sat on his lap but didn’t move. Ellen could feel that her pussy was wet and her lips were swollen.  She gently began straightening Rich’s hair and, without redoing any of the buttons, closed his shirt.  He was breathing hard and began to catch his breath.  He showed no signs of anger or irritability, which surprised her. He’s probably had a hard on now for the past 3 hours and a raging one for 40 minutes, she thought.  The song ended.

 

“Had enough?” she asked, then added “I don’t want to break anything.”  “Not quite,” he replied, his voice cracking a bit.  He was an interesting man she thought.  Shy, quiet, disciplined and rich.  All the qualities that one looks for in a man.  The next song started and Rich had enough sense to remove his hands from her legs and put his hands back down on the bench.  Ellen knew this would probably be the last song.  Adam would be worrying.  She began to rub her bottom along his lap again.  Looking up toward the ceiling she was actually more conscious of how it felt to her than to him.  From this angle, she could feel his member along her entire slit right up to clit.  She had to tilt her hips as she rocked to get the full force across her clit.  Her pussy was dripping moisture.

 

While she was rocking she felt the curtain swish and felt the flash of light.  Just in time she thought as she pressed forward and leaned into Rich in order to get the full force of him against her clit.  The angle was such that her breasts were just below his chin, their heads resting against one another like two lovers.  Her soft hot breath loudly blowing across his ear and down into the nape of his neck.  “You know, much more of this and I might just cum,” she whispered to him.  “Please do,” he responded and, then added, “Do you want me to finger you?”  “Oh, please. Yes.”  She repositioned herself.  With both of her knees on the bench, one between his legs one hand on the wall, her legs were open allowing him to easily reach her pussy with one hand.  She could easily reach her hand across his lap and over his member, too and she did just that.

 

She was now straight forwardly masturbating him although it was through the thickness of his jeans.  In return he was doing the same to her.  Of course, all she had on was her g string.  She could feel Rich’s gentle finger tips rolling softly though her soaked little patch of cloth.  He remained on the outside of the material, but it felt wonderful when he was working around her clitoral area.  She was simultaneously rubbing his mound with her hand and leaning her head forward nuzzling his neck.  She did not want to kiss him on the lips.  A few kisses on his neck and cheek would suffice. Kissing him on the lips seemed too intimate, she thought, aware of the massive irony.

 

Gawd his fingers felt good.  Ellen was having a hard time concentrating on what she was doing and had to draw a little deeper to keep her focus.  As she became more focused on him – rubbing near the top of his cock with the bottom of her palm in a small circle – she could feel him lose his concentration on her.  But, like she did, he seemed to get it back.  They went back and forth like this from feeling great to ecstatic, from being in control to out of it, for most of the song.  He had explored her ass, grabbing it hard while she sat and rubbed on his wrist.  He ran his thumb along the length of her lips; up and down a number of times even to her brown hole underneath her.  He ran small circles around her clit and scratched the material over it with his fingertip, rubbing it quickly, bringing her to the edge of an orgasm.  She pulled down hard on the material covering his member getting some movement of his foreskin.  She traced a nurturing hand along the entire length.  She pressed her palm on his most sensitive area and rubbed the material in circles over it.  Finally she pulled down his zipper and reached inside leaving just the soft cotton fabric of his shorts between the fingers of her hand and his stiff, hard, fleshy cock. 

 

Boxers or briefs she wondered just before she heard the song ended. A curse escaped her lips as she repositioned herself to sitting facing him on his lap.  In this position her ass covered the fact that he was now unzipped.  He grasped her legs behind her knees, which were both resting on the bench, and pulled her close rather tightly.  Pulling at her was a way for him to release a little tension.  They were both on the verge of an orgasm and as the new song started they had to wait for the checker.  Ellen began rocking on his hips and rubbing her crotch and his member together.  Doing this was keeping her excitement high as well as his.  Where was the damn checker, she thought?  She had to calm down and await his intrusion, but she wanted to just keep going.  She bounced on Rich in a futile attempt to calm herself. 

 

Suddenly the curtain moved and the usual flash of light seemed to hesitate for a while.  She completely stopped moving for a second and the light disappeared.  Oh thank god.  She looked down at Rich.  She smiled and he had a serious puppy dog look on his face.  She lifted off, slid over and returned to the position she had before the music stopped. Her breasts wound up in a different spot right near his mouth.  He started simultaneously to suck on her tit and rub her g string again while she reached inside his pants and found his waiting cock.  It didn’t take long for him to start bucking his hips and, Ellen slowed it down just a bit.  She wanted a minute to concentrate on her own orgasm before she let him squirt.  She paused her thinking and felt him sucking and rubbing.  He sensed her need and began to focus exclusively on her clit.  Yes that’s it, she thought, that’s it.  YES! She had an explosive release.  She bucked and she could feel the juices let go beneath her and her legs wobbled a slight bit.  It was still throbbing away like waves at a beach when she returned to concentrate on rubbing him.  It took a few long slow strokes to get his hips moving and then she sped up her motion, rubbing quickly over the cotton material.  Her legs were clasped around his thigh and her pussy gave her one more pulse just as he arched and began to shoot his load into his pants.  She continued to rub him, slowing down and pulling harder to coincide with his hip thrusts.  Even when it appeared he had finished ejaculating she continued to caress his cock and even reached below to lift his balls.

