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(Someone asked me to publish this anonymously for them.  She hopes to win but didn’t want to be recognized.)

It was a good thing he was reading his newspaper.  He didn’t notice me looking at his junk.  It looked exceptionally huge in his tight jeans.  I couldn’t keep my eyes off of it.  He was a black man and had a decent upper body.  I could see the muscles of his arms as he held the paper in his short sleeve shirt.  But in truth my eyes kept moving down to his jeans and that meaty sausage with the curve in it.  I wondered what it would look like erect.  I wondered whether he was circumcised.  I’d heard that a lot of black men weren’t.

Suddenly he folded his paper and left it on the bench.  He rose and began to walk in my direction.  I looked down at my blanket in the grass trying to avoid staring at him.  His legs moved toward me and he took a position standing right in front of me.  I looked up – slowly.  He was standing very close and I could still see his bulge even as I looked into his face. 

Smiling at me, he said, “Do you like what you see?”

“What do you mean?”  I pretended ignorance but my heart began racing.  I felt like a child caught stealing a candy bar.

“Do you want to touch it?”  I think his hips thrust forward a bit or maybe it was my imagination.

“I don’t know what you are talking about?  Do I know you?”

“No you don’t know me but I saw the way you were looking and I know you want to touch it.  Don’t lie to me.”

“You expect me to touch it here, in the park, right now.  I’m not that sort of girl.”

“Everyone is that sort of girl.  There is no one around at the moment.  And my car is right over there if you prefer.  Go ahead.  Give into your fantasy.   It’ll be fun.”  He had a warm smile and a soft voice.  He grabbed himself with his hand and moved it slightly taking the curve out of it.  I looked around and there was no one nearby.  I reached up and touched it.   It was large and soft.  I felt strange touching him and didn’t do it for long.  I could feel a tremble run from my hand to the rest of my body.

“Come over to my car and I’ll let you see it.  Wouldn’t you like to see it?”  I decided to go with it.  What the hell.  Leaving my blanket behind, we were in his car in a flash.  He pushed his seat back and undid his belt, snap and zipper.  Pulling his pants and shorts down to his knees, I got my first look at his endowment.  It looked even larger unsheathed from its covering.  Long, thick and very black it was uncircumcised and still flaccid.  It was awesome, if size is important to you.

“Touch it,” he said.  “See if you can make it grow.”  I put my hand under it and felt its weight.  I realized I could put both hands under it side by side – it was that long.  I pulled his foreskin down and I could see it begin to respond to my touch.  I looked at his face and he had a satisfied grin covering it.  His black eyes were smiling too, surrounded by tiny wrinkles.  I watched him grow erect as I pushed and pulled on his foreskin.  I was amazed at how much skin covered him and how moveable it was.  If I pulled hard all the way down I could see his round pinker head poke out from its covering.  I began to use two hands pulling on him.

“Slap it,” he said.  I wasn’t sure what he meant but I held it from the bottom with one hand and slapped the sensitive area near the top with the other.

“Yes, I like that.  You got skills woman.”  He groaned as I repeated the slap a few times.

“Don’t you want to taste it?”  Yes I did.  My juices were flowing touching and playing with his massive cock.  I wanted to get closer.  I leaned forward and licked it like a lollipop.  It tasted fine – fleshy, meaty, alive.  It responded to my licking.  I pulled his foreskin down as far as I could and wrapped my lips around it.  I’ve felt cocks in my mouth before but this was so much bigger and filled my mouth with just the top.  I sucked up and down on the top while he moaned. 

His hand moved to the back of my neck.  Moving up his fingers slid along my scalp under my flowing hair.  My skin was tingling all over.  His other hand lifted the hair off of my face gently and then both hands made a pony tail out of my hair pulling it tightly from my scalp.  His hips began moving, shoving his cock deeper into my mouth.  I had him, I thought.

His hands began gripping me hard pushing my head down and his hips thrust higher, his cock moving into the depths of my throat choking me.  I gagged and shook my head from side to side trying to get him out.  I gagged again.  His grip became even tighter.  He was on fire, driving for his orgasm, lost in his own special feelings.

“Yes that’s it girl.  Suck my cock.  Suck my big black cock, white girl.  Take that.”

I felt his first giant spurt fill my throat.  Too deep to do anything but swallow it.  There didn’t seem to be much taste to it at first but as spurt after spurt filled my mouth and ran down my throat, I became aware of a distinct taste.  Sweet and salty. 

Even after he came, his cock completely filled my mouth and I was glad to have him remove it.  Strangely though, as I write this, I remember I enjoyed his thrusts and I enjoyed the gagging.  I liked the fact that he held me tight and took complete control, even though it was a little rough.  No – not ‘even though.’   I loved that it was rough.  I never came, I never saw him again, I never even got his name, but it was one of the most exciting sexual experiences of my life.

 

This is my way of confessing.  They say writing it down and expressing your thoughts will help to eliminate the guilt I feel.  I have been a professional masseuse for twelve years and have never erred so badly.  But this one time I violated the most important ethical principal of the profession.  It’s not just that I feel guilty but I’m afraid this can only end badly.

She made the appointment by phone – a referral of her mother, a long time customer.  She was familiar with my services and asked for a one hour soothing massage.  The day of her massage a terrible storm came up and all my customers cancelled except for her.  She lived close by and had a 4-wheel drive jeep.  I was immediately struck by her beauty and I could see she had a body to match even under her neatly tailored winter clothes. 

I brought her into my massage room which was a converted bedroom.  It was large well lit but with hedges outside to maintain privacy.  I had already turned on the space heater for extra warmth and placed a flannel electric blanket over the massage table.  I even had a small heater for my massage oils which gave the room a pleasant scent.  It was a welcome oasis in a white winter land.

“Take off your clothes and get under the blanket.  We’ll start on your back so lay face down.  You may keep your panties on if you wish.”   I gave her a few minutes before I knocked and entered.  I couldn’t help but notice the tiniest black thong lying on the top of her clothes.  I congratulated her on making an appointment when everyone else had cancelled.  She asked if there would be a bonus and I told her that we certainly wouldn’t be rushed.

I turned off the electric blanket and folded it down exposing her back.  Her back had a graceful curve that led to a narrow waist.  I began the massage from the top of the table and rubbed her shoulders, neck and upper back.  She immediately expressed her enjoyment by whispering soft comforting sounds as my hands ran up and down her back.  Moving to the side of the table I worked the lower back along with her upper back.  Her skin was soft and supple.  I couldn’t help but notice the sides of her breasts pressed against the table.  I could see their firmness. 

I was getting excited.  Something I rarely did.  But I felt my pants tightening.  I massaged a lot of women but seldom were they as young and as beautiful as this woman.  I have to admit her quiet vocal responses to my massage also helped.  When I rubbed her sides she moaned a little louder seemingly encouraging me to massage the sides of her breasts.  But I resisted the temptation.  Moving to the end of the table I uncovered one leg and massaged it with two hands.  My movements were slow and deliberate.   The higher I moved on her leg the loader she moaned, clearly enjoying it.  Her moans seemed to be encouraging me to go even higher.

I did the other leg and the pattern was repeated.  So I decided to take a risk and massage her perfect bum.  I did this with a number of regular customers but seldom with someone I didn’t know.  I did one cheek and then the other kneading and squeezing her large gluteus muscles.  She responded positively and so I moved one hand to the bottom of her rump while the other spread across her crack encompassing both cheeks.  I moved gently from side to side.   She had a great bum and I loved massaging it so I spent more time than normal on it.  Her breathing became heavier and her moans louder.

“Ok, time to turn over.”  I held the blanket up to make it easier for her to turn over.  I massaged her face and shoulders and arms.  As I pulled each arm stretching it, I managed to drop her hand in my lap where she could feel that I was excited.  It was subtle and quick but she gave a loud exhale and arched her back a bit.  When I finished with her arms I moved back to the head of the table and began to massage her chest.  Moving my hands around the edges of each breast I pulled and rubbed the muscles and tissues that made up the bulk of each full firm bulb.  She had magnificent breasts.  Even lying on her back they stood proud.  She had quarter sized areolas punctuated with two tiny rosy hard nipples.

“That feels good,” she said.  “You have great hands.  Don’t be shy.”  I wondered what she meant but only for a second.  My hands moved over the tops of her breasts and my palms ran gently across her nipples.

