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.

She loved her daddy.  Even though he was her step father.  He married her mom when she was little and he was every bit her ‘real’ father.  She was so proud of him.  He was always there for her and he adored her.  He was coming to her dorm, stay over one night, and from there the two of them were continuing west to California.  He was going to show her LA and drive up the coast to San Francisco, and visit with her uncle.

He arrived on Friday about 4:00 having taken the day off from work.  He had just driven 400 miles and he was concerned that his neck hurt a little bit.  There was a lot of driving yet to do.  Although he remembered that Ally had been driving now for many years and could.  They were only a few hundred miles from LA and they had a whole week to stroll up the coast and would still be able to spend time with Rick.

Ally missed her dad.  Her heart just welled up when she saw him.  He was coming across the campus from the parking lot and Ally spotted him at a distance.  She started to jog toward him but evidently he hadn’t seen her yet.  As he walked across, she thought he cut a dashing figure.  He had a positive – I’m going somewhere – step in his walk, a slim figure for his age, and carried a certain air of enjoyment wherever he was.  He always dressed well for his shape and his well tailored sport coat obstructed any love handles he may have developed.  A dash of gray at his temples gave him a rugged masculine look. 

They greeted and hugged and kissed.  Big daddy hugs.  She always felt like a girl in his arms, not fully the woman she had become.  She wished he was with her all the time so he could see how she has grown.  They relaxed in her room, went to dinner, stopped in the bookstore and visited a couple of the nicer casual places on campus.  They talked.  They never ran out of things to tell each other or topics and attitudes to explore and exchange.  They wound up back in Ally’s room about 7:30, just when everyone was getting ready to leave or party.  Since this was the start of vacation week, the books were forgotten and by tomorrow night the place would be a ghost town.  But many preferred to stay on campus Friday night to party and leave for home with the casualness of Saturday.  The freshmen would, of course, all leave, which was OK by her.  Since she was a junior this year, she found the freshmen bothersome. 

Maria, Ally’s roommate had met her father before and found he was easy to talk to.  She said “hi” to them before when he dropped off his bag.  She was getting ready to go home.  She only lived a short distance and she wasn’t planning on leaving until 9:00.  Ally’s father thanked her in advance for the use of her bed.  “Now don’t be making me clean the sheets,” Maria said.  “I know how you young studs can be getting your cream all over things.  Don’t be seducing none of my sisters, now!  “She went on to say how she hadn’t had a stud in her bed for over 6 months.  Maybe the bed would have special soaking power.

It was a girls only dorm but the girls were pretty used to having boyfriends stay over.  They acted very nonchalant about it.  There was a public bathroom in the center of the floor, so the boys used it too when they were staying with someone.  The bathroom was set up with a large row of independent stalls and a wall facing with individual sinks.  A break in the wall of sinks led to the showers which also were set up with private individual stalls.  Each shower stall had a small antechamber used for changing and towels.  Most of the girls just wore their robes into the shower.  The school modestly had extra to spare.

Maria wanted to take a shower before she left because she would be seeing her boyfriend when she arrived home.  She stripped down in the middle of the room, right in front of Ally’s father!  He couldn’t help but watch her even though he felt Ally’s eyes on him.  But he continued a casual conversation with Maria which helped to disguise the intensity of his biological reaction to this voluptuous young woman stripping off her clothes in front of him.  The room wasn’t big enough to not look!  Maria got undressed down to her white panties and bra.  The panties were cut quite low in a bikini style and they looked a bit small for her as the cotton fabric was fully stretched.

Daddy seemed all right to Ally.  She thought this kind of experience might be embarrassing for him but he seemed as oblivious as could be.  Maria began gathering up her bathroom stuff – her makeup, her dryer, her toothpaste bag – and put them in a neat pile on the table.  She then went and got her robe.  It was a school issued robe and was made of thin linen material, cut to about mid thigh.  She turned her back to Ally’s father, facing Ally and removed her bra without turning around, her entire naked back exposed to his view.  She then put on the robe and slid her panties off.  It was certainly modest enough.  Then he spotted the mirror on the desk next to Ally.  Too late for any glimpse this time.  “Can I help in any way, Maria,” he joked.  “Sure,” she said and she tossed him her used panties.  “Wash these for me while I shower, will you, Sport!”  She was joking of course, he thought, while his hands gently held her used panties, fingertips at attention.  He almost closed his eyes.

He, too, had to use the toilette and he excused himself shortly after Maria left.  Maybe he would get a chance to see her in the bathroom.  He wanted to see more of her tits.  No sign of Maria when he got to the bathroom, but there were plenty of other girls walking around.  He concentrated on not staring and found a stall.  Before he sat down he heard someone enter the stall next to his.  He sat there for a few minutes unable to go even though his bladder was full.  Partly, it was his hardon.  It was hard to get it relaxed as he stared out between the edges of the stall door watching the parade of young, healthy, well shaped bodies roll by.  Even though they were dressed in robes some of them wore them open not knowing there was a man in a stall.  From this angle he could see a few patches of hair as they walked by.

He suddenly realized the girl in the next stall was beginning to moan.  He hadn’t heard any trickle coming from her stall either but he was more concentrated on his own until now.  Now he completely forgot about taking his own piss and just listened to the growing moans of the girl next door who was obviously in the throes of sexual desire.  He began to think that she deliberately followed him into the next stall.  This must be her little sexual trick to get herself off.  She knew he was in here.  It didn’t take but a second for her to follow him in.  She saw him although he didn’t see her and that excited him.  That he was the focus of a young girl’s masturbation fantasy.  Actually he should realize that they are young women now, most in their twenties, like his daughter.

She was moaning loud enough so he could clearly hear but soft enough that the girls at the sinks couldn’t hear.  But she knew he could hear!  The moans grew rapidly in pace and loudness.  He was amazed at how quickly she came to an orgasm.  It was a twisted whimpering orgasm, clearly holding back the loud grunts she wanted to release.  He felt it was late and he had to get back before Ally would wonder what he was doing, even though he hadn’t been able to take his piss.  Also he wanted to get a look at the girl next to him and if he gauged her right she would be out of the stall in a hurry.

He cleaned up quickly and was able to get out of the stall right after her.  He could see her cringe just a bit when his door opened right behind hers.  She was a petite young lady, wearing her own robe, but it was tied at the hips showing off a nice waist and a small but pleasing behind.  He looked up and realizing he was being watched by her in the mirror over the sink.  They made eye contact and looking into the smile on his face – a real shit eating, full of wonderment smile – she couldn’t help but smile back at him.  She had a pixie face and wore no makeup.  She might be a bit homely by the standards of college studs but he found her beautifully honest about her sexuality.  Even if she was desperate or had done this many times before, the idea of his mature physique getting a young girl off was particularly good for his male ego.  She had a great body but just hadn’t recognized its appeal yet.

While washing his hands, he continued to look at her, more leeringly as he went, letting her know he wanted her with little anticipation that anything could happen.  With a little makeup and confidence, she could be a heart breaker.  She saw him looking her over from bottom to her top, when his eyes caught hers, desire raced between them. 

But he had to get back and soon he was back in Ally’s room.  They talked some more and soon Maria returned from the shower.  Her hair was still up in a towel and her face showed the briefest sign of added makeup.  He wondered why she took the hairdryer if she didn’t dry her hair.  Maybe she wanted to get back sooner to the flirtation they had begun, he fantasized.  His bladder was still full but his cock was even fuller and his hardon was taking over all feelings of his body.