 

There was plenty of time left in this song for them to clean up and for Ellen to get dressed.  Rich gave her another $100 bill. Ellen wished it was smaller bills because she was a little afraid of what Adam might think happened when she showed him how much she got paid for her “dancing.”  She kissed Rich on the cheek and they left the private booth.  He headed for the door worried whether his pants looked wet. She found her way back to Adam’s table alone.

This is the second part of a 2 part story.  The first part can be found here:

http://weblog.xanga.com/RushmoreJ/644265002/ally-part-1.html

 

The next morning they were on the road.  They chatted for hours and had some hours of just quiet companionship.  Her mind wandered during these silences and she kept thinking about the night before.  The view she had of her dad’s hardon and his masturbating and the way the girls warmed up to him.  He seemed in such a good mood this morning but she thought he must be frustrated sexually.  Nasty thoughts were entering her mind.

 

After 10 hours in the car, they found their motel where they had a reservation.  Apparently the motel thought that the reservation was for a husband and wife and instead of reserving a room with two beds, they reserved a room with a large king size bed.  Since it was all they had, they decided to make the best of it.  The bed was certainly large enough to share and Ally actually found herself excited by the idea of sharing a bed with him.

 

They were both tired, in part from staying up so late last night and decided after a quick dinner in the motel to go back to their room and get some rest.  Once in their room, Ally settled in to take a bath and asked her dad if he needed to use the bathroom first.  While he was in there, she took off her clothes and wrapped a towel around her.  When she sat down the towel ended at the very top of her legs.  She was putting her hair up when her dad returned.  They engaged in small talk but she noticed that he was glancing over her whole body while they talked.  She got up, went into the bathroom and bent over to test the water.  It was a little hot, so she adjusted the water slightly and returned to the bedroom.  When she stood up straight the size of her breasts opened the slit slightly, which was located in the middle of her front.  She exposed a slight bit of the flesh of her right side through the slit when she walked into the room. 

 

Soon the bath was ready and she closed the bathroom door but left it slightly ajar (so the steam of the hot bath could escape?).  As she lay in the tub her back was to the door.  Around the faucets, however, was a silver plate that acted like a mirror and gave her a view of the bedroom.  She could see her dad peeking through the doorway and decided to tease him.  She laid back and spread out her legs with her knees up.  She slowly waved her hand in the water causing a stream to move up in between her legs.  She liked the feeling of water pulsing through her slit and often used the bath as a prelude to masturbating.  Sometimes she would reach fulfillment in the tub; often she would have to finish in bed.  But she started now and didn’t know when she would finish.  She could see her dad’s movement in the now dim room reflected in the faucet shield.  He kept peeking in at her. 

 

She continued to pulse the water between her legs but also took time to wash her breasts and each leg.  She was very conscious of how if looked to her peeping dad.  She decided to wash her pussy by sticking her hips up and out of the water and ran the soap all over until it was good and soapy.  She lathered the suds for much longer than was necessary to get her clean but she was enjoying it.  Soon she rinsed and drained the tub.  It took her another 10 minutes to dry off and return to the bedroom.  She managed to wrap the towel a little higher than before.  As she moved around the room and bent over slightly for putting things back in the draws, the round bottom of her ass would show.

 

Her dad was lying in bed in his pajamas watching TV.  She decided to wear a tshirt and panties to bed and she dropped the towel in front of her dad with full frontal nudity.  With little delay she turned her back bent over and got her panties out of the dresser.  They were white cotton panties but rather clingy and cute.  She put on an extra large tshirt and crawled in to the other side of the bed. 

 

Her dad was so excited from watching her in the tub – lusting after her body – that he deliberately was sitting with his knees up in the bed and when she got in he lay on his side to hide his erection.  It would be a difficult night he thought, not being able to masturbate when his daughter was in the same bed with him.  And yet he imagined lying with her all night possibly touching her in his sleep and waking up with his arm around her as a kind of sweet torture.  He couldn’t sleep but he turned off the TV and the light and said a polite good night.  He thought giving her a light kiss goodnight would be too dangerous.

 

She tossed and turned a few times eventually lying on her back.  Her arms were by her side and had plenty of room to move about.  She wanted to touch her father, just to make some sort of contact.  He didn’t seem at all flirtatious like he was last night with her friends and she was afraid now is she came on to him that he would get mad or think terribly of her.  She had her hopes raised when she saw him peeking at her but now he seemed just interested in going to bed and not admitting his curiosity.