“Yes,” she moaned.  She began to move her hips and I decided to spend a little extra time here since she was enjoying it so much.  She reached for me with her arms and I had to break off and stop her from touching me.  She understood and put her hands under her head, smiling broadly.  I returned to her breasts and continued to massage them spending more time rimming her nipples and even pinching them.  Something I had never done to any client before.  She smiled and moaned and wiggled her hips.

Our hour was up.  I had massaged virtually every part of her body and I knew continuing would be dangerous but I knew she wasn’t ready to quit either.

“Are you in a hurry?  I have time if you want to continue.”

“Yes, please.  I am in no hurry.”  I replaced the blanket over her chest and moved down to the foot of the table.  I put a round cushion under her knees.  This had the effect of spreading her legs.   I uncovered one leg and began to massage it bringing my hands right up beside her most sensitive area to the very top of her leg.  I did this a few times focusing on the upper portion of her legs and using a very gentle touch.  One hand would graze the area where her leg met her torso, touching the sensitive skin on the outside of her lips.  When I finished with one leg I massaged the other in the same way grazing her folds every time I moved.  She was whimpering and telling me what great hands I had and saying ‘yes’ as I came so very close to massaging her pussy.  Her hips wiggled and she stretched her back from time to time trying to release tension.  I swear I could smell her sweet juices as she continued to moan and wriggle.

I moved to the side and began to massage the soft tissue of her stomach and abdomen.  The blanket now covered her legs and exposed her chest down to her waist.  I moved downward and used my fingers to massage the space between her open legs under the edge of the blanket.  Starting in the crevice where her leg meets I moved closer to the center and pressing all of my fingers over the outside of her lips I massaged then in a circle slightly pulling them apart.  Her pussy became exposed to me for the first time as the blanket slid lower and I was amazed at how completely hairless it was.  It was so smooth it made it easier to massage the skin surrounding her sensitive area.  In addition to pulling her lips apart a bit I was squeezing her clit between them as I pressed them together.

“How does that feel,” I asked testing to see if see would allow me to continue to violate her sensitive areas.

“Hmmmm, wonderful.”  That was all the encouragement I needed.  This beautiful young woman’s body under my hands raised my excitement to great heights.  I slid one hand across her entire mound from one side to the other, then went from opposite side with my other.  I repeated these strokes rapidly tapping her mound and gently brushing her clit as I went.  When she stretched and smiled I could feel the tension building in her.  It wasn’t long before my hands began moving in a more vertical motion swiping up and down the middle of her lips which were noticeably swollen at this point. 

I could tell from the reactions of her body and her breathing that she wanted me to continue and go farther but I needed to have her verbalize it.  To admit it out loud somehow thinking in my confused state that that would be enough to keep me out of trouble. 

“Do you want me to go deeper?” I asked as my palms spread over her lips and went between her legs.  She muttered something that didn’t quite make it out of her mouth caught up in her throat.  “What?” I said.

“Yes, please continue, go deeper.  Yes.”  I dipped one finger into her slit and ran it slowly up from near the bottom of her slit until it rested just under her little nub.  Her lips were swollen and her clit was not very large.  I could feel its stiff hardness inside her lips.  With small movements of my finger tips I pushed against it.  She groaned and twisted her head.  He legs spread open a little.  I wiggled my fingertip keeping it in contact with her trigger but increasing and decreasing the pressure of it on her.  Increasing my pace as I went along.  She began shouting encouraging words in no particular order.

“Yes! That’s it! Oh gawd! Faster! Right there.”  I was bringing her close to an orgasm but not sure if I could finish her with my fingertip only.  I managed to move around to the bottom of the table without breaking my rhythm too much and from below I moved my other hand into the crevice between her legs.  I entered her with two fingers and did so easily.  I pulled her opening a little wider and got a third finger inside of her.  I stopped pressing against her clit with my other hands and instead used it to open her lips at the top by spreading two fingers from inside the deepest folds of her lips. 

I then leaned forward between her legs, put my head down and kissed her pussy.  I kissed her inside her lips and licked up to her clit.  I began moving the three fingers inside of her in and out making sure to press against the area of her g-spot.  I kissed her clit and then licked it softly.  I surrounded it with my lips and began to suck on it feeling her immediate response.   She arched and screamed and I felt her legs squeeze my head.  I took my hand that had spread her lips apart and ran it up to her breast which I squeezed like it was a ripe grapefruit.  She gushed everywhere.  I felt her pussy contract around my hand, her legs contract around my face, her mouth was gushing unintelligible words.  I held my ground and continued to suck and slide until she began to laugh and push my head away, yelling ‘stop, enough, please.’

I backed off caressing her body as my hand ran down it from her breast.  I slowly withdrew my fingers from her soaking tunnel.  I stood and had a broad unashamed smile on my face as I looked down over my conquest.  This beautiful young woman would never be mine in the real world but here in my massage parlor I used my skills to seduce her.  And she was so completely mine at that moment. 

It was when I finally retreated from the room that I realized how much trouble I created.  Her mother would be seeing me in two days.  When she came out she asked for another appointment and since that time one of her friends has called for an appointment.  I’m worried about what I have started and how this will affect my business.  I should have known better.

She warmed her hands with hot oil and rubbing.  Just enough to allow her hands to run smoothly and slowly down my back.  Her fingertips reached under the blanket and swept across the small of my back.  It was the slowness of the strokes that made me feel every inch of naked flesh.  She used slow strokes, pressure and small movements of her fingertips.  Warm hands.  A heated blanket covered the areas she wasn’t working on.  The blanket was also for heat and offered no modesty from her hands or her eyes when she wanted.   Although she had made it clear that one part of my anatomy was definitely off limits to touching.

Before she finished with my back and legs she placed her hands on my gluts.  The finger tips of one hand pressed into the round orb finding deep hidden muscles.   Her fingertips moving slightly from top to bottom.  Glacially.  The other hand rested at the very bottom of my ass holding it steady – a warm nurturing hand, mostly still.  I could feel my cock hardening, pressed between my stomach and the sheet covered table.  When she finished with my gluts she rocked my body side to side by pushing from each side at my hips and my cock reached its full attention.

She turned up the space heater before I turned over, replacing the blanket with a thin sheet.  The sheet did little to hide my tented hardon.  But she had seen this before and treated it as a normal part of the massage.   She did the usual rubbing of my chest and arms and head from the front.  My erection softened but when she moved to my leg, running her hands together right up to the top, grazing my balls just slightly, I felt a surge of renewed power.  I could feel its head move across the thin sheet and this added a little extra stimulation.  I stretched, ending with a slight thrust of my hips and she encouraged my stretching.

“That’s right Rush, let it out.  Stretch that tension out of there.”  I rubbed my cock against the tented sheet thrusting my hips a second time.  “That’s it.  Doesn’t that feel good?”

It did.  It felt great.  She massaged my feet and opened the distance between my legs to do the other leg.  It seemed to me she reached even higher and my stiff cock was leaning slightly toward this leg.  Her hands must be right under my cock but not touching it.  I was very slowly rolling my hips feeling the draw of the sheet inch its way against the tip of my very hard cock.   I thought perhaps I was crossing the line until I heard her encourage me again.

“Yes, work that tailbone.  A lot of tension gets wrapped up in our spine.  Work it.”  She reached her hands under my thighs and she took a cheek in each palm.  Working with me she squeezed my cheeks lifting me slightly with each roll.  I looked down and could see her face above my thighs quite close to my bulging obvious member.  I was steadily thrusting my hips.

“That’s it.  Get rid of that tension.”  She appeared to have her eyes closed but it was hard for me to tell for sure.  Just seeing her that close made me more excited.  I continued to work my hips feeling her arms and hands under me and the sheet rubbing on my sensitive head.  Occasionally I gave into a feeling of a complete body stretch that came all the way down my spine extended through my arms and legs and ended in my hardening cock.

She slowly slid her hands from under my cheeks, down the back of my legs and pushed my thighs apart.  She found a comfortable spot in the middle of each inner thigh and pressed gently confining my ability to rock but I still managed keep a minimal thrusting going.  But I slowed.  There was a feeling that she was in control of what and how much I did.  Feeling this control by her simply feed my desire.   She moved both hands in synchronized movement toward my balls.   Her finger tips where on the top of my legs and her thumbs were under while her palms moved along my inner thighs.  She moved so very slowly pressing blood into the area, inching – no, micro-inching – her way toward my balls.  The anticipation was so great I had to give another full body stretch arching my hips as I did.