Maria was dressed in the robe and not much else he assumed.  She spent a few minutes dashing here and there in the room before she stood in front of the mirror at her corner desk.  Leaning forward, she took a brush to her long hair and brushed it to one side.  When she leaned forward, the loosely tied robe opened a V down her front exposing much of her brown skinned breast.  Then she reached for the dryer and began to apply it to one side of her hair.  She stood up straight but tilted her head to one side with a posture that leaned to one side.  The result of this was an opening from the bottom that ran along the middle of the bulge of her right leg.  The opening, of course, got smaller as it raised higher in an inverted V, but he could swear that he can see a spot at the very top that is on her leg but in a higher position than her pussy.  The visible strip of skin tells him she has yet to put her underwear on.

When she finishes with one side, she repeats the routine on the other, except that this time, the slit winds up on the other leg and a lot closer to the middle.  Keeping up his end of the conversation is difficult and he is deflecting the conversation to her by asking her about her family.  A simple question about someone in her family seemed to get Maria talking at a rapid rate.  She came from a large mixed race family and had a beautiful light brown skin color.  Black bushy hair could definitely be seen peeking out near the top of the slit.  It wasn’t all the way to the top but appeared a few inches down.  If the slit moved over just a bit, he might be able to see the whole bush.  As if on his command, Maria shifted her weight and there it was in its black beauty.  He could clearly see the triangle and where her legs met.  He looked up and Maria was talking and looking at him but kind of generally at him, apparently unaware of the show she was giving him.  Ally was busy writing something in her journal.

He had a raging hardon and Ally had noticed it creating an unmistakable bulge in his pants.  Her dad was still carrying on a conversation with Maria, but the sight of Maria in her bathrobe was obviously too much for the old man.  She wondered if he had gotten much, or any at all, since divorcing her mother five years ago.  She reached for her journal and jotted down a few notes about her dad, deliberately giving him more freedom to ogle Maria.  Maria was cool and they seemed to be hitting it off well.

Maria finished her hair and went through the reverse procedure from getting undressed.  With her back to him, she first put on her panties, then off came the robe.  Except this time, the white bikini panties were replaced by the barest thong.  It was just a string running along her crack from this angle, leaving nothing of her perfect ass hidden.  He barely watched her put on her bra but just stared at her behind.  Ally saw his stare and found it cute.  She almost laughed.  My dad is horny, she wrote in her journal.  Mercifully, Maria walked around in her underwear for only a short time before she got fully dressed.

Ally suggested that they take in the movie, downstairs in the dorm’s large TV room.  They were showing “It’s All About Mary!”  Soon they had said there good byes to Maria and while they were early to arrive, the best seats on the couch right in front were taken.  Ally suggested that Dad take the large armchair that sat off to the side and a little behind the second row.  She said there was seldom visual interference there and the seat was the most comfortable.  Ally sat a bit in front of her dad. 

The girl from the toilette came in and sat on the other side of the room.  She was wearing a T-shirt and white panties with some design on them, flower buds, perhaps, he thought.  About 10 girls in all came to watch the movie.  The rest were on their way home or out partying by now.  At least half of the girls were wearing some sort of college age sleepwear: the rest very casual clothes.  Ally’s dad was seeing flashes of panties and braless nipples everywhere he looked.  Throughout the movie, the girl in the T-shirt was flirting with him.  Flashing her panties at him from all kinds of angles.  With her legs lifted up on the arm of a nearby chair, her T-shirt wouldn’t cover her legs.  She would sit squat legged on the chair facing her pussy right across the room at him.  Then shift to sit sideways on the chair and let the cotton of her panties stretch across her exposed bottom.  She even cuddled her breasts a bit or a casual scratch.  And towards the end of the movie, she had her hands between her legs.  She made eye contact with him throughout the physical flirting she was doing.  And then there was the occasional brief focus on one of the girls walking to the nearby kitchen.

Ally had no idea what was going on behind her back or so he thought, even though he missed laughing on a few of the physical gags in the movie.  He was thinking that he had had enough sexual stimulation for one day and as they left after the movie, he was looking forward to going to Ally’s room for the night. 

The hallways were seeing a few of the girls returning for the night.  She suggested a cup of tea before bed and he agreed.  Then his daughter closed the door to the room and began to take her clothes off.  She did so quietly and gracefully.  He couldn’t help but notice how his little girl had all grown up and developed a more beautiful body than her mother ever had.  He found his hardon confusing but when she removed her bra without turning around as Maria had done, he was immediately and undeniably turned on.  She had full but perky breasts.  So firm they almost seemed to be still in a growth stage.  Her teats were quite prominent and seemed to be just the right size to complement the breast.  How many men have suckled those nipples, he thought?  She did turn to the side, almost around, when she removed her panties and he got a good view of her ass.  It was so white and pristine, plump and resilient.  He wanted to kiss her cheeks and not the ones near her nose.

She got dressed into her flannel PJ’s rather quickly and left to make some tea in the kitchen.  While she was gone, he took the opportunity to change into his PJ’s without embarrassment.  They were made of a dark steel blue silk and he liked the feel of silk on his body.  Their deep color, open cut in front, and rugged rope-like sash gave them a masculine persona.  He now noticed that his hardon was also very easy to spot under the silk.

The hallways were getting busier and it sounded like a number of girls had settled outside of Ally’s door to talk in alcohol amplified voices.  He and Ally were sitting on each of the two beds (he on Maria’s) facing each other talking when suddenly the door burst open.  Ally – are you there, a voice broke in.  It was Megan.  She was obviously tipsy and effervescent in her speech.  After asking permission to interrupt them, she went on to talk about her night, running into her true love at the bar.  She was still dressed, wearing blue jeans and a Tshirt.  She didn’t appear to be wearing a bra since her hardened nipples could be seen poking into the tight cotton.  She had ample breasts and seemed to be unaware of her nipples.  She sat down on the same bed as Ally’s dad while she talked non stop.

Soon the room was filled with girls as though the open door was an invitation.  Heather, Rebecca, Suzanne but he couldn’t keep their names straight as some left, others came and came back again.  But he wasn’t confused at the eye candy he was viewing.  A few of the girls were dressed in their nightwear.  One, Candice to him but Candy to her friends, was dressed in a baby doll nightgown and she sat opposite him in one of the desk chairs.  He got a great side view of her legs which she crossed and uncrossed casually.  As the room filled up, Suzanne sat next to him on the other side from Megan, squeezing him between them.  There was all sorts of contact as he and the girls occasionally repositioned themselves.

Suzanne had on sleepwear – a loose top with large open holes for her arms and blowzy nylon pants.  When she leaned forward to talk, he could see all of her smallish right breast.  Right to the nipple at times.  He had to reposition himself to make his hard on less noticeable but as he was doing so, Candy gave him one of those low glances and smiles that told him she noticed.  She seemed to enjoy it.  He was sitting cross legged and moved again so his legs were side by side and could be opened.  When he moved his right leg to the side, the outline of his cock could be seen riding down his right leg.  The fabric of his pajamas snuggly showed the outline to Candy, who secretly gave him an appreciative smile.

He had no time to look at Ally but she couldn’t help notice him and she noticed his hard on and she noticed Candy’s smile.  She could see her dad was overcome by the room full of estrogen and she was having a wet reaction to it.  Her reaction didn’t disturb her though and she found herself giving in to the feeling of this excited man and gave into peeking at his cock when he flashed Candy.

