A lot of people fee that bondage is a part of BDSM and that it involves pain and masochism.  It doesn’t have to be that way at all.  Bondage on its own can represent a fun way to enjoy a different sort of sexual experience.

Some people enjoy the feeling of being in restraints, of having someone else in complete control, and the feeling of helplessness.  But what I enjoy most about it is the relief that the one who is tied up from trying to please the other.  Certainly most of the time, I fully enjoy mutually participative sex but I also enjoy teasing and being teased.

When you have your partner tied up, their pleasure is at your mercy and you can touch them, tease them, work their bodies as you know they like.  But denial is a part of the excitement by delaying their complete satisfaction.  Extending the foreplay. Making a night of it.

Of course, the tied up partner is often more sensitive than normal in this situation, because they cannot respond or initiate any activity, all they are left with is to feel your caresses.  Blindfolding them reduces even further the senses they can use and increases the anticipation.  This can be a good time to get out the vibrators, oils, silk, and other bedside playthings. 

Bondage can be enjoyable from both sides (IMO).  Whether you are the one doing the teasing or enjoying the ministrations, I highly recommend you give it a try.  Trusting your partner is an important aspect of the enjoyment (unless you enjoy fear) and so it’s not a first date activity.

If you or your partner have a fear of being tied up (from some childhood trauma) this can be done but getting your partner to agree to pretend to be tied up and agree to not respond or initiate contact with you.  Usually you will have to remind them once or twice during the teasing.

So give it some thought.  Discuss it with your partner.  Give it a try.  Enjoy.

I think this was originated by @chocodawg-ld and has been also completed by @olwd, @kaitlove__xx, @xxxlovelylollipop, @babieboo_Annie. I changed a few questions from female to male.

1) Ever been to a bar?  

Of course.

2) Ever been kicked out of a bar or a club? 

Yes, a strip club once for getting drunk and touching the girls.  I was running out of money, a bit tipsy, and knew if I got caught I would get thrown out but I figured I’d spend my last few dollars wisely.  No one was harmed in the making of this experience.

3) Ever been so drunk you had to be carried out of somewhere? 

No.

4) Kissed someone of the same sex? 

No.

5) Thrown up from drinking too much? 

Oh Yeah. Not in a long time though.

6) Had sex in a car? 

Yes, had full sex only once. Accidently hit the horn and attracted the cops. Saw them coming in time to exit and sit in our seats but had a difficult time explaining why I was sitting there pantless under the glare of his flashlight. Bastard made me step out of the car.

Had a girl who I routinely fingered on our way home from skiing (long ride) and drove slowly by truckers so they could see her.  Read Maria for a more detailed story.

7) Had sex in a park?

Yes but not caught. Once was camping when young couple showed up late in tent site next to me. They had sex in their tent with a light on casting a recognizable shadow in my direction while the canvas did nothing to dampen their sounds.

8) Had sex in a movie theater?

No, a little fondling though.

9) Had sex in a bathroom? 

Especially in the shower, all soapy and wet. Also in a hotel Jacuzzi.

10) Had sex at work?

Had a girlfriend who wanted to do this to me at my place of work in the worst way, so we arranged for her to come at 5:00, closed the door to my office and had sex in my chair. Lots of people still at work. I was too scared to really enjoy it as much as she did.

11) Had sex on the beach? 

Yes, but when sand gets in the way it isn’t as sexy as it sounds. Did it at night at a Caribbean resort.

12) Have you ever had a threesome?

I’ve only had MMF threesomes (4 separate times). I’m not bi-sexual but I love to see women excited and in these situations, she was the center of attention and quite excited. Still would like to do more of this as well as have a MFF threesome. The story of my first is HERE.

13) Have you ever bought something from an adult store?

Yes, lots of stuff. When I was dating younger women I would often surprise them with fun toys. 

14) Have you spent over $100.00 in one visit to the adult store?

Sure.

15) What is the most daring place you have had sex? 

I am an exhibitionist and have had sex in many public places including explicit groping in clubs, hotel rooms with shades open and lights on, etc. The most daring was on a balcony of a hotel in the Caribbean where we were being watched by other couples. I wrote a story about it HERE,

16) Have you ever bought some one a gift from and adult store? 

Yes.

17) Do your bra and panties match today?  Boxers or briefs?

Almost always boxers.

18) Do you ever go “commando”?

Yes. I once worked for a small company that got acquired by a large more formal one. We had a casual work environment – they didn’t, but one day they announced “casual Friday.” We decided to spread the word that for us it meant “commando Friday.” I was amazed at the number of women who showed up wearing no bras for a few weeks before it became old.

19) Are your breasts real? 100% real baby!  Do you like large silicon breasts?

I hate them, especially when they get hard as a rock. Large natural breasts are OK. I suppose there are a few minor implants that work but a slight sag is nice. For some reason, I find smaller breasts very hot.

20) Have you ever taken naughty pix of yourself? 

Yes.

21) Does anyone have naughty pics of you?

Yes.

If you have ever taken the drug ecstasy I would love to hear about your experience/feelings. You can respond here in the public comments or to me privately and I’ll retain your confidentiality.