“That’s good!” she encouraged again in a soft soothing voice.  I peeked again to see her face looming over my middle.  I wondered if I could raise my cock to her mouth with another deep stretch.  The thought drove my cock to twitch.  Not just once but twice.

“I can feel your energy Rush.  It’s good to be in touch with what your body wants.“  Her hands had finally found their way into the crevices where my legs met.   Her thumbs rested on the bottom of each cheek and the side of each finger lay in the crevice gently touching my tightened sack.  She began to rub her thumbs in the crevice, moving very slowly. 

“There are some very important muscles and tendons in here that need attention.”  I gazed at her and she was smiling still perilously close to my middle.  The sheet was bunched up around her elbows and then tented over my straining cock.  Her thumbs were moving slowly and I felt my private parts were surrounded in her hands.  She had a particular way of making very small but significant movements.  Like now with the palms of her hands lifting and settling.  Not exactly moving but making me aware of where they were. 

“Now what I want you to do is to close your legs crossing one foot over the other. “  I obediently began the movement realizing I was pressing her hands into me, hugging them as it were.  They were still now but surrounding me in a tighter vise.  I felt my cock twitch against the sheet and my hips were again free to thrust.  Each thrust was now part of a whole body stretch starting at my neck, arching my back, twisting my tail.  As I thrust I could feel her hands shifting slightly.  Oh, just so slightly.

“Very good, Rush.  Work your spine.  Stretch it out.  Enjoy the release.”  My breathing was deep and passionate.  My hips were thrusting against the sheet tempting my cock to spring to ejaculation.  She pressed her hands down keeping me at a steady but slow rhythm.  The tension grew.  I felt like a windup toy getting tighter and tighter.  The sheet played with my tip.  I could see her looking at my tented cock and with a deep gasp, my cock jumped and a wet spot appeared on the sheet.  I had a moment of embarrassment.

“That’s it Rush, release the tension.  Let it go.”  And I did.  Over and over while her hands remained enclosing me but not touching me.  She patiently waited while I finished with another whole body stretch squeezing my legs and her hands gratefully.  Before letting me go she took a deep long breathe.  She left me a towel to clean up.

“Take your time Rush, I’ll get you some water.”  She left while I dressed.

(c) Rushmore Judd

This is the second part of a story.  To read the first part click HERE.

Chapter 2, A Group Grope

     Truth be told (although it never would be) I was enjoying my time with Yan.  He was good to me.  He fed me well.  He brought me a new dress which was very thoughtful.  And the sex with him was great.  Constant and great.  He was always interested in a quickie in the morning.  When he returned with our morning meal, he liked me to give some oral attention to his cock.  And then in the afternoon or early evening he would spend an hour or more pounding me in different positions. 

     I had never tried all these different positions but each one felt good.  I liked it rough and hard.  I liked him.  He was clean and kind to me.  And he was gentle until it came to giving me pleasure.  It was as though he knew how I liked it even though we spoke different languages.

     We had been together for a week.  I never left the hut although I did peek out the door often.  Then one morning he motioned for me to go out with him.  I was just wearing my dress.  It was hot and it wasn’t my time of the month and so I passed on putting on my chemise undergarment.  We walked all around the camp.  It was almost as if Yan was showing me off.  In the sunlight my dress was partially transparent.  He seemed proud of me and I got a lot of admiring looks from the men as we passed.

     We stopped next to a group of men who had another woman from the village that I knew.  Her name was Katherine but she went by Kate and she seemed to have settled in with this group of men.  I said hi to her but the man whose lap she was sitting on put his hand on her cheek turning her face to him and saying something in his Norse language to her.  She was wearing a dress that had been cut off at the top of her thighs.  She sat with her back to me and the man had one arm around her and the other rubbing her breasts.

     While Yan talked to the men, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful Kate was.  She was a couple of years older than me.  She seemed comfortable on the man’s lap and as he massaged her breasts she leaned forward and kissed him on the ear like they were lovers.  I guess they were, sort of.  Her long brown hair cascaded down her back and her shoulders. 

     The men were all sitting in a circle around a smoldering fire pit.  Animal skins were spread around behind them.  Most of the men apparently slept outside and there were just a few huts spread around the clearing.  These men didn’t seem to be as clean as Yan either.  They were almost all bearded and looked rather scraggly compared to the neatly trimmed and daily washed man she was lucky enough to be with.

     The men stopped talking and Yan came over to me and said, “Bo med dem!  Bo!” 

     He grabbed my arm and pushed me into the circle, repeating the phrase, especially the word, “bo.”  He pushed me again when I gave him a quizzical look.  And then he grabbed Kate and said, “Come,” to her.  That word I understood.  There was no objection from the man who owned the lap she was sitting in.  In fact, he helped to lift her into Yan’s arms.

     As I watched Yan walk away with Kate, I knew what the men had been discussing, I knew a trade of some sort had been made but I wasn’t anxious to give up my bear of a man so easily.  I started to follow him and was quickly grabbed by one of the men in the circle.  He tossed me back into the center.  I looked around and saw a number of men smiling lecherously at me.  I started to run but another man caught me, and laughingly threw me on the ground in the middle again.  I stood up and backed away slightly.

     I felt a hand roughly grab my ass and pulled.  When I turned toward him, he tried to grab my arm but I was too quick.  Someone from behind grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into his lap.  I screamed.  The men laughed.  I tried to wriggle free of his grasp and he used my twisting motion to rub my ass against his lap.  I heard him make cooing noises as though I was pleasuring him.  He reached up and pulled the straps of my dress down around my elbows.  When he let go of my hips, I was able to stand up. 

     A couple of the men had stood up.  I tried to return the straps back to my shoulders, but their hands grabbed my arms preventing me from doing so.  While my arms were held, another removed my dress.  Like Yan, these men were much bigger and stronger than me and it seemed to take no effort on their part to remove my dress.  My nakedness was greeted with hoots and unintelligible words but I could tell they all liked what they saw. 

     They all closed in around me.  Not only did they like what they saw, it looked like they all wanted me at once.  I tried to stop them as hands began to paw at my breasts and grab my ass.  I started to slap at them and elbow them but they just laughed and continued to invade my body.  Someone grabbed my hair and pulled hard lifting me momentarily off the ground.  Another hand found its way between my legs, and my twisting legs.  As I pulled my ass away, hands found their way into my most intimate area.

     “Honar vat!”  the man with his hands in my crotch said.  The men laughed.

     “Stop.  Please stop,” I whined meekly.  They laughed again.  I must have had about eight hands on me.  I could feel their calluses and their fingernails, scratching my back, slapping my ass, poking in my holes, pulling my hair.  One of the men seemed to enjoy kissing me and ran his scraggly beard all along my neck and cheeks.  He smelled of sweat and dirt.  Another kept slapping my ass making me jump from the sharp pain.  I think this was the same man who held my hair in his other hand.  Another slapped both of my inner thighs making me open them so he could dig deeper into my pussy with his fingers.

     Someone behind us yelled something in Norse and there was a momentary pause in the action.  The men turned me to face the man whose lap Kate had been on.  He was standing in front of the stump he was using for a chair and taking down his pants.  He repeated his command and motioned for me to come to him.  The man holding my hair and another grabbing my arm led me over to him.  His pants were on the ground and he was naked below his waist with his long hard cock pointing at me in front of him.  The men pushed me to my knees roughly and positioned my head in front of his rigid cock.  I opened my mouth and the man holding me by the hair pushed my mouth over his cock but it was too deep and too fast and I gagged.  I thought I was going to throw up. 

     The man holding my hair was not stopping just because I gagged.  Using my hair he pushed and pulled my mouth over the man’s cock.  As he pushed it in deep, I gagged a couple more times.  The man who owned the cock pushed him away and grabbed my hair in two places.  It was easier for him to coordinate the pushing of his hips along with the pulling of my head.  I hoped he would be gentler but he was rougher and faster.  His cock felt enormous in my mouth but I’m sure it was partly because it was so deep into my throat.  He was grunting and pushing his meat hard into my throat and I had all I could do to breathe, gasping large breaths as his tip moved back to my lips.