It continued like that until 3:00 AM when Ally finally started throwing people out.  Suzanne had cuddled up with her head in her dad’s crotch.  When she first put her head down she lay right on top of his cock and she could feel it stir under her.  She could feel its rock hardness and it seemed to her enormous.  But she pretended that she was unaware of it and she pretended to go to sleep.  Occasionally she shifted her weight and rubbed her head slightly into his lap.  Ally shook her wondering if the gentle shaking of her head inside her dad’s legs was having any effect on him.  In general, her dorm mates were deliberately teasing him all night, a game they seemed to constantly engage in with any male who visited the dorm, and her dad seemed to be flattered by it, enjoying himself thoroughly.

Suzanne stirred at the shaking and got up groggily.  She repeated Ally’s statement that it was time to go.  She turned to Ally’s dad and gave him a slow wet kiss on his lips, her hand resting gently on his chest.  It was a sleepy sexy kiss.  It was her way of saying thanks for letting her press her face against his hard cock.  As she left, Ally couldn’t help to notice her dad’s cock.  It was embarrassingly creating a tent in the lap of his pajamas.  Soon the room was empty and dad quickly got under the covers of his bed.  Lying on his side, he said good night as Ally turned off the lights and got into bed herself.  She settled in to sleep and couldn’t help thinking about how big her dad’s cock looked making that huge tent.  She wondered exactly how thick it was as she imagined it as it must look naked.

She lay awake but still for 15 or 20 minutes, unable to drop off to sleep.  Her dad was restless and kept shifting in his bed.  As her eyes adjusted to the light, the moonlight from the curtain gave enough light so that she could see a bit of her dad’s outline.  He was laying on his back and it looked like he might be stroking his cock.  She could definitely see a hooded hill in the blankets in the middle of his form.  She was lying on her side and opened her legs by bending one knee.  She worked her hand silently between her legs.  As she watched her dad’s shadowy movements, she found her pussy wet and waiting to be touched.

Dear Sex Dude,

My boyfriend wants to be spanked but I’m afraid I will hurt him and I’m not sure how this will turn him on.  He’s even asked my little sister to spank him.  To me spanking is for when people do something wrong and I’m just not sure I can spank him for no reason. What should I do? 

Spank or Not Spank.

Dear Spanker,

I think you should ask you sister to help and have her lie naked on the bed under his naked body while you spank him.  Ask him if he wants to f*** your sister and if he says yes then spank him hard until he gets soft.  Ask your sister to tell you if he is getting a hard on and if she says yes then spank him hard again. If you know the name he was called when he was 8 use it. A couple of hours of this will have him ready for anything you want him to. 

Dear Sex Dude,

I am a 20 year old virgin off at college.  This year I have decided to end my virginity.  Should I give my virginity to Matt who is very sweet and likes me but who has very little sexual experience too?  Or should I go after Larry who once tried to force himself on me at a party after I had a few drinks.  The thing is that Larry put his hands down my pants at the party and he really knows what he is doing.  I don’t like the guy but he has great fingers.  Who should I let have my virginity?

Cherry Pop

Dear Cherry,

Given a choice is between good sex and bad sex, I would recommend both.  But I might try Matt first since he comes with less baggage.  Just be prepared.  Be prepared for him to have a premature ejaculation, so don’t start too late at night.  After his first ejaculation you need to give him about 10 minutes and then start him up again.  Kiss him where it hurts and it will make it better (and bigger). You might have to soothe his fragile ego a bit but just tell him how big he is.  You then tell him what he should do to you.  Be prepared to be explicit with him.  If all of that just seems like too much work then go with Larry but expect that he is likely to tell everyone on campus since he has no loyalty or relationship with you.

Dear Sex Dude,

Valentine’s Day is coming up and I want to do something special for my husband.  We have been married for 5 years and sex has become rather routine.  Any suggestions? Looking for New Ideas.

Dear Looking,

Maybe you should contact your local escort service and rent a dancing girl for the night or maybe a full body masseuse.  There isn’t anything quite as special as when your woman offers you the pleasure of a second woman.  You decide the boundaries.  She could strip for him or give him an hour of lap dances before you take over for the conclusion.  Or maybe you would like her to give him a massage finishing with a hand job while you whisper bad things in his ear.  The possibilities are endless but the memories guaranteed to last forever.

It was a machine he bought her while he was in Amsterdam.  She called it a machine although he referred to it as a tool.  It was essentially a vibrator.  But a rather unusual one.  It was made of a 3” thin pliable sleeve, shaped like an undernourished Dolphin with a small thin fin that ran along its arched back.  There were elastic straps coming from three places on the rubbery tube.  One from the Dolphin’s tail and two from the sides of the “shoulders”.  It was meant to be worn and the straps connected to each other with a small ring creating a minimal thing.  When worn, the Dolphin’s fin would slide right between the lips of her vagina and would stretch from her clit to the opening of her pussy.

There were no switches or wires located on the device.  It was controlled by a remote control switch which had Off and two different On speeds.  At first he would make her wear it in bed.  Sometimes when he tied her up; other times when she was working around the house.  He always was the one to control the vibrations and he would often tease her by turning it on and off for repeated sessions.  He loved being in control.  She would get frustrated with the teasing at times but she had come to love it the more that he used it and became sensitive to her ups and downs.  He developed an instinct for timing and the sessions wound her up resulting in fantastic finishes of tidal orgasms.  Using the Dolphin never became a frequent way to have sex but occasional usage when time permitted, gave it a special place in their sex lives.

She got the best orgasms from it when she would press the Dolphin against herself while huddled in a crouch.  Sometimes she would lie on her back with her knees in the air and her legs spread pressing against it with both hands.  When she was standing (as would happen when she was working around the house) she liked to lean against a counter edge or even the corner of a bookcase.  Sometimes she would wrap her legs around whatever was available to get a stronger sensation from the vibrating fish.  She realized how unattractive these positions must look but after a couple of hours of teasing, she just didn’t care.

Then began the Journeys, as he called them.  The first was an open air concert which got started late in the afternoon.  They got there early, spread out their blanket, and had a bit to eat until the first band began.  As close as they were the music was electrifying.  The crowd began to rock to the familiar tunes.  The sun was beginning to set, the atmosphere perfect.  The sweet heavy smell of marijuana wafted by and the crowd was caught up in the experience.

He had promised not to activate his tool until after dark.  She could feel it between her legs, however, and just the thought of what was going to happened drew some natural moisture to her crotch.  The music kept anyone from hearing it.  She was wearing a peasant blouse and a long blousy summer skirt.  She was sitting cross legged on the blanket when he began and she folded her hands in her lap between her legs, pressing down.  He did it long enough for her to want more but not so much that she was desperate.  She could wait for the next time.  And she would! 

It was weird in public.  While there was enough room on their blanket to spread out they were surrounded at close range by other blankets.  In front of them were four college age girls who were sipping wine inconspicuously from a common thermos.   Beside them was a thirtysomething couple, obviously married and out for a romantic night.  A woman with two men both squeezing her were on the right side partially hidden by her friend’s form.  And behind them was a young foursome who seemed like they were on a first date.  A little bit away was a group of 18 to 20 year old boys whose eyes kept straying across her tight jeans and close fitting jersey.