 

Ten minutes went by during which she could help but press her hand on the triangle of her public area, two fingers slightly separating her lips, and her long finger poking at her opening.  But mostly she just held her hand and her fingers in one place and pressed as though to hold in the burning in her pussy.  Since she didn’t come while she was in the tub she was very horny.  She gave a couple of tired stretches and moved her right hand toward him.  He was lying on his side facing away from her and her hand drifted toward his bottom.  With one last stretch as though she were asleep she left her hand laying against his ass.  He felt it and thought she must be asleep.  He was thinking he should do the same but he couldn’t stop thinking about her beautiful body, her warm hand and his engorged cock.

 

She felt his slight shifting which caused her hand to rest slightly differently each time he did it.  Hmmmm, she thought, I wonder if that is deliberate.  So she tossed and turned and rolled her whole body over close to him.  On her side, too, she cupped him but at a distance of about a foot.  She had her hands folded into her chest and the fingertips of one just touched his upper back.  She had moved well into the middle of the bed but he still had plenty of room.  After a few minutes went by she casually put one arm around him.  He didn’t move.  A few minutes later and she was cuddling him spooned in against his rounded back.  He could feel her breasts pressing against his back.  He assumed she was asleep as her warm breath on the back of his neck seemed so relaxed.

 

When she cuddled she gave him gentle hugs and let her hair graze his neck and she breathed gently on his neck.  After 15 minutes or so she rolled over away from him.  His is the next move she thought.  He was in a half sleep.  He had found her cuddling so comfortable.  It felt so right.  He rolled over onto his back.  His hard on had slightly lessened and was lying on his stomach.  Suddenly he felt his daughter stir and her hand moved across his stomach only inches from the top of his cock.  It started to grow to its full length involuntarily and its head poked against the side of her resting hand.  Her hand in a very natural moved over the top of it and slowly drew down its length.  Oh my god he thought, she must not know what she is doing.

 

She moved closer and cuddled against him with her breasts tucked in around his chest.  A shock ran through him as her legs wrapped around his.  She kissed him on the shoulder.  “I want to put your cock in my mouth,” she said and rubbed up and down the length of it with her hand.  He said nothing and she began kissing his chest and his stomach with soft deliberate passionate kisses.  He still didn’t move except to put one of his hands around her shoulders.  Soon she had worked her way down to his cock, easily pushed his pajamas down and kissed his shaft for awhile before enveloping it with her mouth.  Her hand wrapped around it tightly now as hand and mouth worked together to bring him to his full length.  Her hair fell against the flesh where his legs met his waist.  It felt so exciting but he kept reminding himself that this was his daughter and he shouldn’t be doing this.  Not with his little baby.

 

But she continued with an animal like quality that he couldn’t resist.  She made love to him while he didn’t actively participate.  She shifted around him moving all over his body.  Taking off his pants, kissing his legs, letting her flowing hair scrape along her fathers legs.  She lifted his top and kissed his chest rubbing her wet pussy along his bare naked leg.  She sucked on his nipples and placed her cotton panties right on his stretching cock.  They kissed, full on the lips and he gave in to his desire to hold her and he enveloped her body with his arms.  It was a passionate kiss followed by many quick kisses around each other’s face.

 

He looked into the face of his daughter and realized the love he had for her.  How dearly he thought of her.  What affection and warmth he felt for her.  And her body against his was so exciting.  Young, smooth, tight skin encapsulating in her firm curves.  Her breasts were so firm and her nipples were hard – little hard pebbles pointing through her tshirt.  He gave in completely to his desires and wanted to show her how good he was in bed.  He rolled over on top of her and lifted her tshirt over her head.  He kissed her neck and cupped her breasts while he licked on her beautiful hard nipples.  He licked on them and blew air across the wet nubs and repeated it.  He found his way to the junction of her legs, trailing kisses down along her stomach.  He hungrily lapped at the lips to her secret place listening eagerly to her increasing moans.  She was a moaner like her mother except less inhibited in their private room miles from anyone they knew.

 

He lapped and licked and sucked using her moaning as a guide to her satisfaction.  With a slow sucking technique on the head of her clit, she came and his fingers which were inside her could feel her ejaculating.  He stayed with her erratic rhythm using kisses licks and sucks until she was fully spent.  Or at least so he thought.  She pulled him energetically up and on top of her and begged him to fuck her.  He found the phrase so exciting.  “Please fuck me daddy.  Fuck me now.”

 

He positioned his cock inside of her and gave way to his own desire to pump her tight vaginal tunnel.  Moving in and out felt so good.  He started with a fast pace and went even faster responding to the complementary hip movements of his daughter.  She was an animal, he thought again.  But great fun in bed.  He pulled out just as he came and pressed his cock in between their stomachs squirting in short hard thrusts.  She hugged him close and felt his squirting.  She felt good about what she had done in spite of the taboos.  She loved her daddy and giving him satisfaction pleased her.  Seeing him so happy and affectionate and loving pleased her too.  It was going to be an interesting vacation, she thought.