     I hardly noticed the other man drop down behind me and grab my breasts – one in each had – from behind.  He squeezed them with full muttony hands and pinched my nipples hard between his fingers.  Way too hard.  I could feel the pain as if he had pierced them with sharp needles. 

     Suddenly the man held my head still and began to fill my mouth with his cum.  He was so far back in my throat I couldn’t taste him.  I couldn’t catch a breath either.  I swallowed once to keep from taking it into my lungs.  I swallowed a second time and began to choke as he pulled out.  I coughed and gasped and spit out what semen was left but mostly I was just trying to catch my breath.  As I looked up at him he spurt a final volume of his white sticky stuff across my face.  I wiped it out of my eye as the other men laughed and spoke to each other.

     Another man grabbed me.  He was naked and as I looked around all the other men I saw were half or completely nude.  He pulled me up off my knees.  Then he pulled me close and wrapping his arms around my legs he lifted me and placed my legs around his hips.  Lowering me I felt his hard rod poke between my legs.  It almost wound up in my ass but I reached back frantically and pushed him into my pussy.  As he lowered my hips I felt him penetrate deeply.  He was bigger than Yan or maybe it was the angle but it hurt when he went it.  Not terrible piercing pain but I could feel all of him inside me – stretching my insides. 

     He began to hold me tight while his hips pistonned his sword into me.  Another sadist was slapping me on the ass and slapping me harder than before.  It was feeling sore and tender from his blows.  Finally the slapping stopped and I felt a caress.  He had his two hands rubbing both cheeks and I was surprised at how good it felt as he moved his hands very slowly over my sore flesh.  I then felt his finger move between my cheeks and penetrate my still virgin hole.  I didn’t like this but had no say in the matter. 

     The man fucking me shifted my hips as I had slipped slightly.  This caused the other man’s finger to penetrate me quite deeply and he seemed to enjoy rolling it around. I could feel his knuckle at my rim and I clenched as best I could be to no avail.  It was hard to concentrate on one thing as another man grabbed my hair pulled my chest away from the man holding me and grabbed one of my breasts roughly. 

     This three on one didn’t last too long before we were falling to the ground.  The man on top was pounding me into the hard ground.  With every thrust I could feel my ass being squeezed against the rocks and pebbles.  He grunted and came – not once but four or five times he spilt his seed deep inside of me.  For that moment it was just he and I.

     But as soon as he was done, someone pulled him off and another man took his place pressing on my prone body.  He was smaller.  Maybe it was all the extra lubrication but he slid inside of me easily.  He wormed his cock deep inside of me.  Then holding me by the waist he turned over so that his back was on the ground.  It gave me a sense of lightness and freedom to be on top.  It didn’t last long.

     One of the men grabbed my hair roughly and pulled me into a sitting position.  He then forced his long red projectile into my mouth.  His feet straddled the head of the man below.  His strong hands were on my hips rocking me over his loins while his cock pierced and penetrated my insides.  The other man had a tight hold on my hair and was pumping his hips rapidly into my mouth.  He was out of control, his lust took over his whole being and he completely ignored the difficulty I was having breathing.  Snot was running out of my nose and I was gagging every time he thrust forward. 

     These men were using me as their female.  They were all excited to be rubbing their naked bodies against me.  As much as I tried to stop them, I knew my efforts were useless.  The entire situation was overwhelming.  But there was something about being used – about being helpless – that freed my internal juices.  I could feel them running freely.  I could feel a warm, animalistic, wanton tingle throughout my entire body.

     A third man knelt behind me, between the legs of the man below.  He reached around from in back and grabbed my breasts squeezing them.  I tried to push the man in my mouth away.  I needed to catch my breath and he was pushing too hard.  I couldn’t budge him.  I thought about biting him but that might really get him mad.  I slapped him repeatedly on the side of his hips feeling his sinuous muscles.  Hands rubbing my breasts increased as I became frantic.  The man in my mouth laughed.  And sped up.  Then I heard his grunt and felt his warm seed fill my mouth.  It was salty and thick.  I let it drool out the side of my mouth and over my chin. 

     As soon as he released me I coughed, spitting out the sticky semen before I choked.  I leaned forward resting on my hands.  The man below smiled at me and pumped more eagerly, lifting me with his powerful thrusts.  His cock felt nice rocking inside of me.  The man behind me moved his hands around and began to play with my bottom.  His fingers ran in between my cheeks and along my crack.  Suddenly I felt his finger enter my back hole.  I didn’t like that.  It was dirty back there and he shouldn’t be there.  I tried to clench against him.  He was pushing it in and out and each time he pushed it deeper.  I tried to wriggle away from him but as soon as I lifted my hips the man underneath would strengthen his grip and pull me down.

     The man behind removed his finger and took both of his arms and surrounded mine.  He pulled my arms into my chest and I could no longer lean.  He lowered my torso and placed me on the man below.  I felt completely helpless under the control of one, let alone two, of these strong men.  Once he had me down I felt something pushing into my bottom again. It was bigger than his finger.  I realized it was his cock and there was no room for it.  I was already filled.  I began to panic.  I screamed, “No, no, don’t do that. Stop that.  Please.” 

     He didn’t listen and just kept pushing – sometimes pulling but only to gain more momentum pushing.  I was sure he was ripping me open down there.  I could feel both cocks inside of me and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to hold them both.  Images of being sliced open from the bottom accompanied the excruciating pain.  I screamed and cried but they wouldn’t stop.  If I get a chance I will kill this bastard behind me, I thought.  But right now I couldn’t escape from his strong arms and the hands on my hips.

     I didn’t even know what he looked like.  I was being squished between the hips of these two men.  They were both grinding and grunting and seemed to be enjoying themselves.  I was in pain, not quite as much as when he first violated my bottom but still pain as they had their way with me.  I was amazed that I could fit both of them at once.  I could feel both of their cocks sticking and stabbing inside of me.  Two swords in one hilt.  Expanding me.  Would I ever be the same? 

     The man below had his arms around me and was holding me tight pressing my breasts against him.  His whole face was squinting fiercely and I knew he wouldn’t last long.  The man behind was leaning forward touching my back but not pressing me hard, his weight carried on his arms and his hips rocking to a steady rhythm.  Once the rhythms were established the pain disappeared.  We rocked as one, slightly faster as we went. 

     The man below me came first and I could feel some part of me inside contract as he did.  It was as though my body was grasping his member and pulling it in deeper.  He groaned and squeezed me and seemed completely satisfied as he took a couple of minutes to finish.  And when he did he didn’t move but stayed inside of me – still – giving the man behind more freedom to plow my backside tunnel.  I still felt very full but I was enjoying his rocking rhythm.  I began to concentrate my thoughts on the movement of his cock against me and the still cock of the other man inside me.  He was picking up the rhythm and ramming me harder and deeper.  I loved his movement.  I loved feeling so full.  I wanted to remember this particular moment.

     “Ya, ya,” he screamed as he came.  His body collapsed on top of me.  I was crushed between these two men.  The man below said something and the one behind me withdrew, got up, and then lifted me off of the man below.  His limp member easily slid out of me.  I was feeling exhausted and the large muscular man lifted me effortlessly.  I felt like a rag doll in a child’s arms.  His arms surrounded me and he gave me a warm caring hug.  I looked into his face for the first time.  He was an older man, maybe 40, and looked almost fatherly in the way he held me.  He gave me a deep kiss full of feelings and intimate messages.

     He then released me from his grip and turned me toward another man who was sitting on a rock with his pants off.  He held his gift for me in his hand and motioned for me to come over.  The man standing next to me gave me a gentle whack on my naked behind as a way of moving me toward the man. 

     I was passed around from man to man some of them doing me twice until after the sun went down.  Most of the time was with each one individually and this did make the experience a little more intimate and a little less rough.  I was past the point of resisting.  Some of the men were more enjoyable than others.  Strangely, the older men were nicer, more gentle and caring.  By the time all of them were finished I was exhausted.  Every orifice I had was used. I was rubbed between my breasts and the cheeks of my ass.  I was covered in crusty cum from the day’s actions.

     An older man, perhaps close to sixty, who was the last to take me, washed me when he was done.  He was thorough and gentle.  He brought me some food.  The food tasted great even though it was the usual concoction of mutton soup.  I collapsed on one of the skins and quickly fell asleep.  It wasn’t very long before I was awoken by a younger man.  I sighed loudly assuming he was going to screw his swollen muscle into one of my sore holes.