She was lying on her side when he started the motor again.  She quickly rolled over on her stomach to increase the tingling.  She arched her back and cradled her head with her hands while the vibrations spread through her pelvic area.  After a long time she opened her legs wider and arched more.  Noticing her movement, he moved to the faster speed and she had a quick intake of breath as he left it at that speed for a short breathtaking time.  He dropped back to the lower speed and let her slow down before stopping again.  But he knew she was beyond stopping and only left it off for a short time. 

He attacked her with these short constant bursts until her ass began squirming.  In between bursts she changed positions cradling against his sitting position from behind.  She wrapped her legs around him putting her feet between his legs, pressing her pelvis against his lower back.  Her head nestled into the back of his neck beside his ear.  She was ready and he didn’t disappoint.

The vibrations melted her and her hands found their way inside his shirt gently running across his hairy chest.  At first she couldn’t quite get pressure on the right spot, but as she squirmed she repositioned her legs beside him still keeping her torso close to his broad back, she leaned forward and he bent with her.  This caught the vibrating fish between her and the hard ground causing her to get the full rhythm of the vibrations.  She had her arms wrapped around him.  He turned it on to the higher speed and she began to moan into his ear.  The music was at its loudest and the darkness gave her some cover.  She looked around and everyone seemed busy, into their own thing.  She was so aware of the fact that she was going to cum right in the middle of everybody using this vibrator. And they were all so close!

She decided to take a risk as she rolled her hips back and forth in a steady pace pretending to rock to the music.  She knew she was slightly out of rhythm and probably seemed a bi retarded.  She began moaning louder as she exploded into a torrent of released wet releases.  With an urgency in her voice she told him to stop and he did.  She shuddered again and again and her breathing became gasping.  She nuzzled her head in against the side of his neck.  Thank god, she thought, the music is continuing.  As she squeezed him firmly with her arms, she noticed that one of the boys from the group was staring at her.  She gave him a smile and wondered what he thought brought that on.

They listened to the music ate and drank as all the groups in their area moved around slightly getting somewhat closer to one another in places.  The boy she smiled at, in particular, had worked his way closer to their blanket and while he was still connected to the other boys, at times, his shoeless feet stretched onto her blanket.  It was quite dark and no one seemed to notice.

In between songs, her boyfriend whispered to her ad suggested that the boy was trying to get close to her.  Maybe he wanted a wanted a quick feel.  To rub up against her in the dark.  He whispered these things to her because while they were pretty outrageous, he knew they had a way of getting her all hot.  He suggested that they sit back to back so she could face the boy.

They repositioned themselves to that he was sitting facing the stage and she had her back against his facing the boy.  She was quite close to him and had her knees up because if she extended them they would be in his lap, a thought that didn’t escape her imagination.  She pulled her skirt up over her knees into her lap.  It was dark and even at this close distance it was unlikely the boy could see up to her panties but she knew it would drive him wild knowing her panties were exposed to his view if there was more light.  She knew that she was wearing panties tonight and they covered the Dolphin so that there was no way he could see her secret.

The two of them pretended to not look at each other although it was a minor charade as they continually stole glances at one another.  Him up her skirt and her toward his growing bulge.  Suddenly he shifted around to a new position and lay sideways on his blanket, his head resting on one arm.  In this position he had a straight shot right up her skirt and from ground level.  His eyes were only about 3 feet away.  She opened her legs slightly.  It was pretty dark.  This silly boy probably couldn’t see anything but she could see he was getting all hot and bothered. 

Then suddenly the vibrations between her legs began again.  The blood rushed to her face and other places.  At first she didn’t want this.  She was too close to this boy, afraid she would give herself away, and in no position to get the extra pressure she needed to reach an orgasm.  But after a few minutes of discomfort she settled in and began to enjoy the warming feelings.  She realized she would have to stay still and be quiet in this position or give herself away.

The young boy had his eyes clearly focused on the space under her skirt.  While she was certain he had no idea what was really going on there, his stare became quite focused and rather brazen and she looked around to see if anyone else was watching and she noticed that the woman with the two men gave her a knowing laugh as she snuggled against her twin escorts.  One of the men with the foursome also seemed to be watching her and the boy while he hugged his date from behind.  All the more reason to be discrete she thought.

Yet the vibrations were getting to her.  She opened her legs wider clasped her hands together and pushed her skirt down into the folds of her crotch.  The hem of the skirt now ended about half way down her thigh exposing virtually all of her legs to anyone who cared to notice.  Her hands were between her legs and pressing on the vibrating machine, yet covered by the extra material of her skirt. 

After a little while of enjoying the pressing of her hands and the vibrations, she shifted so her legs were akimbo, knees pointed away from each other, legs crossed, hands still in her crotch.  She looked at the boy and slowly moved her hands under the edge of her skirt and then back to her panties.  It was dark.  She was not sure if the boy could see anything but he was staring intently watching so carefully everything that she did. 

Watching the boy excited her and quietly, so quietly, she half closed her eyes, pressed and murmured an orgasm.  She tried not to move her hips and it just burst from her, like water breaking through a dam. It flowed from her pussy. 

There were other Journeys.  To a dance club.  While they were slow dancing to the music at the end of the night.  He had to hold her tightly around the waist to keep her from collapsing at his feet. 

On a subway ride, he sat across from her like they weren’t together.  An older woman sat next to her.  A strange looking man sitting next to her friend stared blankly at her as she sat with her hands folded in between her legs.  Her hands were not moving because the strange man would notice but they were pressing.  At one point when the train was traveling between distant stations, the noise sufficient to cover any sound, she came, dropping her head and letting out a muffled grunt.  The woman beside her asked her if she was all right and she replied that she had been feeling ill.  The flu, I think, she said and the woman seemed satisfied.

After Journey to a restaurant and she had made him promise that they wouldn’t do that again.  It was too frustrating.  The restaurant was too quiet to use the vibrator continuously.  They waited until the restaurant crowd thinned and worked between the comings and goings of the waiter.  It took much too long she thought.  She had to wait until they were in the car riding home before she really let loose. 

They still did some Journeys.  Maybe once or twice a year.  It could make a simple trip to the mountains a special occasion and was something they often did when they traveled.  He really enjoyed playing with her excitement, controlling it and she enjoyed the feeling of being so hot in public places, surrounded by people.  This week they were traveling to the West Coast and he had already suggested she wear it on the plane.  She imagined the two of them huddled and cuddling with a blanket over their laps while she enjoyed the vibrations.  She imagined who would be sitting near them.  She was looking forward to it.

He pulled her over his lap, lifted her pleated skirt and pulled her panties down exposing her round, soft, milky white mounds to his eyes for the first time.  He rested his hand on her cheek.  She felt the sexual tension.

“You were wrong weren’t you?”  He lifted his hand and slapped her bottom.  It shocked her and the sound was louder than the actual pain.

“Yes.”  His hand rested on her bottom while they talked but she knew he wasn’t going to stop at just one.

“Say ‘Yes, daddy.”  And he slapped her flesh once again, lifting his had slightly after the blow and then resting it again. Then the resting hand moved slowly in a circle moving across the very bottom of her cheeks.

“Yes, daddy, I was wrong.”

“Are you sorry, child?” Again his hand rose up and slapped her.  It almost seemed softer this time.  Was she getting used to it or was he being gentler?  His small circular massage definitely was gentler and she could feel her flesh was much tenderer. 

“Yes, daddy, I am very sorry.”