So it had been going along like this now for about six weeks with each Saturday going longer than the next.  But before I tell you about what is happening now you deserve a little background. 

 

I am young, black, and proud.  Now in my mid thirties I have been out of work for a couple of years.  On my last job I got into a really bad argument with my boss – the racist bastard! – and it’s become very difficult to find work ever since.  I’m married to Maria, a beautiful successful white woman for over ten years.  We have a great relationship except for the fact that I am out of work.  She gets frustrated with me hanging around the house all day and I get frustrated with nothing to do all day.  It’s hard enough when your woman makes more money than you do but when you have no income and have to rely on her for everything well, sometimes I feel emasculated.

 

So a couple of months ago we had an argument and Maria came to me after a few hours of silence and told me she had the answer to both of our problems.  She wouldn’t explain what she meant but it seemed to calm the fires between us.  And so the following Saturday it began.  She told me to be ready for work by 10:00.  And told me to make sure I was dressed casually but clean.  She still refused to tell me what the job was.  I spent the morning with a big breakfast, coffee and a newspaper and then showered, shaved and dressed.  I put on a sort sleeve dress shirt and a pair of khaki pants. 

 

“Good,” she said, “you look very handsome honey.  Come with me to the bedroom.  We have enough time for a little quickie before you start your job.”  She glanced at her watch and led me up to our bedroom. 

 

“But, Mary, I shouldn’t get all sweaty,” I wondered what had gotten into her.  Even though it wasn’t unusual for us to engage in morning or afternoon sex it seemed a bit unusual for her to pick this specific time.

 

“Don’t worry honey.  I’ll do all the work.  You can just lie there.  In fact, why don’t I tie you up.”  I felt my pants tighten.  We sometimes enhanced our usual sex with a bit of bondage.  We switched off from one to the other but I actually enjoyed it most when I was tied up.  No responsibilities, unable to do anything, simply lie back and enjoy her ministrations.   I was in for a surprise.

 

Once upstairs she removed my shirt, laid me on my back on the bed with my head toward the bed’s bottom.  She took out our rather sturdy silk ties and bound each of my wrists to the two foot posts pulling them tighter than usual.  Then she spread eagled my legs and tied them to the head posts.  I was still dressed in my pants and she undid and removed my belt, opened the snap, and slowly slid my zipper down making sure she made as much contact as possible with my growing manhood. 

 

I was wearing black jockey underwear and she took her hand and spread it over the cotton fabric, slowly finding her way to my most sensitive areas with her fingers.  As my member struggled to extend itself, she repositioned it by grabbing it and pulling it through my shorts. 

 

“So, let me tell you about your new job,” she said as she continued to stroke me as I extended to my full 10” length.  “I was thinking to myself, what is it that Bradley does the best?  And it became obvious to me that your best qualities come out at night.  Or rather in bed.  Wouldn’t you agree?”  Her eyes had a mischievous glint to them as I agreed somewhat hesitantly.  “So then I thought how can we take advantage of Bradley’s skills?  And it came to me in a flash.  I know a lot of women who would like to purchase a pussy licking without any complications.  Simply confidential, uncomplicated, and quality pussy licking.  So that’s what I have done.  You will spend the rest of the afternoon giving mustache rides.” 

 

She got up rather suddenly.  “Any questions,” and she went over to our “toy” draw and got out a blindfold that we occasionally used.  She placed the blindfold over my eyes.  I was stunned.  Not sure what to make of it when I heard the doorbell ring.  She left the room to answer it and I thought maybe I should just go with this.  It might not be all that bad.

 

That first day I gave only three rides (I don’t actually have a mustache, by the way) and it was definitely interesting.  I could not see a thing and the women didn’t talk to me, but I could hear each of them enter the room, undress and position their pussy and clit over my lips.  I was quite good at pussy licking and I have to say I enjoyed it.  The women were all clean and rather tasty.  I enjoyed getting a woman off and dancing with her as she built up to a climax.  I say dancing because with each woman there was a technique to working with her excitement and her sensations.  It was like a dance.  I would lick and she would respond.  Women liked repetition in their pussy licking but too much repetition eroded the sensation.  Somehow you had to continue moving it forward.  Continue to bring a new sensation to the old, then repeat, then break, then a new tickle and so on until she exploded.

 

The hard part was that fact that I had to stay erect for the entire time without any satisfaction.  My own pleasure was largely random.  By that I mean some of the women when they sat on my face felt an urge to touch and rub my cock.  Occasionally one would pull my shorts down and touch my sensitive flesh.  Sometimes I would even get a kiss or two planted on my big black cock but no one ever seemed interested in my satisfaction.  It wasn’t until later that I realized my frustration was part of the Rules that were explained to each client prior to their session.