     Instead he grabbed first one arm and then the other, tying each to my ankles.  He tied me quite securely yet the ropes weren’t uncomfortably tight.  It just forced me into an awkward position with my knees bent making it virtually impossible to stand.  He then grabbed my hair, said something I didn’t understand and kissed me hard on the lips.  Then he left me alone.  I wasn’t going anywhere.  I rolled on my side and hoped to be able to sleep trussed up like this.

To be continued…

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Chapter 1, Jan

     Huddled in the large straw hut, Adrianna knew she would soon become a plaything of her captor.  She peeked out of the hut to see Norsemen everywhere she looked.  This hut was located in the middle of their camp and running away would be impossible.  She could see a few other women.  One was tied to a tree.  Her dress was ripped and hanging off of her like rags.  She was covered in mud.  Another was being shared by a group of men who stood in a circle and tossed her from one to the other where they each took liberties with her body, poking and spanking and grabbing her.  One, an older woman, seemed to be enjoying herself – flirting, laughing, and singing with a group of men.  She moved around the group of men freely sitting on their laps and offering her breasts and ass to the men as she moved. 

     The Norsemen had come once before about ten years ago when she was a little girl – too little to be of any sexual interest to the men.  She fled with her grandmother and lived in the hills hiding until they left.  They stayed for weeks and when they left, her mother who had been a captive, was freed but never spoke of her experiences.  The Norsemen were bigger than the local men, and came in large numbers.  They took what they wanted and killed anyone who dared defy them.  Not many defied them; most just ran.  The invaders chased them but mostly to grab the women. After the chase, they would sack the village for food, drink and other items that interested them.

     Adrianna’s captor was an especially big and fast man.  Adrianna was a full grown young woman and known within the village for her speed but she was no match for this man who continued to close the gap and when he reached her picked her up like twig.  She struggled to free herself from him to no avail.  He carried her to his hut and tossed her inside.  As she tumbled in, she almost fell into the fire pan in the middle of the hut.  He didn’t bother to tie her up.  Then after a few minutes he left.  Hours passed.   Many men walked past the hut and she could hear them talking in their strange language and frequently laughing.

     The hut was warm and fairly spacious.  A number of animal skins covered the dirt floor.  Adrianna contemplated her predicament.  She would be expected to have sex with her captor and possibly others.  She cried, sobbing quietly trying not to draw attention.  Resistance would be futile.  She was just a girl.  True she had grown into a woman but she had yet to have sex with any of the boys in the village.  Some fondling had gone on and she had become an expert at giving the boys a release using her mouth, her hands, and other parts of her body but she had been saving her most intimate area for marriage.  She wondered if John would still want to marry her after she had been violated.

     By the time he returned, she had quit her crying.  She had tried to straighten up her dress which was torn in the struggle.  There was a rip near the waist area where he held her.  Her chemise which ran from her breasts to just below her knees could be seen through the slit.  He came back into the hut carrying two large pots full of water.  He immediately placed one on top of the fire pan.  He began to wash himself with the water in the other.  Using a cloth he dipped it in the pot and washed his face and hands first.  Then he took off his shirt and washed his arms and neck and chest.  She could see each of his well defined muscles across his chest and marveled at his enormous biceps.  No boy or man in her village ever looked like this.

     He removed his pants and she turned her head away.  But not so far away that she couldn’t see him with her sideways glance.  She knew it was wrong to look at his naked body but some deep desire drew her eyes to him.  He was now only clothed in a leather thong of some sort that covered his intimate area.  Somehow he seemed more naked to Adrianna in only a thong.  His legs had ridges and bumps where each muscle exposed its individuality.  She felt a naughtiness creep over her body, looking at him through the tops of her eyes, head down.  She had never thought of someone’s rump area as a big giant muscle until she saw his. 

     She let out an audible gulp when he removed the leather cup.  His hands moved the cloth over his long shaft.  It was quite different than the penises of the boys she had been with.  It was large and fully grown and, if it was possible, muscular too.  He washed it with care including the area under it and in the crack behind him.  As the dirt came off she noticed that most of his fair skin had a rugged look that comes from living outside but there was an area below his waist to the top of his thighs that shone a pale white.  His blonde hair was long and full and cascaded to his shoulders.  She could feel herself shaking a bit from fear as his eyes looked her up and down hungrily.

     He rinsed the cloth thoroughly when he was done and he removed the pot from above the fire.  He put his hands into the water testing its heat.  He then came over to Adrianna with the pot and the cloth.  She cowered against the floor.

     “Yan.”  He said pointing to himself.  “Ditt namen?” He said pointing at her.  His voice was deep, calm, quiet and Adrianna found his tone soothing. She didn’t reply.  He pointed again and repeated his question.

     “Adrianna,” she finally responded looking up at him with her little girl puppy eyes hoping he might be kind to her.

     “Ah, Anna. Yag skag ringa dag Anna.”  She didn’t understand his speech but got the idea.  He motioned for her to stand.  She did.  He reached out and grabbed one hand and with a warming cloth he washed her hand rubbing it so gently massaging each finger as went.  Then it was up her arm as far as her elbow length sleeve would let him.  He continued with her other hand and then to her neck and individually washed each element of her face.  She was actually enjoying the warm water and gentle ministrations of this man.  When he finished with her neck he turned her moved behind her and began to wash her back.

     He constantly redipped the cloth in the hot water ensuring it was warm to her skin.  Somehow the shoulders of her dress had come down her arms as he washed.  She never felt him open her back buttons but knew he must have.  As he removed the sleeves from her arms the dress fell forward to her waist.  Her chemise was tied on the back, the string wrapped above her firm breasts holding it in place.  Once loosened it too fell forward.  She covered her naked breasts with her hands.  He washed her back and the tops of her arms.  He patted her bottom taking liberties to feel its round bifocal shape through her garments.  His hand excited her and she felt her knees go weak and warmth spread through her lower torso. 

     He returned to her neck and pressed his naked body against her naked back.   His arms moved around and began washing the front of her chest.  She resisted his moving the cloth over her breasts holding them tightly with her own hands.  Instead of fighting her he moved lower and washed her waist area.  He knelt behind her and removed her worn leather shoes. He lifted and washed each foot.  He dropped the cloth into the hot pot and with both hands slid her dress and chemise to the floor.  Her hands moved from hiding her breasts to trying to hold her garments at her waist, but she realized she would only rip the thin material if she resisted his effort to slide them down her legs. 

     She now stood naked facing the warm fire while he knelt behind her.  He again picked up the cloth and washed first one leg and then the other.  It sent shivers up her spine as he came close to her middle where her hands stood guard.  He dipped the cloth again, stood and put it around her breasts.  She couldn’t stop him and she just accepted his fondling passively.  He knew how to massage her breasts to make them feel good.  He moved closer pressing his naked chest against her back.  His strong arms surrounded her.  She could feel his stiff rod against the top of her bottom.  He was making her feel like a real woman for the first time in her life.  Delicate, feminine, exciting.  She shouldn’t feel this way, she thought.  He continued to rub her breasts even after dropping the cloth and his hot breath cascaded down the side of her face sending shivers throughout her body.

     He dipped the warm cloth again, bending down.  He grabbed a fistful of her long raven hair and bent her forward, wiping her ass with the moist cloth.  She went from feeling like a woman to an animal in the hands of its master.  He pushed her legs apart and with a freshly dipped cloth pushed between her protecting hands and into her misty haired mound.  He ran the cloth around her hair and then through the middle track, washing and prodding, back and forth.  Finally he pushed the cloth into the crack of her ass and washed deeply between her cheeks.

     Bent over as she was with him holding her hair, she reached her hands down to the ground to settle herself.  She heard the cloth splash back down into the water.  He ran his raw hand into the space between her legs.  His fingers began to penetrate the valley between her flesh.  No man had ever touched her there and she was reacting to his touch.  Her body began to tremble as his fingers played with regions she barely knew.  Still holding her hair in one hand, he moved his other hand around the outside of her hip and reached back into the space it had just left but now from a different angle.