His next slap was lower than the others and enlarged the sensitive part of her rump.

“Do you love your daddy and want to make him proud of you?” He spoke slowly massaging her while he did.  “You want to become a good girl, don’t you?”

Another slap. Her bottom was completely pink and feeling quite tender now.

“Yes, daddy, I love you and want to make you happy.”

He massaged her so softly, almost petting her like a kitten.

“You know it hurts daddy to hurt you.  You know I only do this because I love you.  You know I just want my baby to grow up and be a fine young woman.”

He continued on this way, slapping, speaking, massaging her at a slow pace for maybe 15 minutes.

His massaging.  The sound of his deep voice.  Every sense in her bottom raw, open and exposed.  She was getting so hot she was dripping moisture.  She wriggled a bit on his lap and could feel that his manhood had come awake.  A manhood that right now she desired.  She wanted to take it in her mouth, to worship it, to have it and touch it and kiss it.

Another slap.  A quick sharp pain.  She was definitely getting sore now.  It was like eating hot food that didn’t seem too hot when you started but after a while it just began to burn more and more.  Her flesh burned now and he was massaging it so gently and so slowly, she could feel every single nerve in her rounded mounds.

He became silent for awhile, while he rubbed her like one would rub a genie’s lamp.  Circular slow movements combined with downward strokes. Slow and gentle.  She could feel the air blowing across her hot bottom reminding her that she was exposed.

“Before we put your panties on, I want to rub some oil into the sore areas.  I’m sorry for having hurt you, my baby.”  His eyes were filled with tears as he said this.  He had a bottle of baby oil handy and rather quickly used it to oil her skin.  He rubbed a small amount around her entire derriere including quickly running his oil covered finger tips into and through the crack between her cheeks.  Inside she jumped and outside she wriggled when he touched this previously untouched area.

He quickly finished the oil treatment and pulled her panties back up over her red cheeks, announcing they were done.  She did not want this to end.  She paused for a moment and while still lying across his lap, she looked up and putting on her best pleading face she said, “Won’t daddy kiss me where it hurts and make it feel all better?”

Chapter 2

She lay across his lap waiting for him to answer her.  Waiting for him to make the next move.  She rotated her tender pink cheeks around on his crotch hoping to snag that long pole of his in her flesh somehow.  She felt as though she was much more excited than he was at this moment and she wanted to change that.  She was hot and horny and wanted him in the same state.

She slid down across his lap rubbing her breasts in his crotch as she went slowly.  He remained silent. Sliding farther she pressed her mouth against his bulge and used her hands to try to mold his bulge inside his cotton slacks.

“OK bitch if that is the way you want it, get on the bed.  NOW!”  His yelling breaking her dream state.  “Take off your top get on your back and spread yourself.”  His sternness left no doubt about his seriousness and she was a little afraid of his intentions.  Did he intend to punish her more and she felt a deep wetness between her legs as she did what she was told while thinking about his recent loving spanking.

She laid spread eagle on the bed, nude above the waist with her young perky breasts holding their own against the gravity of the situation.  While her breasts were not large by anyone standards, they seemed to complement her lithe nimble body well.  Her nipples were hard and their size was emphasized as they jutted out on top of her firm fleshy orbs.

He reached under the bed where he had apparently already had tied cloth restraints into the legs and tied one around each of her wrists.  In her sexiest voice, she asked him what he was going to do to her but he didn’t respond to her.  He knelt in between her legs and put his hands around her waist.  He gently and slowly removed her skirt, pulling her legs together as he removed it from her body.  She was left in just her soft cotton bikini panties.

He lifted one leg above her, reached over the headboard and produced another cloth strap.  This one he tied just behind her knee, pulling it tight before he knotted it, so that her leg was well above her head.  He then did the other leg.  She felt rather embarrassed in this pose – her two legs pulled toward her face and her arms stretched out to the sides.  She felt embarrassed yet vulnerable in a sexual way.  She thought he could probably see a wet spot on her panties.  She was also very aware of her limited ability to move and yet she was amazed at how comfortably the cloth straps supported the weight of her legs and let her relax. 

He put his hands on her panties and rubbed her up and down the white strip between her legs.  After a few minutes of this she could feel her own moistness as the cotton absorbed and spread it.  He pulled the strip aside and leaned forward placing his mouth over her wispy trimmed pubic hair.  His tongue skillfully found its way between her hairs and opened her lips lubricating the area at the same time.  His tongue worked the length of her slit at first only barely passing over her clit.  On each succeeding stroke his tongue pressed a little heavier against her clit.  His tongue was also rubbing firmly against the opening to her tunnel, which was awakening all of its external sensitive dots to his erotic snake.

She was thoroughly enjoying the switch back between her pussy opening and her clit when he sudden stopped.  “You have agreed to let me be in complete command, haven’t you?”  “Yes, daddy.”  He licked her again from bottom to top (or hole to tip).  “You will do whatever I want?”  “Yes, daddy.”  Again he licked her slower this time and more firmly.  She moaned.  “You should know that I intend to tease you and leave your needs hanging.”  “Yes, daddy.”  Another long slow tantalizing lick.  She wriggled and realized, she didn’t have much range of movement.  “I intend to embarrass you in public to prove how completely you will obey me.”  She hesitated before, “yes, daddy,” wondering what he meant.  He pushed his face into her pussy and with an open lipped, very wet mouth he kissed and sucked on her clit.  She thought she could feel it grow just like she had seen his grow many times.  It felt long and hard and exposed when his lips traveled down it pulling her hood down and sucking at the entire shaft.

He only sucked her for a minute or two but when he stopped her clit continued to throb with good feelings.  She watched him while he got off the bed, brought the laptop over to the dresser, turning it on.  She noticed that there was a camera attached at the top of the screen.  He stood in front of the computer, typing commands and getting it set up.  He then stepped aside and she watched as his hand adjusted the camera angle.  The dresser was at the foot of the bed against the far wall so that the camera was focused on her with her legs high in the air.  She asked him what was going on.

“It’s Marie’s support group.  They have the password to this chat room where they can view the camera.”  Marie was their sex therapist.  They both have been attending sessions with her for a few months, including group sessions.  They decided to take advantage of Marie’s skill after they met her on a vacation in the Caribbean.  After a number of sessions they decided that John needed to take more control of his sexual relationship with his wife, Tracy.  Tracy as much as John needed this kind of spark.  Tracy was embarrassed at first to discuss their sexual activity in front of others but she eventually got over it.  But now she wasn’t sure if she was ready to perform in front of everyone. 

So here they were, Tracy lying bound and trussed.  She felt out of control which she liked but she was not sure she was ready to show the world her subservience.  “How many people are watching?” she asked.  He ignored her question as he had all her other queries.  He reached in a drawer on the side table of the bed and pulled out a pair of scissors – something that was not normally kept there.  He slipped the scissors, blades closed, under her panties.  She felt the cold hard steel slide across her light bushy mound.  He left them there while he took the remote control for the camera and zoomed in.  “Let’s give everyone a good close up,” John said.

Tracy thought about using the safe word but decided not to be too quick, although things were going in a direction that she quite frankly did not get excited about.  Her fears and embarrassment seemed to be cooling off her desire at the moment.  Once John had the camera adjusted, he regained control of the scissors and with two quick cuts removed her panties completed.  The phone rang.  John left her lying exposed and put the headset on to answer the phone.  The headset allowed him to talk hands free and they both frequently used it.