 

Between each session, Mary would come in and visit me.  She would wash my face and clean me up for the next customer.  If it looked like I was getting soft, she would expertly titillate me in just the right way to regain my erection for the next customer.  She used to claim that no expertise was needed, that the “tool” was pretty simple to operate – just a touch in the right spot was all it took.  But she could tell exactly how much I needed to keep me stimulated without sending me over the edge.  And most importantly, at the end of every workday she would remove my pants and mount me and fuck me furiously for the entire two minutes it took to get me off.  Well, okay, two minutes is an exaggeration but it didn’t take long.  Sometimes I would work on her until she came and I was ready for a second but given the day that I had she often understood if we skipped her pleasure.

 

That was the first week of work.  Three customers.  Now we were up to seven customers, starting at 9:30 in the morning and going to about 5:00.  I got 45 minutes off at noon to shower and eat before I had to reassume my position.  Each session lasted 45 minutes with about 5 minutes in between for cleanup, etc.  Based on the “evaluation” forms (can you believe that!), it was decided that I should be naked on the bed and one hand restraint was loosened so that I could reach her pussy with one hand.  It turns out that this was not quite enough to allow me to touch myself.  And rather than be completely naked I started each session with a small hand towel draped over my cock.  Without the restraint of my shorts it formed a noticeable (and embarrassing) tent.  Actually more like an A frame house than a tent. 

 

I continued to be blindfolded so to keep the identity of the women confidential but some of them did talk to me.  These I’m sure were women I didn’t know but a number of the regulars remained quiet and I can only imagine that they were people I had met.  Neighbors, friends, Mary’s coworkers.  I found I spent the rest of the week wondering if any of the other women in our life had sat on my blindfolded face. 

 

Today, the first two women were rather routine.  They mounted me, teased me slightly by pulling the towel off of me and occasionally touched my cock, but most of their attention was focused on their own pleasure positioning themselves to optimally receive my tongue on their clit and my fingers in their pussy.  The third customer of the day was new.  I could tell by her hesitation to get started.  After she made no contact with me for the first 5 minutes, I encouraged her by asking her if she wanted to remove the towel on my cock (Maria always returned it before each customer.)  She removed the towel slowly, sliding it sensuously down my cock, driving me crazy.  “Can I touch it?” she asked.  “Sure.”

 

She touched it with just her fingertips, very gently.  Tracing her way down my complete length, her hand worked its way under my ball sack which was tight and clenched up close to my shaft.  With my legs opened she continued and tickled further down putting her finger on the opening to my ass.  “Do you like to have your ass touched,” she asked in a high pitched gentle voice that sounded like that of a younger girl.  The question made me think she was older.  “Yes,” I responded, “do you?”  “Oh yes,” she said with feeling, “I was hoping you could do that to me.  Is that part of your service?”  Her finger poked into my ass a little causing my hips to lift slightly and my cock to stretch.

 

“If you like. I am here to satisfy YOUR needs.” 

 

That was all the encouragement she needed.  This woman with the teenager’s voice, who I thought might be shy, took complete control of our session.  She positioned her ass cheeks right over my lips.  I played in her crack with my mouth gently working its way around the area.  My tongue played around her brown hole.  But as soon as I tried to stick it in, she lifted her ass away from me and returned slowly.  “Gentle for now,” she said.  I stuck my thumb at the edge of her pussy opening and rolled it around the rim, pressing on it.  Her moaning told me she liked that.  I eventually worked my way inside with my thumb and opened the lips which formed a hood guarding her tiny dancer with two of my fingers. 

 

My fingers slid up and down between her lips so that they would touch her clit.  Just touch its stiffness.  Then push a little on the skin that enveloped it.  I pushed and held the skin up exposing her clit but waiting while her mind concentrated on my nose sticking into her anus, then rubbing along her crack my tongue tracing a line from the bottom of her vaginal opening to her ass.  Slowly, stopping as my tongue just touched the brown rim.  Then the movement of my thumb, sliding in and out pressing up into her vaginal opening and back to my fingers.  Before I could repeat this staccato pattern one more time she began to come and I furiously sped up the efforts of my fingers and my tongue.

 

First she pressed harder on my face.  Not so concerned about gentleness now, I thought.  Then she fell forward as the orgasmic pulsations overcame her. She fell forward and her cheek made contact with my fully erect cock.  Wow did that feel good.  I moved my hips a little and she cradled my cock in her hand pressing it against her face and kissed it.  I couldn’t help myself and I came.  She encouraged me continuing to press me against the side of her face as I released pent up spurt after spurt. 

 

Thank god it was my lunch break, I thought.  But Maria might still be mad.  She made a point of telling the women not to let me cum.  After a few minutes she got up.  “Do you accept tips?” she asked.  I hope Maria lets her come back for another session.