     Suddenly she could feel his fleshy probe at the entrance to her tunnel.  She tried to pull away but only succeeded in dropping to her knees.   He mirrored her motion and his thing never left that cozy spot between her legs.  His arm pulled her hip tightly as he began to push his hips forward and drive his penetrating rod into her.  He went slowly and gently.  She could feel his large rod expanding her insides but there was not the kind of pain she had been told about.  He slid easily and kept going deeper and deeper until he finally hit the end of her insides.

     He rocked her slowly at first and then with more passion and speed.  One hand pulled her hair so that her head was tilted back.  She felt more pain in her neck than from her hair being pulled.  She could feel him inside of her.  He was big and he went deep, occasionally bumping her at the end.  She liked the feeling and the feeling of his hips smacking against her ass.  She knew she shouldn’t.  He let go of her hair and ran both hands under her body squeezing each breast and nipple. Then one arm reached over and hugged both breasts while his other hand reached between her legs.

     She was helpless to do anything.  She was a small pet to this muscular man.  She was helpless to stop these feelings that were running through her body.  The shivers and tingling and rushing of feelings that were overcoming her body.  She was both woman and animal.  Grunting and heaving to his rhythms.  Her head hung low.  She was sweating.  His arms wrapped tightly around her.  His fingers messing in her slit.  All his pounding.  Lifting her hips and knees off the ground with his thrusts.  She couldn’t deny what she was feeling.

     She no longer felt naked but rather clothed in this man’s muscles.  Clothed in this man’s rhythm.  She felt her whole body responding to his.  Her insides were pumping moisture, her muscles contracting around his shaft.  She screamed aloud as her spirit gave into his thrusts.  He continued for some time before giving up his spirit along with hers, arching his back and releasing deep within her. 

     They both collapsed next to the warm fire, he slightly on top of her.  She wondered how many days he would remain. 

Chapter 2, A Group Grope 

 (c) Rushmore Judd

 

 

There is not a sound except that

Of the flickering candle.

Quiet, calm, cozy.

 

You lie on the bed

Your naked back displays its

Slopes and curves.

 

I tell you to relax, receive, enjoy.

Receive this gift of hands in celebration

Of who you are.

 

My strong hands begin the massage

On your shoulders and neck

A gentle massage.

Soft kneading; smooth gliding.

 

Down your back I rub.

Then up again

Smoothing soothing strokes around your edges.

 

Swift soft caresses down the middle of your back

Across the broad muscles of your buttock.

 

Touching the backs of your thighs.

One hand along the length of each leg.

I move slowly.

You feel each of your nerves awake as I pass.

 

Kneeling between your legs now

My thick hairy thighs press against

The inside of yours.

 

Massaging each of your legs.

Two hands on one leg

Moving up so that the edge of my hand

Penetrates your intimate space.

 

Just grazing that warm moist space.

Just touching it.

Feeling a drop of your moisture.

 

Moving higher

I push my palms against the roundness of your rump.

Thumbs work their way between your mounds.

Tips passing through your crack.

 

I lower my mouth and kiss the small of your back

And each dimple beside it.

Why do I love this special curve of yours so much?

 

It’s time for you to turn over.

I place my hands on your forehead and brush your face

Ensuring that you close your eyes.  Relax.

 

I kiss your cheeks

As I cradle your head.

The roughness from my beard

Scrapes your sensitive skin

Softly.

The heat from my breathe

Fondles your ears.

The feathery hair on my chest

Tickles your breasts.

 

I want to make love to you

With my hands and my mouth.

To watch you enjoy it.

I want to revel in your pleasure.

 

I stroke your shoulders lowering

My lips to your nipples

Sucking on each

 

My fingers trace below

Your waist.

Reaching between your legs,

Petting your wisp covered bush.

 

My face draws lower

My mouth joins my fingers.

Wet lips. Licking tongue. Hot breath.

Surrounding your nether region.

 

Fingers penetrate crevices and holes.

Poking.  Prodding.  Awakening unknown places.

Feeling you up and down.

 

I hear your hard breathing.

I sense your muscles tense.

 

Rocking with you

My hand rocking pushing you

Fingers buried deep inside you.

My mouth covers your lips

My lips uncovers my tongue

My tongue moves around your clit

 

Do you like that word?

Clit

Do you like me to suck your clit?

Do you want me to tickle your clit?

I want to tease your clit

To wet it

To rub it so gently

And so quickly.

Your clit.

My tongue.

 

I will suck it.

I will lick it.

Let me kiss it first

With tight lips surrounding it.

 

Your clit.

 

Until you arch for me

Cum for me

 

Pushing fingers in deeper

Finding your g-spot.

Rubbing the very edges of your g-spot.

My fingers fucking you

Faster and faster.

My mouth sucking your hard stiff clitoris

 

Cum for me now

As I suck on your clit

And rub the edges of your g-spot.

 

Cum

Cum hard for me

Let me hear you scream.

 

I feel you clit throb and your pussy pulse

I hear your gasping scream

I love to feel your orgasm.

 

I want to make you cum again.

I want to make you cum again.

Can I?

Can I service you again?

Can I?

 

So I know you are not done yet.

As I lift your legs

Placing your knees over my shoulders

I feel your breath relaxing.

 

Lifting you see my face dripping

With your own juices

My hands reach around and under your thighs

My hands find their way to your breasts.

 

They fill my hands as I squeeze them slightly

My hands slide up surrounding each of your hand nipples.

Holding one I lick the nipple around its rim

Feeling each bump against my tongue.

 

My body continues to move up slowly

Bringing your legs with me.

You feel my torso

Pressing the back of your thighs.

You feel your ass lifting.

You feel your sex

Is open to me as it has never been before

When you are alone.

Spread, lifted, wet and dripping.

Wanting my manhood to fill your cavity.

 

You gasp as I slide into you

Like two puzzle pieces we fit

My cock is buried inside of you.

We’re one.

 

   We were returning from an extra long weekend vacationing in the summer sun in Maine.  It was a long drive home and we were both relaxed.  We had set off after a late lunch and figured we would arrive home just about dusk.  I drove and she sat in the shotgun seat with a loose flower print sundress on.  She looked sexy and I was feeling pretty horny in spite of (or maybe because) of our sexually active weekend. 

   Up ahead I saw the convoy – a long column of Army trucks filling the right hand lane of the highway as they drove along at exactly the 55 mile per hour speed limit.  They stretched along the highway for as far as you could see. There wasn’t much traffic since it was a Tuesday and there was plenty of room to pass them in the left lane but I pulled in behind them anyway.

   “Look at that convoy.  Probably filled with hundreds of young athletic men.  They’ve all been away from their girlfriends and they must be frustrated as hell, don’t you think,” I said as my right hand reached over and rubbed her leg.  “Do you want to have a little fun,” I said.  “What do you have in mind,” she replied.

   “Well I thought maybe you’d like me to rub your pussy, while we pass by each of them.”  We had done something like this before on our longer drives.  She liked to have her pussy and clit rubbed gently as we drove along the highway but only once in awhile did we pass a van or a truck where a man driving looked down on us.  She seemed to enjoy it and once one of the vans chased us along the highway trying to get more of a show.  I let him catch us a few times but got a little nervous when he didn’t seem to want to give up and his driving was a but aggressive for me, but I felt safe with the convoy since they were undoubtedly unable to break formation or drive faster than the speed limit.

   I told her to drop her seat back and lie back and relax.  She easily complied, letting me know she was willing.  I pulled her dress up over and she lifted her hips so I could pull her dress over her hips showing her white cotton panties.  I started to rub her panties along her crotch and checked the rear view mirror.  After letting a car by who was trailing along in the left lane, I pulled out behind him and started down along side the column.  Maria had put her chair back so her head was mostly below the window ledge and her face was facing up.  I continued to rub her gently with one finger along the fold of her panties between her legs.  She was simply lying back and enjoying it.  As we passed the first driver he casually looked over followed by a whistle and a leering stare.  I was doing about 60 miles per hour and so slid by him slowly although obviously too fast for him.

   As we passed him, Maria turned to me and laughed.  “That was fun,” she said.  “More coming,” I replied and we approached the second last truck.  I moved by more slowly this time and Maria squirmed in her seat as my finger moved up and down her slit.  “He was real cute,” she said.  We went by about three more trucks and she commented on whether they were handsome or ugly, smiling or leering.  I told her I thought it was time to take off her panties and she immediately complied.  But by the time she was just getting them off we were passing the next driver and he saw what she was doing.  He yelled something out the window and beeped his horn twice.