“I am on the phone with Mickey and he will be passing on requests that are coming from the chat room.”  A bit of small talk and John returned to the bed with the headset still on.  He straddled Tracy’s head with his own between her legs.  He took some oil out of the draw and put it on her pussy.  “Like that?” he said into the headset.  He rubbed the oil all over her pussy slicking her hair in the process.  OK, Tracy thought, maybe I will just enjoy the feeling.  He smoothed her hair with downward motions with his fingertips moving along the side of her clit.  Yum, she thought.  He then used all of his fingers to open her lips.  She could feel him pulling her lips wide open, creating tension in the area.  “How’s that?”  Tracy blushed thinking someone was asking him to do this to her and watching.

Keeping the lips pulled open he also pulled them up, lifting her whole pussy and creating tension around her clit.  “Better?”  He continued to pull her in that way for a moment, then moved her lips slowly down and closed, then up and open again.  After a few of these she was moaning.  Pulling open and pausing he dipped his head in between her legs and licked with a long tongue so that the viewers could see it touch her.  “OK,” he said again. 

He let go of her lips, pressed the button on the remote control and then got up from his straddling position.  Tracy felt a sense of relief as his weight lifted off of her chest, although she had been unaware of any discomfort until then.  She noticed that her legs were beginning to feel uncomfortable.  Just as she did this, John lifted her bottom and placed a pillow under it or maybe two, she couldn’t tell.  But it was enough to change the position of her legs a bit.  Suddenly he spanked her bottom.  A couple of times.  It stung.  “Red enough?” As he gave her one more right across the very bottom of her cheeks.

The quick unexpected spanking reigned in Tracy’s desire again.  It brought her back to reality.  While John was showing the variety of their vibrators to the camera, she thought, this is fucked up.  There is no continuity to the requests.  No sense of rhythm.  John placed his finger on her little brown hole which she realized was open to view.   He took off the headset for a moment while he leaned forward and kissed her ass.  He kissed her on her cheek and along her crack which she realized was opened as she lay there.  He then took an anal vibrator that she liked.  It was thin, about the diameter of a dime, rather rigid and long.  It did have one bendable area 9 inches down its full 12 inch length.  He placed the very end of it at the entrance to her ass and moved it slowly in a short distance and out again.  In and out just small amounts mostly exciting the exterior rim of her hole.  He then turned it on which startled her since it had only one speed.  It was like going from a standing start to 60 miles an hour, but soon she got used the vibrations and enjoyed it as he slowly pushed it in deeper.  As he went deeper the vibrations seemed to spread through her entire rear end and forward to her pussy.

John was sitting beside her allowing full view to the camera of what was going on.  “Glad you liked that,” he said to someone in the headset.  “Tell everyone that she likes it too, don’t you honey?”  “Yes daddy.”  He propped the vibrator into a position by bending it so it was forced against the bed.  In this position it penetrated her about 6 inches into her rear hole.  John then took another vibrator.  A much bigger one that was in the shape of a man’s penis.  It had pronounced veins and ridges on it and was quite thick.  As if to emphasize its size it was a dark black color.  This vibrator had three speeds and he turned it to its lowest speed.  He rimmed it around her pussy lips and slightly over her clit or maybe right next to it – Tracy wasn’t sure.  He continued to make small comments into the headset like, “Here? OK. Like that?” while he played with her genitals.

Tracy felt her entire consciousness beginning to melt into her gentiles along with the vibrations she felt there.  She could sense an orgasm coming on and was just letting it wash over her in an unconscious way.  Suddenly she realized that John was talking to her and not her audience.  “This is just a preliminary to having you be the center of a group fuck,” he said.  “That will be OK with you, if I want it, won’t it, my child?” he said as he slid the black vibrating dildo in between the lips of her pussy.  “Yes, daddy.”  Actually the idea had always been a fantasy of hers and as he pushed the dildo inside of her (“It will feel like this when two of us double stuff you!”) her orgasmic clenches grabbed it strongly.  Her juices flowed and she screamed a semi muffled scream.  “Scream into my microphone so they can all hear you.”  He put his face near hers.  She did scream again, freer this time, having a flash of each of her audience’s faces watching her. 

“I think she needs a rest for now, so I am going to hang up.  But I will leave the camera on if anyone wants to wait this out.  There will be more of my new slave in a little while.  Don’t forget to write us your comments.”  John undid Tracy’s leg and arm restraints and told her she had 10 minutes before it would be her turn to perform for him.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“OK, let’s go inside and see how the lighting is in there.  Just pick up your clothes.  You don’t need to put them on.”  Jude really wasn’t that interested in taking any more pictures but he did want to get her nude in his room.  And so they went into the house and she followed him to his room.  After a few minutes of fussing with curtains and light and taking a couple of pictures, Jude put the camera down. 

“That was very hot, baby.” he said, “You have me all excited.” 

“So,” she said, “what do you want to do about it?” 

“Well I thought maybe I could touch your pussy.  You promised, remember.”

“I said, ‘we’ll see’ but I guess it’s okay if you want to.”  So Jude moved closer to her naked body on the bed, positioning himself next to her but with his head near her waist.  She opened her legs.  He placed his hand on her leg near her knee and slowly moved it up toward her waiting moist area.  He enjoyed the touch of her smooth silky flawless skin and his hand flowed along it gently and effortlessly.  He moved past her most sensitive areas without touching them immediately and began a slow circle closing in around her slit with each stroke. 

“This is so much easier when you are naked.”  She was too enraptured with the movement of his hand to say anything.  His hand moved across her mound and slid down in between her legs.  “Yes you seem to be a bit wet.”  His finger found her slit and starting at the bottom it worked its way up along the smooth hairless crevice, opening it up as he went.  The next stroke was deeper as he was looking for her opening.  He wasn’t exactly sure where it was since this was a new experience for him.  While they had engaged in plenty of rubbing before, she had never laid herself so open and bare before him.  A moment of panic swept over him.  This ought to be easy but so far all I have felt is this ridge.  I have no idea where her pussy opening actually is. 

He went deeper and down in the tight area between the legs he thought he might have found it.  It was wetter here.  Could it just be sweat?  There was supposed to be a hole large enough to fit his cock.  It should be easy to find.  Panic and then she moaned.  It was a familiar moan and he decided to just play around here for awhile.  As he did, he found an area that was wet and bumpy.  It was definitely an opening but was it the right one.  As he rubbed his fingers over the bumps, she moaned again and opened her legs farther.  Encouraged he pushed deeper and thought he definitely had the opening.  It just wrapped around his finger which made him think it was a bit small but she seemed to really like it when he moved his finger around in a circle, his finger just deep enough to cover his first knuckle.

Moving in a circle and going deeper, he slowly moved his entire finger inside of her.  Pleased and certain that he had found the right hole he moved his finger in and out like he was fucking her.  She really liked this and she stretched and wiggled on the bed.  Her voice was making sounds he had not heard before.  He moved a second finger into her and went back and forth with both.  He found it amazing how easily it went in and how quickly her vagina adjusted.  It was still tight but he could tell it could easily adjust to a larger member.

“Can I smell it?” he asked.  “Okay.”   And before she realized what he was doing he leaned forward and put his head right on her pussy.  He sifted his body and moved right in between her legs.  She grabbed his head with her two hands.  She thought it was icky that someone would put their face in that part of her body.  It was her bathroom part and when his whole head was in there it just didn’t seem right.  But she could feel his nose touching her clit and his breath on her like that was exciting.  She only half pushed his head not really sure she wanted to move it.  He said something she couldn’t hear and the next thing she knew she could feel his tongue down there.  She pushed.