My wife and I had discussed her attraction to my best friend, Paul.  He was a bit bigger than me at 6’, with curly blond hair and had a thin but athletic body.  She thought he had a cute ass and his clever sense of humor tickled her.  I had teased her with the thought of a threesome for a long time but I had never mentioned it to Paul.  And we had never done anything close to a threesome because Jen was basically a shy almost insecure person.  But the fantasy made for great sex.

 

This hot summer day, Paul came over to help us cut up and stack a cord of wood that was delivered as full length logs.  It was hard work and we stayed with it for about three hours before the sun had taken enough of our strength.  We came in for beers and ice tea and decided to quit early for the day.  After a couple of beers I suggested showers and Paul went first.  While he was in the shower I spoke to Jen and told her to complain about her back being sore when she was done with her shower.  She asked why and with a twinkle in my eye, I said, “Wouldn’t you like a nice relaxing back rub.”  I let her imagination fill in the rest.

 

The subsequent showers went quickly with a little bit of flirting between Paul and Jen as they came in and out of the bathroom.  He, predictably, had a comment and a suggestion for her when she tried to dash to the bedroom in a towel.  She of course, stopped and flirted sticking her leg out at him so the fold of the towel opened and showed her whole leg right up to her hip.  She came out dressed in a tank top and tiny shorts.  The two men were sitting on the couch drinking beers and listening to music.  As requested, she mentioned that her back was bothering her and I immediately suggested that I give her a back rub.

 

I asked Paul to move to the chair, while I spread the cushions of the couch onto the middle of the floor and had her lay down on a sheet used as a covering.  She lay on her stomach and I began to rub her lower back, asking her where it hurt and she replied that it was both in her lower back and in her shoulders.  I asked Paul how he was feeling and he said fine now that he had a beer in his hand.  I then suggested that he get on the other side of her and help me massage her.  I sensed no hesitation as he made his way onto the floor.

 

When I pulled her tank top up to the top of her shoulders she had to rise up off the cushions a bit so it could get over her size C+ breasts.  As we got a quick flash of their sides I gave Paul a facial expression that said – pretty nice huh.  He nodded back.  We massaged her entire back with four hands rolling and kneading her skin.  She moaned in response to my questions about how it felt.  I made a big deal about trying to get to her shoulders with the tank top on and finally told her in an exasperated tone that the top would have to come off.  She objected, but I insisted telling her that she was already naked around her breast area.  So she reached up and took it off.  I could tell as she settled in again that she was really beginning to enjoy this and I knew her imagination was getting going.

 

As I rubbed her shoulders in a smooth sensual way I repeated defensively that she complained about the pain in her shoulders and lower back.  After a pause I told Paul to pull her shorts down a little so he could fully get to her lower back.  Jen acted like she wanted to complain and didn’t provide any help but soon Paul had dropped her shorts about three inches lower exposing her whole back.  Neither of us could tell if she was wearing panties.  We continued to massage her, moving up and down along her back trading places on her lower back and shoulders and then I decided it was time to rub her legs.  I told Paul to do the leg closest to him while I did the one closest to me.  I told him to follow my lead and we would rub symmetrically down and up her legs.  When he moved beside her leg, I could tell from the bulge in his pants that he was getting excited from rubbing her cool smooth flesh.

 

We started down and took our time doing it each using two hands.  We massaged her feet which were nice and clean from the recent shower, lifting them up to get at them.  As I returned her leg to the cushion I made sure her legs opened up a bit more than they had.  Then I slowly began moving up as Paul followed, gently rubbing around her leg.  We moved to the bottom of her shorts and I got two full fingers under the edge touching her ass and the inside of her leg very near her crotch which was very moist.  Paul did not follow that move even though I encouraged him with a look.  I didn’t know how far he would go, but he was clearly enjoying it.  I rubbed her ass through the material of her shorts and rocked her back and forth as I did.  We both gave her a few very light gentle strokes all over her back and legs as though we were finishing.  She stretched with all the tension of her imagination and the massaging.

 

I then told her it was time to turn over and she objected since she was wearing no top.  I told her I would put her loose top over her breasts.  I picked it up and held it over her back so she could modestly turn over which she finally did after a bit of protestation.  I laid the jersey loosely over her breasts.  We began to rub her stomach and the top of her shoulders.  I started to rub the sides of her breasts under the top.  She was watching us.  I told her in kind of a commanding way to keep her eyes closed and just enjoy the feeling.  She obeyed.  With a look I encouraged Paul to rub around the edges of her breasts and he did.  She didn’t object.  She just lay there with her hands under her head and her eyes closed.  I started to move my hands very gently across the tops of her breasts keeping her modesty with the top over my hands while Paul was rubbing her stomach.  She was peeking.  I told her not to look and threatened to blindfold her.  I knew she was curious who was rubbing where and it was driving her nuts.