   She lay back again, repositioned her dress so it was fully up past her waist and spread her legs.  I returned to fingering her now moist pussy using the tip of my finger to dip into her juicy parts and spread it over her clit.  The next driver had fallen a bit behind causing a gap, but as we went by he sped up, closing the gap and almost bumped into the truck in front of him.  It seemed like he was ready for our show, eagerly looking before we even caught him and I began to wonder if they had some sort of communications between the trucks.  I got my answer one truck later when the back flap was pulled open and there were at least ten guys leaning out the back cheering. 

   I put on my blinker (there was a car coming up behind us and we were only doing 60) and one truck slowed down so we could pull in between them in front of the open flap.  Because of the height of the dashboard, the guys couldn’t see much going on below Maria’s waist but she egged them on by rubbing her braless breasts.  They went wild.  Although I noticed that there was a woman soldier a little bit toward the back jokingly punching a couple of the guys. 

   I soon pulled back out into the left lane to the cheers and boos of the young soldiers in their khaki uniforms.  There was still an endless line of trucks with twenty or so in sight.  Who could tell how long this would last?  Maria settled back and continued to play with her breasts while her waist squirmed under by gently but continual moving finger.  I was just using one finger but flicking her clit lightly and faster.  By now her hips were moving rhythmically and I could tell she was getting close to orgasm.  I told her to let me know if she found any of the boys particularly exciting and I would give them an extra look.  After about three more trucks she took me up on my offer by telling me “This guy!”

   I eased up on the gas pedal and rode side by side with a truck whose driver I couldn’t see.  Maria was flirting, blowing kisses, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipple hard.  Her hips stopped their movement as she lifted them up high pressing her clit against my finger.  I slid my finger down her slit pulling on her clit, and slid it into her pussy opening just as she had a vicious orgasm.  Her hips fell back into the seat and I flicked her clit a couple of times while she continued to convulse.  She opened her eyes as she finished and saw the driver looking at her.  She suddenly became embarrassed and told me to drive on.  I put on my blinker and passed our lucky driver who left me a space to get into.  This allowed the three cars behind to pass and all of them looked over with a curious look wondering what was going on.  They didn’t see Maria until they got along side my car and one driver seemed to figure it out pretty fast and laughed.  But since Maria had her dress down, the others didn’t seem to get it.

   “Have fun,” I said.  She just looked at me with a smirky smile.  “There are lots of trucks left,” I said.  “Give me a minute.”  And so we settled into the right lane for a few.  I needed to relax my finger a bit anyway.  I could also see in my rear view mirror, the lucky driver.  He was about 19 and had a big smile on his face.  He was a kind of innocent looking blond but then she seemed to like young innocent boys.  I told her he was smiling and she turned around and gave him a wave.  He beeped his horn a few times, which caused a few other drivers behind us to follow suit.

   “Why don’t you take the dress completely off,” I said.  She thought about it for a second and turned around in her seat facing the lucky driver and pulled it over her head.  She threw it on the back seat and crouched on her still reclined seat so Lucky could see her breasts dangling.  I could see him giving her encouragement with his fist pounding out “yeses”.  She then turned back around and lay down and said, “OK, let’s go”.  I pulled out and began to slowly move down the highway again past the line of vehicles.  I still couldn’t see the beginning of the line.  I started to play with her but as soon as I did my finger felt a bit tight.  “Maybe you should do yourself for awhile until my finger recovers.”  “Sure!”

   As we approached the next truck there was another open flap with a few guys on lookout.  Soon there was another crowd at the back while I positioned the car so that both the driver slightly behind us and the group in front could both get a look at Maria as she massaged her breasts, letting them fall from her hands as she moved her hands up and off.  They bounced a bit when she did that and she did that for a few times before I slowly moved on.  For the next driver she covered her pussy which just had been trimmed short to fit neatly under her bikini.  When I slowed up next to him, she asked him if he wanted to see it.  I don’t know if he heard but he understood and was wagging his tongue sexually at her.  He was a big black man with arms muscles that were huge and visible as he reached over for her, falling about 5 feet short of our car. 

   We continued to move on and Maria tried different things which each driver: massaging both breasts, holding the lips of her pussy open, covering her pussy with one hand and using the other on her breast, teasing each of them in her own way.  She was responding to their requests often yelled from their perched seats through open windows but still unheard.  She was having a blast.  Getting into it.  Turning over in the seat and showing her ass.  I let her continue to play with herself but couldn’t resist caressing her leg, rubbing her leg when she was cupping her breasts for one, pinching her nipple when she was holding her lips open for another.  Her nipples were swollen and hard and sticking out as far as I had ever seen them.  And her pussy was so wet I think the spectators to her little show could see the moisture.

   I finally could see the end of the line.  We must have gone by 40 trucks and there were still about 15 in front of us.  “I can see the end, honey.  Time to get serious if you want to have another orgasm.”  She settled into her favorite masturbating position with her legs spread wide and her knees slightly bent.  With one hand pulling the skin up around her clit putting pressure in just the way she liked, the other hand using just one finger began to make gentle circles along the side of her clit.  My hand reached over and played with breast.  She went into a dreamy state, looking up into the faces of the young eager boys.  Occasionally we would hear the beeping of the caravan behind us, like an audience giving us a standing ovation.

   I got a surprise as I approached the next car and saw a women driver.  Maria wasn’t looking but seemed engaged in her own sexy world.  I pulled up next to her and slowed down a bit.  As Maria looked into her face, I asked Maria if she seemed to be enjoying it.  “Oh yes, she’s looking.”  So I stayed there for awhile and Maria continued her eager masturbating, beginning to moan softly.  “Let me know if you want me to stay here or elsewhere,” I asked, able to tell she was again getting close.  “Move on,” she said.   The next driver was a young skinny black man and she told me to stay with him.  I couldn’t see what he was doing but the truck he was in was swaying slightly.  She was looking up into his face watching him with her eyes half closed and rubbing herself, her hips slightly rocking.  I let my hand leave her breasts and slid it under her ass, grabbing one cheek so that my fingertips were in her crack.  Just as one of my fingertips found her brown hole, she came moaning deep and loud.  Her eyes were still open looking up at the black driver.  I worked my hand deeper under her ass and my fingertip deeper into her hole and she came and came and came in waves.

   When she finished this time she just laid there appearing spent as I drove slowly by the few remaining trucks.  It seemed unfair to skip by them too fast even though her excitement had peaked.  I’m sure they appreciated the fact that I didn’t hurry until I got past the lead truck and then opened it up to the fading sounds of horns in the background.  She left her dress off the whole way home.  It was dark when we arrived home and we snuck her into the house before any of the neighbors saw us and had great sex in the living room and after dinner again in the bedroom when I whispered to her reminders of the men she had that day.

It is sunset and a dim light

Surrounds the room. 

Soft music plays.

.

The first kiss.  Warm, soft.

Two bodies held closely.

You surrender.

Your spirit flows around me.

.

Squeezing your breasts against

My massive muscular chest.

Strong arms surround you.

Embrace you.

.

Lips delighting, quivering,

Becoming more frantic.

Faces, cheeks, electric skin connecting.

.

Wet warm breath

Down the nape of your neck

Sinking lower, rising higher,

Finding the opening to your ear

Among the guardians of soft long hairs.

.

My hands move to your shoulders.

I step slightly away,

Moving your loose clothes

Off your shoulders,

Slowly down your arms,

Over your anticipating breasts

Bunching your dress at your waist.

.

We move to the bed

Gracefully, gradually.

Hugging and kissing as we move.

My leg lies between yours

My hands gently surround your face.

Warm hands sculpting your beauty.

I anoint each of your features

With soft caressing kisses.

.

My lips move lower

My palms press

The smooth flesh

Of your neck and shoulders

All finding their way to your billowy mounds

With their sensitive tips.

.

Hands grasp one while

My tongue spreads moisture

Over your nipple.

Lips and tongue attentive

To every bump and the sides of

Your growing bud.

.

My leg presses between yours

Sliding across your mound

Dipping into the crevice of your legs.

You unbuckled my pants as you moan

Responding to a tingling

That started with your nipple  

And is working its way around

Your torso.  Finding its way to

Secret places.

.