“What are you doing?’

“Tasting you.  I like it.  Do you mind?”

“I’m not sure,” she hesitated.  He took advantage of this indecision to move his head back.  He got no resistance from her this time and he lapped her slit with his tongue.  “Ohhh,” she moaned and he knew he had her.  He licked her up and down the length of her slit, getting deeper with his penetration as he went.  She could only stand about 4 alps before she began crying and screaming and having her first orgasm with him.  He wasn’t sure if he had hurt her although he didn’t think so.  Her rhythmic squeals filled the house.  Her legs squeezed and opened against his head and her hands ferociously grabbed his head. 

When she stopped and let him go, he immediately asked if she was okay.  He was a little scared by her screaming and ferocity.  She smiled at him and moved his head up to hers kissing him and hugging him.  As she hugged him it seemed strange that he still was fully dressed and she had been naked for a quite a while now but she was enjoying the afterglow of a great orgasm.  The first she had ever had with a boy.  It made her feel like a woman.  “What would you like me to do to you?” she asked him.

“Can I go inside of you?”  “No,” was her quick answer.  “But I will let you give me a tit fuck.  Would you like that?”  No sooner had he answered yes than he was ripping his clothes off.  Within seconds it seemed that he was naked and straddling her chest.  He placed his large swollen member in the cleft between her breasts.  He started moving up and down and was uncomfortably close to her chin, but she was feeling generous toward him right now and didn’t say anything when his tip struck her chin.  She turned slightly so that he would hit the softer place nearer her cheek.  She looked at him, deep into his eyes, like she did when she posed.  “Do you like my breasts?”  And he shot right across her face landing near her ear and into her hair.  (Yukk, she thought to herself) He did it again and again and when she thought he was finally done he did it again. 

He rolled over next to her, exhausted and spent.  She moved an out of place curl back across his forehead to join the rest of his messy locks, got up and went to the bathroom to clean up.  She was a mess and when she returned cleaned up as best she could, she found him asleep at 5:00 in the afternoon!  She got dressed, kissed him goodbye and headed home to shower before her parents came home.  Overall she was pretty pleased with her afternoon and couldn’t wait until Jude showed her their pictures.

Now she knew.  She loved to pose for him in front of the camera.  Perhaps especially because she had never gone all the way.  Not with Jude, not with anybody.

She was almost 17 and still a virgin, although not because of some particular standard.  She was young and shy about her body.  It was only in the last year that it began to develop appreciable womanly aspects.  Her breasts were on the small size but brand new and they were growing quickly truly worth calling perky.  Her ass had rounded out a few years ago but with no shape to her top her womanly hips went unnoticed.  Now she had a nice petite hourglass figure.

In the past year, boys had started to watch her as well as older men.  She noticed them looking lustfully at her body.  There was nothing she loved more than some young, painfully shy guy staring at some part of her body.  Each day it seemed she had some experience that taught her more about how boys were seeing her.  She had one pimply faced kid stare at her legs one day when she was wearing a short dress.  She could tell that he especially hoped to get a look at her panties.  She was wearing a nice new thong so she let him get a few quick glimpses when she shifted her legs from one sitting position to another.   While his eyes were fixed between her legs, her eyes watched the lusting expression of desire spread all over his face.  She felt a warm flush spread all over her.

At other times boys and men would stare at her breasts whenever she wore a tight jersey, or when her nipples stood out or whenever she was braless.  When she wore dresses now she noticed men looking at her legs and her ass got a lot of attention when she wore her low riding ass hugging jeans.  If she exposed her belly the men were all staring at that.  It was just a little skin!  It seemed like all the men who saw her would stare at her and she began to wonder just how deep her appeal to the male sex ran.  

One time she caught the man in the house next door standing naked in front of his screen door with his pants down around his ankles and his pud in his hand.  He was staring at her while she showered outside in her backyard.  Even though she still had her bathing suit from sunning herself, she was startled and grabbed her towel and ran into the house.  She never told anyone.  She had known her neighbor for years and even though he was almost as old as her dad, she always thought he was a nice guy.  While she never saw him nude again, she did notice him watching her through her windows a lot of the time.

So here she was with Jude in his secluded back yard.  He was a year older than her but he was very shy too.  They’d known each other for years since their mothers were good friends.  And about 8 months ago they had started to date, although mostly it was just hanging around together.  A few times when they were alone they would make out and they each did a little fondling.   As the heavy petting continued it led to a need for Jude to find a release.  He once masturbated in front of her and she found watching him was both fascinated her and excited her.  After a while he would cum by rubbing against her spilling his hot sticky semen on her naked legs.  In all he had probably come with her about 10 times. She never let him take her panties off and she never gave him a blow job.

Jude wanted to become a photographer and he showed some talent for it.  Most of his photos were of sunsets, and landscapes and urban settings.  So here she was posing for Jude for the second time. It felt different than the first time.  The first time she was too shy and a little afraid.  Her poses were stiff, uncomfortable and clumsy.  It wasn’t until the end of the session that Jude’s joking with her about posing for Playboy and how he was going to send the pictures into them, and other silliness that got her laughing.  It got her laughing and posing silly and acting out.  And she started having fun with him.

Looking at the pictures later, she realized that these last ones were the best. Jude was snapping away rapidly while she was active and laughing and moving.  There were a few where her short school skirt got caught in the movement or she opened her legs and you could see her panties.  Jude told her how exciting he found this and he explained how he would use these pictures with her panties showing to masturbate.  She thought this was silly – that a boy could get so excited just seeing her panties.  They weren’t even sexy panties, she thought.  Jude told her then that they should do more of these sexy photos when she posed for him again.  She laughed it off but as each day passed she seemed to think about it more and more.  What she would wear.  How she would pose.  How she might look sexy.  She would try out poses in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom.  She even fantasized about getting naked for him and realized that the fun part was imagining each pose as each piece of her imaginary clothing was removed.  She even got completely naked and masturbated in front of her mirror.  She found watching her pussy being rubbed close up very exciting ad she had a monster orgasm.

This time she was more comfortable right from the start.  She uninhibitedly posed in suggestive poses and she was giving him her most sultry looks.  After much internal discussion, she came wearing a short pleated shirt with skin tight bicycle shorts under that and her tiniest thong beneath the shorts.  On top she wore a white lacy bra and a white blouse that buttoned down the front.  With her patent leather shoes she was obviously going for the schoolgirl look and succeeded.  She had spent many interesting hours thinking about how she might make each of these selections appear their sexiest.

She leaned against a tree in the bright sunlight.  She looked dreamily off into the corner of the yard.  Then directly into the camera, staring lustily.  She reached up and opened a button.  Click went his camera.  Another button.  Opening the v-neck wider.  It would require one more button she thought and after letting him click away a couple of times, she opened the next button.  It was half way to her belly button and it exposed a lot of her bra.  She did it slowly and could hear the snapping of the camera as she did it.  She looked at Jude and then really looked at him.  Her eyes roamed up and down him, sending a chill through the camera lens to him.  He was already getting a bulge in his pants. She laughed and commented on it.  “You seem to be enjoying this so far,” she said.  “Are you still thinking about submitting pictures to Playboy?”  “Sure,” he said.