 

I lifted my hands off of her and with a look suggested to Paul that he rub her breasts.  He lifted his hands and I immediately placed mine back down where he was on her stomach.  My fingers were pointed toward her legs and my fingers edged their way under her shorts.  With one hand I unsnapped her shorts.  Paul who had begun to rub her upper chest had moved down under the tank top and was rubbing and squeezing her breasts.  I was smiling at him; encouraging him.  She again stretched and slightly arched her body and I knew I had them both.  She was having trouble staying still and Paul was definitely into massaging her breasts which he did magnificently using two handed squeezing mixed with gentle finger passes on her nipples.  Even though the top blocked my view I could see what was going on and I was enjoying it too. 

 

I caught her peeking again and I took the top off her breasts and placed it over her eyes tucking it under the sides of her head.  Her breasts retained most of their perkiness since her hands were still up under her head.  Her nipples were huge and as hard as I had ever seen them.  Paul and I looked at each other with huge grins on both our faces.  I asked her if she was wearing panties and she asked why I wanted to know.  I told her to just answer the question and when she said yes, I began to remove her shorts, pulling the zipper down.  She didn’t object, in fact, she raised her hips as I pulled them off her legs.  I sat in between her legs, spreading them wide, and rubbed each leg up and down with one hand.  Paul continued to focus on her top although not just on her breasts.  He was rubbing her sides pulling the skin toward the middle with smooth strokes up and down the length of her stomach, chest and shoulders, still true to the massage.

 

I leaned forward and kissed her on her stomach with my chest just touching her panties and Paul returned to touching her breasts.  I think she had her first orgasm at that moment as her legs squirmed and her back arched as she tried not to moan.  Her breathing, however, was a dead give away.  No one acknowledged the orgasm and we continued to massage her.  I suggested to Paul that we trade places and we did.  After kissing her on her cheeks and neck and getting a warm return kiss from her, I straddled her still blindfolded head and touched her more than massaged her and began kissing her all along her body at the same time.  I moved my whole body down toward her stomach while Paul was rubbing her legs. 

 

My hands moved to her panties and began to rub her pussy through the cloth while Paul watched intently.  She was soaking and her panties clung to her crack.  She was wriggling again and arching and now noticeably moaning.  I guess the pretenses were over.  I reached each hand under her the sides of her panties and teased her by touching the flesh near her triangle.  Looking at Paul, I told him to join in and he also teased her by rubbing her legs in the fold between her legs and her pussy.  I pulled the sides of her panties together exposing more of the large swollen lips of her pussy and Paul took advantage of this.  My legs were on either side of her chest with my groin hanging in her breasts.  I felt Jen’s hand reach up and rub my ass through my sweatpants.  I turned around and told her not to touch me and to just lean back and be still if she could.  She responded by returning her hand behind her head and giving a huge prolonged arch.  Paul took advantage of this by rubbing her pussy down the middle with his palm.

 

I encouraged him and said how she seemed to like that a lot and he should do more of it.  He continued to rub her pussy when she lay back down.  I told Paul to take her panties off and when he had them half off I commented if Jen doesn’t mind.  She just moaned a loud positive response.  I told Paul that it looked like her pussy needed a tongue cleaning and he immediately complied.  I turned around and began kissing Jen on her face, neck and shoulders while she had a huge obvious orgasm that just kept cuming and cuming.  Later she told me she had a rush of multiple orgasms during this time but they were so close together she couldn’t count them.

 

We relaxed with a cigarette and beer.  The blindfold had come off when I was kissing her and she now used it to loosely cover her groin while she lay on her side.  Paul and I were still completely dressed and the oddness of this escaped nobody’s attention.  Jen objected and said we should take off our clothes.  I could tell she hasn’t yet had enough and I quickly pulled off my clothes while Paul stood a little dazed.  I moved behind Jen and reached around in front and began playing with her breasts.  I told Paul that I thought she would like to see him do a striptease.  I told him that if he did, I would let him fuck her first.  She punched me but I knew she didn’t mean it. 

 

He waited for the start of the next song and stood and began dancing with the music.  He had good rhythm and moved his hips in front of Jen’s face.  She was staring at his noticeable hard on in his jeans.  I was lifting and cuddling the weight of her breasts while he danced.  It was beginning to get dark and this added to a romantic atmosphere.  First, he took of his shirt and did a pretty good job making it look sexy.  Then at the end of the song, he disappeared into the bedroom.  When the next song came on out he marched with a pillow in front of him.  It took a few minutes before we could tell he still had his shorts on.  He wore black jockey style shorts which held his large cock tight.  He danced with the pillow mostly rubbing it in front of him against his crotch.  Eventually, he moved to the arm of the couch and leaned against the pillow which rested on the arm.  His hands free, he removed his shorts.  We couldn’t quite see his cock because it sank into the softness of the pillow.  While he was doing this I put my hand in Jen’s crotch and with her tank top still there began rubbing the top up and down in a way she seemed to enjoy.  Paul was dancing with the pillow, rubbing it in a way that let his cock appear above the top of it as he moved the pillow down with the rhythm of the music. 