I am posting this at the request of another Xangan who wishes to remain anonymous.  Please let her know what you think of her first foray into this genre.

“I’m boarding now, I’ll call when you when I land. Love you, too,” I vocalize into the small, ineffective vibrating device I carry on hand that most people refer to as their cellphone, I refer to it as my incognito device. True, it was originally designed as a cell phone, but I had found combinations of alarm and vibrating settings to be undeniable in times of inconvenient need. I keep telling myself I’ll stop doing this, keep telling myself I just need to cut down a little, but the truth is, as guilty as I feel afterwards, I can’t stop. 

I juggle my carry-on as I walk down the aisle, the only luggage I’d needed except for my briefcase, I’m always a light packer, only the essentials for business. I told myself it was a tool to help me stay focused. I watch the alpha-numeric diagrams as I pass row by row. 

“Excuse me, I’m by the window there,” I say to an overweight man on the isle of my row. He grants an apology as he manages to get himself and his belly into the aisle so I can slip my carry on into the overhead compartment, squeeze by him, and slip my ass and purse onto my seat, kicking my briefcase lightly under my seat. I put that poor thing through so much abuse. Glancing out the window I see the barrel of the engine… it’s going to be a long, loud ride home. 

Voices sound over the speaker system in a muddled mess as women with too much make up on demonstrate how the seat belts work, where the exits are, the typical routine. The engines sound and we’re moving slowly over a bumpy runway. No matter how many times I fly, the take off always makes me nervous, feeling those g’s pressing me into my seat… it’s a combination of fear and excitement. Then we’re air borne, before we know it we’ve reached our appropriate flying height and the seat belt signs turn off. I look at my watch. Only half an hour, yet I feel like the obese man is growing exponentially, fed by his attempts to strike up a conversation with me. Only seven and a half more hours to go before this red eye lands. 

“Would you like a drink,” the stewardess asks as she and the drink cart stop at my aisle. 
“Red wine please, here’s the six dollars, and could I also get a blanket, please” I reply trading paper for alcohol. 
“Yes, Ma’am.” 
“Thank you.” 
Normally I would sip at it and watch the small cityscapes pass underneath the plane, but the fat gentleman next to me is making me nervous so I down it unceremoniously and hand the glass back to the stewardess as she hands me the blanket a few minutes later. She gives the glass a funny look but keeps on about her business. 

I can feel the wine in my system, crawling through my veins like warm honey soothing the aches of travel away, lulling me to sleep. 

The garbled grinding of gears wakes me. Fearing for the engine I look out the window, but the sound is emanating from inside the cabin. I can’t believe it, the man next to me is snoring like a jammed lawnmower. Great. 

I try getting comfortable again so I can go back to sleep, but a dull ache chips away at my dreams until finally I fall fitfully back asleep under my blanket. 

The wine colors my eyes, I’m dreaming of being back home. The morning picnic my husband has promised me. We sit under an overly brilliant blue sky on a red and white checkered blanket. Red wine sloshes in our carelessly held goblets as we feed one another eggs on toast or small wedges of cheese. 

“Close your eyes and open your mouth,” he says knowing I’ll oblige. He knows I love surprises. 

“Aaw,” I giggle while shutting my eyes tight. 

Mushiness hits my tongue and my dream self spits the fruit salad out on the grass. 

“God, that stuff is awful. I hate fruit salad and you know that.” Despite my passionate rejection of the fruit salad, he is laughing hysterically at me. 

I wake up to the vibrations of the plane putting my ass to sleep. I shift positions again, annoyed with my dreams for playing tricks on me. I miss my husband, his touch, his kiss, and even his stupid pranks. The ache in me has grown to a hunger, the vibrations of the plane teasing me while I slept. I check my watch, four more hours to go. I can deal with this. I can. 

I toss and turn until finally I look over to the man beside me, still snoring, still asleep. I’m jealous. I’m too frustrated to sleep. My hand snakes its way into my lap, pressing over the seam in my slacks to the lips beneath. Just a little, no one could know. My index and ring fingers press against my smooth slacks, rubbing the outside of my lips, pushing them center while my center finger plays with my clit. 

The plane hits a pocket of turbulence, jolting me away from my hot pussy back to the plane. The fat man grunts and moves in his seat. I turn towards the window as much as I can while placing my right ankle up onto my left knee, rearranging the blanket over myself. The engines’ humming tortures me as I stroke myself through my pants softly until I’m sure the fat man is back asleep. 

I quietly unzip my purse and feel for my phone’s rubbery casing. I pull it out and turn the screen on. Scrolling to the alarm function is muscle memory at this point. Looking to the screen’s top corner I check the time and set the alarm to go off the next minute. Discreetly I slip it under the blanket and over my thigh, warming the cold hardness of it against my inner thigh and wait. 

It feels like forever though only a minute at most passes before the vibrations begin. I move the flat back of the phone against my pussy at first, feeling the focus of the vibrations over the entirety of my kitty. Before long, I need more than the vibrations, I turn the phone on its side and push it against my pants, forcing it between my lips and my fingers knead the flesh kissing it. 