“Well, what if I made you promise to keep them just between us, would you promise.  That way you could have pictures to wank off to when you go away to college.”  “OK,” he said wondering exactly what she planned to do.  “And one other thing, you have to give me copies of all the pictures too.  OK?”  He agreed and she made him say “I promise.”    

Leaning against the tree she moved left and right showing off her plump mounds in side views.  Then she leaned forward almost falling out of the open blouse and backward stretching the material across her breasts.  She pulled the blouse off of one shoulder.  Click, click.  She undid the last of the buttons on her shirt looking down, then at him.  She left the blouse on over her bra but pulled it from one side to another, then hands on her hips, then one hand.  Shifting her weight and the angle. Different poses designed to excite.

Her shyness seemed to disappear as she was getting excited.  She peeked at his pants and could see his bulge.  A warmness sprang to life within her.  She lifted one leg up against the tree.  Her skirt slipped to the top of her thigh but really didn’t show much.  Click, click.  Then she shifted her leg, opening her legs to show off her blue bicycle shorts.  Click, click.  Her hands moved to the hem of her skirt and lifted it, fully exposing herself.  Putting her hand on her crotch, she was laughing while he was beginning to sweat, his hard on becoming quite noticeable.

“Do you like my shorts?  Would you like to have them?”  She stood, putting her leg down and slowly reached up to the waistband on her shorts.  Her skirt fell in a half circle in front covering most of her private area while she paused for a few seconds slightly bent forward her ass protruding behind her.  Click, click.  She quickly pulled them down the length of her legs and for a second (click) left them in a ball around her ankles.  Click.  Stepping out of them she looked right into the camera and grabbed the hem of her skirt in her hands.   With a devilish look she lifted one side to expose her entire leg right up to the top of her hip.  Just flesh no panties shown.  Then she did the other side shifting her weight so the exposed leg stuck out. 

She turned her back to Jude’s clicking and bent forward.  The skirt rose but remained just below the orbs of her bottom.  Into a crouch, looking at him over her shoulder.  Click.  She lifted her skirt up about half way up her ass.  Just flesh showing, the strap of her thong concealed inside her twin cheeks.  Click.  She posed in a number of different positions all designed to expose her rear end to the camera that Jude held.  Standing with one hand on her hip holding her skirt so that one cheek was fully exposed while she smiled looking over her shoulder.  She eventually turned back to face the camera.

As she lifted her skirt from the front, Jude became aware that she had a thong on.  He was a little disappointed and she could tell.  She asked him if he wanted to take some close ups and he agreed moving to within a couple of feet.  She lifted her skirt to expose her white thong.  Click the camera held only a foot away.  In the front, her thong was a neat triangle.  Jude had never seen past her panties and today she had decided would be his time.  She felt in complete control and liked that.  She pulled on the top of her panties bringing the triangle together into a tight strip just covering the flesh of her pussy.  And her pussy was quite fleshy since yesterday she had shaved off all of her hair for the first time.  She felt so naughty when she was shaving and knew her mother must not find out. Click.

She ran a finger along the outside of the white strip of her thong and commented to Jude that she was wet.  “Can you see?” she asked.  Click, click, click.  “OK get ready,” she moved a finger under one side of her panties and slowly pulled them to the side, showing off her unshaven pussy.  Click, click, click.  The camera seemed to be having a seizure of sorts.  She manipulated her fingers so that she was holding her panties to the side and opening her lips very slowly, spreading them wide for Jude to see.  Her legs were as far apart as they could get while she was still standing.  To open them wider, she moved onto the grass where Jude had earlier placed a blanket.  As she moved to lie on the blanket she was encouraging Jude to follow her pussy to the ground keeping him close.

“Keep taking close ups, OK,” she said, realizing that no one could recognize a close up of her pussy.  She removed her panties.  Then put her legs straight up in the air.  Click he got one of her like that.  Click, he caught one of her ass while her legs were up.  Then he was back to concentrating on her pussy while she spread her lips wide wide open.  Her clit was prominently displayed much to her pleasure (and his).  Click.  She let go of her lips and put one finger in her hole – just a little because it was tight.  “I’m really wet in there.  Do you want to smell my finger?”  He leaned forward and his face moved very close to her pussy before she stopped him with her hand on his forehead.  “What are you doing?” she protested.  “I was just going to smell it,” he said.

She pushed his head away and put her finger under his nose.  “Here smell this.  You can’t go putting your face in my crotch like that, you know.  Eeow.”  “Can I touch it?” he replied, staring at her puffy pussy.  “Maybe later.  Enough of this for now.  Get back.”  He stood not sure what she had in mind, but glad he might get a chance to “touch it” later on. 

She was feeling quite aroused by this posing and teasing and decided she should stretch it out as long as she could.  She stood up and turned her back to him.  “Can you unhook my bra,” she said, “but don’t take my shirt off.”  He put down the camera and unhooked her bra.  She slid each shoulder strap over each arm and presto off came her bra.  Her unbuttoned blouse and her pleated skirt were both loose and she was completely naked beneath.  She felt so sexy.

For the next 15 minutes she posed in the most provocative way she could think of.  Opening her blouse she posed with her hands over her breasts.  She stretched the cotton material over her breasts while leaving a space of about six inches open in the middle.  She pulled her skirt down on one side exposing her entire hip while turning sideways to the camera and looking at the lens over her shoulder.  Lying on the blanket she placed both hands between her legs wantonly touching herself.  A flash of a bare breast.  A naked shot of her pussy covered only by her hand.  Lots of clicking.

Jude was almost unbelieving that this was the girl he had known.  He was having a little bit of difficulty moving around like he wanted to because his hard on was so awkwardly trapped in his pants.  A couple of times he had to manually move it around to try unsatisfactorily for a better position.  But he had enough sense to continue to encourage her with a few well chosen encouragements.  “That’s hot, baby.  Wow.  Super, hold that for a second.  Yes that’s it.  Yes.”  He sounded enthusiastic and excited and he was.

He suggested that they do a few completely nude pictures outside here in the yard and then do some inside.  Just a few carefully selected ones.  She agreed.  “Let me pose you,” he said.  He removed her blouse and had her lie on her stomach on the blanket.  He took one while she rested on her elbows with her breasts full to the blanket but her nipples just touching the flannel.  Then had her half turn so that one hard pointed nipple was exposed.  Then he tried it from a couple of different angles – from her head with her breasts between her arms, from the side, and from the bottom of her legs.  He placed her skirt in such a way that her ass was exposed from this angle and she knew it.  “Open your legs a bit more.”  Click.

Then he told her to roll over and put her hands under her head.  Her firm breasts fell slightly to the side but remained plump as only a younger woman’s breast can.  Click.  Then on her side.  Click.  Lift one leg with the knee on the blanket.  Click.  He moved the skirt a bit and she could feel his hand graze her exposed ass.  Click.  On her back again and lift her knees.  Again with the skirt.  The grazing.  The exposing.  Click.

He put the camera down and reached up and helped her out of the skirt. Completely naked now, he had her complete one more round of poses from different angles.  He instructed her to put her hand over one breast while both were exposed.  Move her leg so that it half covered her shaved pussy.  She knew these were going to be very hot photos.  And he took a few close ups not only of her pussy and her nipple but also of her face.  For some strange reason when he was taking a close up of her face while she was completely naked it excited her and made her want to have Jude right then.

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