Our now naked legs slide

Against one another,

Sending sparks between our thighs.

Our bodies rolling, tossing, thrashing.

Heavy breathing and moaning

Manifests our growing lust.

.

I pull your dress off and everything else

I find separating your naked body from me.

You do the same. 

.

As you pull my jersey over my head

I slide down between your legs.

My face in sensitive flesh

Where you recently removed hair.

.

My arms on your thighs, my hands together

Near the presence of your sweet swelling lips.

My fingers slowly part your folds.

My tongue finding the recesses

Along your slit.  Probing, prodding.

.

I press my face into you.

My lips against your lips. 

Kissing.  Suckling kisses.  Wet kisses.

In different places, moving around

Your upper thighs and lower pelvis.

Finding the ultra-sensitive non sexual crevices

Where your legs meet your torso.

.

We’ve done this before.  You can relax.

Your hands move between grabbing handfuls of sheet

And

My short soft straight hair

Cradling that object of your pleasure.

.

I move my arms under your thighs

Lifting your legs.

Kisses move around the backs of your thighs

Onto the very bottom of your cheeks

Finding their way in between.

My tongue licks the space between your front and back entrances

Tantalizingly close.  My breath

Heats your backside.

.

Larger licks along this length

Bring your rim in contact.

Grateful moans.   Unbelieving groans.

My tongue wets your rim

My breath blows it cold.

Alternating warm and cold.

Wet and dry.

.

One arm under both knees

Pushing to your chest

Opening up your backside.

My tongue and my fingers work together

Making it hard for you to distinguish

The manipulations of each.

.

Returning to your main entrance,

I slowly lower your legs.

Kisses lead the way.

Digits poke your entrance

Rolling around its gateway.

Opening it, awakening all of its nerves.

.

My lips surround your little nub

Running up and down

Moving its hood

Creating some suction.

Then, a flaccid flat fluid flapping

Against its underside.

.

You scream, “Oh God.”

Anointing me with special powers.

Powers that create, manage and manipulate

Your pleasure.

.

Licking you slowly while you want more.

Taking time to feel my fingers penetrate deeper

Roving around inside your canyon

Slipping along places

Drawing deep muscular responses.

.

Teasing, tormenting, changing attention

From one sexual center to another,

When a longer focus on one would

Bring conclusion.

.

I delay.  I play.

You twist and grab and moan.

I feel you grab handfuls of my hair.

I look up at you and know

You no longer know who I am.

So lost in your own lust.

.

I know you are ready

Focusing my tongue on your clit

My fingers rotating in and out

While circling inside.

.

You start to come.

Arching your back.

Thrashing.

Challenging me to stay with you.

My mouth closes on your nub

I kiss and suck on it.

Your movements pull and twist your body.

Like a rodeo rider my lips hang on.

.

My fingers feel you gush

A small shower in your chamber

Releasing a unique freshment.

.

You buck on the waves of orgasm,

Until your clit can stand no more.

You push me away, desperate, laughing.

“Enough!” you shout.

You think it is over.

.

You are wrong.

I lift my torso over you.

Planting my cock at your swollen entrance.

I slide in without difficulty

And begin my rhythmic movements.

.

You are offering your vessel to me

In gratefulness.  In a moment of completion.

.

My torso is so much larger than yours

My neck is over your face.

The hairs of my chest rustle your shoulders.

.

My weight bears down.

You nipples pressed inside your breasts.

.

You cannot move.  Overwhelmed and

Overcome.  You love the helplessness.

You feel your moist tunnel respond.

.

Rhythms of hips, pounding of prick

Deeper inside you.

Your arms wrap around my upper body.

Our lower bodies moving

Together. 

.

Your legs open wider

Your feet lift.

The penetration goes deeper.

My speed increases.

.

You begin to orgasm again

As you rock your pelvis.

Your heavy breathing

Is interrupted with gasping.

.

I stab you deep and hold it.

Gushing.

You feel me leap inside you.

.

Your hands lower to my tight ass

I rock hard a couple of times before another

Stab, gush, hold tight.

.

Your arms squeeze me low and high.

Easy thrust, another gush.   Perfect timing.

.

My mind rolls over while my body stays on top

And waits for my cock to withdraw itself.

Kisses.  Gently falling away.  Sleeping soon

As I move beside you.

 

It was only an hour long session but this time it seemed so much longer.  She sat in the comfortable chair opposite his separated by a small low circular table, just large enough to hold two cups of coffee.  Unlike some of his patients, she got right down to it.  She was a student at the University.  She explained she had a problem with exhibitionism.  Inwardly he was amused because she was such an extraordinarily good looking woman.  He assumed she must get plenty of attention. 

She was dressed in a short tight black skirt and a white linen blouse that appeared a bit too small for her full grapefruit sized breasts.  The buttons of the blouse strained across her chest creating gaps and folds in the material.  She went on to say how she felt she had an addiction and, as she spoke, she matter-of-factly unbuttoned the most strained button in the middle of her breast and turned slightly to her right giving me a view of the white lacy bra underneath.

She never stopped talking and it was as though she was unaware of what she was doing.

“I never wear any panties.  See.”  She pulled up her skirt and opened her legs fully exposing her clean shaven intimate area to me.  “And that is probably unsanitary.  But I can’t seem to help myself.  Do you think that wearing no panties is unhealthy, doctor?”  She left her legs open.  He moved his open notebook to cover his lap.

“Not necessarily, Elaine.  What do you do during “that” time of the month?”

“Oh, well, I wear panties then sometimes but sometimes I just use a tampon and the string dangles down here.”  She pointed toward the junction of her open legs to draw his attention to the area.  He had been trying to look her in the eyes.  She went on talking about how she was from a large family.  How she had many siblings and as one of the younger ones, she got very little attention.  Her father died when she was just ten.  All of this added up to her feeling invisible.  She began to unbutton more of her blouse, slowly, without any comment about what she was doing.

“So how does this exhibitionism affect your daily life?  How does it interfere with your work or your studies or your relationships?”

“Well, as far as relationships go, it’s been a disaster.  The girls all think I dress like a slut and they hate me and some of the boys think I am a slut and assume my exhibitionism means that I am easy. 

“I’m not,” she said emphatically.  She pulled the blouse out of her waist and opened it all the way, pausing shortly, before standing to remove it completely.  She began removing her bra.

“Do you mind, doctor.  I find clothes constraining.”

“Well,” he stuttered, “tell me more about how this problem is affecting your life.”  He knew he should have told her to stop but he didn’t really want her to.  He found her body breathtaking.  As she removed her bra and exposed her rosy still nipples to him, he had to adjust his seat a bit.  He moved as little as possible but enough to straighten his hidden member. 

“Well I’ve had a few jobs but they have only been part time and I do get criticized all the time for the clothes I wear.”

“But you do manage to keep your clothes on while you work?”

“Mostly.  But if I’m alone or with just a couple of people sometimes I indulge.  Like the time I went into the office on the weekend and there was just me and a couple of the guys there.  They apparently turn down the AC during the weekend and it was hot, so I asked the guys if they would mind if I took off my clothes.  No one objected.  You see usually I ask first and people don’t seem to mind.  At least the guys don’t. “  After removing her bra she unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the floor.  He was mesmerized by this naked beauty that stood before him.  She sat down and crossed her legs placing her hands demurely into her lap.

“What about at school?  How are your grades?”

“Oh they’re OK.  Not great.  I don’t study enough.”

“How do you manage your exhibitionism in class?”

“Well, it is a university, you know, so I can wear almost anything I want and I often wear revealing clothes.  They don’t hassle me as much.  In fact, not at all.  Unlike in High School where I used to get in trouble all the time. Like the time I wore a see through blouse in High School.  I had a bra on and everything but they called my parents and made my mom come and pick me up.  What a hassle!  Now I ask you, Doctor, why would anyone not want to look at these?”  She held her breasts in her hands and pointed them at him.  Her rosy areolas were the size of quarters and her nipples looked like clam necks.

He decided he would count the number of bumps around each when he heard her say louder and louder, “Doctor, doctor, DOCTOR!”  He awoke to the shout in his intercom.

“Yes, Betty, what is it.”

“Your 3:00 is here.  Miss Elaine Drubansky.”

“Thanks, Betty, I’ll be right out.”  He knew these afternoon naps would have to end.

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