 

Then a slow song came on and I suggested to Jen that they dance together.  She made a comment that with that big thing in front of him they wouldn’t be able to get that close.  But she got up when I urged her and they fell into each other’s arms.  At first it reminded me of catholic school dances – leaving room for the holy ghost.  But soon Paul wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close.  I don’t think I have ever seen two naked people dancing together before but it was real sexy.  His cock was pushed into her belly and was listing to one side, so when they danced around in a circle you could see it pressing against her.  They both started kissing each other’s neck and their hands began to wander.  I left the room to get condoms and candles and when I returned he was lying on top of her on the sofa cushions pressing his thigh between her legs and they were deep throating each other with their tongues.  It didn’t seem to take long for Jen to return to her wild excited state and this time she was moving all under him and grabbing his ass and pressing her breasts between them.  You could tell he enjoyed the abandon with which she went at it.  I was pleasantly surprised with how excited I was watching my best friend with my wife in such an intimate way.  When we talked about the fantasy and the attraction I always wondered if I would feel differently watching it.  But I was as excited as they were just watching.  I loved it when Jen was out of control with sexual desire and she sure was today. 

 

I lit the candles and handed Paul a condom.  I then sat in the chair that was by their feet and played with myself as I watched them.  Paul went down on Jen for a short time, teasing her clit with his tongue, not wanting her to orgasm that way this time.  God, he’s good, I thought.  Jen looked at me while he was doing this and I gave her a big smile.  She closed her eyes and relaxed.  Soon Paul was on top of her, entering her slowly.  He paused his cock as it was moving in but Jen couldn’t wait and her hips rocked up and down bringing his cock in more frantically.  She was already beginning another orgasm.  Paul couldn’t help responding to her movements and soon he too was out of control with no thoughts about entering slowly or teasing her.  He was pounding away at her fast and hard but with smooth strokes that she seemed to feel every inch of.  In a few minutes he was screaming and she was moaning and it completed itself.  They cuddled together for a few minutes before he pulled out and turned over.  I think he was concerned about how I might be reacting.

 

“My turn”, I said with a grin and Paul got up and headed for the bathroom.  I moved my head to Jen’s crotch.  Since Paul had worn a condom there was no sperm to deal with, but I was wondering how moist she remained.  Licking her pussy lips and clit I saw no problem.  I lifted her legs and kissed around her brown hole which I knew she liked sticking the point of my nose into the opening of her pussy at the same time.  As I moved up and along her body with my kisses and tongue she began to slowly squirm again.  I moved up quickly and with our faces together, she kissed me and whispered her gratefulness.  I told her we were just getting started and she moaned deeply.

 

I asked her if she could feel how hard my cock was and soon I was positioning it at her opening.  I slowly moved it in an inch and rubbed it back and forth at her entrance. With each thrust I went just a little deeper until she was fully matching my thrusts.  Paul returned from the bathroom.  I told him to get ready again.  This nymph still hadn’t had enough.  I pulled out of her and told her to change positions and get on top.  She was in a very submissive mode and sat astride me sliding my cock into her wet hole easily while I was on my back.  I told Paul to come over because she wanted to give him a blowjob.  He stood with his feet on both sides of my shoulders and presented his half hard cock to her.  He eagerly grabbed it with one hand and brought it to her tongue.  Licking it and kissing it, she was looking into his eyes, while I had a bottom ups view of it all.  She and I were riding together like a bucking bronco until I came spurting deep inside her.  As we stopped our bumping she continued to work Paul’s cock, working him all the way into her mouth.  I reached over and handed her another condom which she expertly rolled down the length of his cock.  I told her to get off me and prepare for him.  She was building to another orgasm.

 

She got off of me and asked Paul if he would do her doggie style.  It had a pleading tone to it and Paul was more than willing to comply.  She leaned forward into the chair and he knelt behind her.  It was her favorite position and she had a great ass.  Paul eagerly humped her but would slow as she started to reach the edge of her orgasm.  He was deliberately teasing her and she seemed to grow wilder as a result.  He alternated hard rhythmic thrusts with still hips and caresses over her breasts and shoulders.  She started to beg him to fuck her and when he began thrusting again she screamed Yes Yes Fuck Me Fuck Me and this time he kept going until they were both drained.  She began to weep softly as they collapsed together back down on the cushions where I was.  She gave me a long slow thankful kiss and turned to the other side and kissed Paul’s shoulders snuggling into his side.  I caressed her ass very slowly.   We cuddled that way in each other’s arms with her in the middle for about a half-hour before we realized how hungry we were. 

 

We had a few more threesomes after that with Paul, but none as exciting.  I think Jen always enjoyed them, but eventually Paul and I became a bit less enthusiastic.  Typical of men, Paul and I never discussed our trysts outside of the experience themselves.