It takes control to keep my breath even and my movements slight as I get closer. I glance at the window, catching the reflection of the plane’s insides, no one is watching. I let the tension build until it warms my belly and expands in pleasure as I come. I slip my phone back out from under the blanket and disarm the alarm before dropping it into my purse. 

I lay back against my chair, feeling that familiar oozing of happiness spread through me as I finally drift off to sleep again.

I am in one of my submissive sex moods.

Very susceptible to suggestion.

Won’t you please take advantage of me?

Do you think me less masculine

Because I want to serve you?

I would be glad to sit on the floor

By your feet.

My head in your lap.

Inside your lap; your legs open.

Or would you prefer to have me

Massage your back.

My hands gently rubbing your naked skin.

Servitude.  Do with me as you wish.

Use me as your boy toy.

For just today.

Tomorrow I will return to that other world

Where I will be in charge.

But for today, I am yours to do with as you please.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 1, Jan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 2, A Group Grope 

 (c) Rushmore Judd

 

 

Your body amazes me

Your smooth soft warm skin.

Your curves excite me.

Your lady parts entice me.

 

I put my cheek against your flesh

To feel the electricity between us.

My moist mouth presses warm kisses

Along the length of your form.

 

I touch you softly

Palms and fingers sensing your energy.

I worship all of your body

But relish in the response of your sensitive parts.

 

I lay you naked on our nude beach

Put suntan oil all over your body

Let the world watch as I rub lotion on your breasts

And through the thin hair of between your legs.

 

Would you mind if we drew a crowd watching

Your Tshirt over your face

My hands all over your body.

Let them watch.

 

Let them watch while you arch your back

Feeling that special tension as I pet your pussy.

Gently running my fingers through your lips

Trailing one fingertip across your clit.

 

I adjust the Tshirt

It still covers your eyes but lets you peek beneath it

Men standing in the sand also nude

All pointing at you.

 

I reach across your body and rub your shoulder and down your arm

My arm brushes across your nipple.

I repeat this a number of times.

Your hardened nipple bends and pops with each passing glance.

 

I take a little more oil and drip it on each nipple.

I use just one finger on each to rub it in

Around in circles.

You moan as the men move closer

 

I ask the men to create an opening where the sun can come in

And shine warmth on your body.

They gladly oblige

One asks if he can take pictures.

“OK” I say.

 

More men join the crowd

And a woman is allowed to move to the front.

My fingers are working on your nipples

You lift one leg in response.

 

Placing my hand on your inner thigh

I push it back down

And move your legs apart

I begin to spread oil over your lower torso

And upper legs.

 

You are moaning regularly now

As I slide my hand between your swollen lips

My finger moves up and down your slit

From clitoris to the opening of your pussy.

 

The men move closer.

The picture taker takes close ups of my hand

Flicking your clit

As you arch and moan.

 

A man asks if he can masturbate his come on you.

The men have been exceptionally quiet.

“OK” I say

They all move closer

 

You lift the Tshirt to see better

And there are men all around

Holding their cocks and

Jacking off

 

I move my finger lower to your opening

As you replace the Tshirt.

I press my finger against the ridges of your opening

Rimming the orifice

Pulling it open.

 

A man asks if he can lie between your legs

And eat your pussy

“OK” I say.

He jumps down and lays his nude body between your legs.

 

You see his long blonde hair

And caught parts of his young nude body

But never saw his face

Which is now engulfing your pussy.

 

I turn my attention to your breasts

Moving around to straddle your head

Leaving more room for the masturbators

Your naked body fully exposed to them.

 

The man eating you is voracious

Licking his saliva all over your labia

Hid hand presses against your ass

Lifting it

 

His tongue finds your clit and

He takes your little nub into his mouth

You feel his lips tighten around it

And he begins to suck on it

 

Rhythmically sucking your clit.

His lips ride up and down.

His fingers have penetrated you

They push deep inside you.

 

Your hands reach down and grab his mane

Fistfuls of blonde curls to hold him tight

And let him know

How much you love the sweetness of his kiss.

 

Your stomach is splashed in warm semen

You hear many of the men grunting

And become aware of your own lust filled noises.

You are loud because nobody cares.

 

More splashing semen

A new man dives down in the sand

To suck your toes and rub your feet

My hands are press and cup your breasts.

 

It is hard for you to concentrate on any of these

Just the blonde young man continues to massage your clit

In his mouth

And run his fingers quickly in and out of you

 

You feel his fingers slide through your opening

His lips jacking off your swollen clit

Fingers hitting something inside you

You grasp and pull his hair

Semen hotly raining on you

 

As you fall over the edge

Arching twisting

Held helpless by my thighs on your head

Blonde head on your center

A man pulling on your legs.

 

You scream again, exploding.

I remove the tshirt from your eyes

As you watch a thick crowd of men still

Masturbating over your naked body.

 

Your blonde hero soaked in your juices

Lifts his head and smiles.

You wonder how a boy so young could get so good.

“Let’s take our young blonde man home” I said.

“OK,” you whisper.

 

 

 

There is not a sound except that

Of the flickering candle.

Quiet, calm, cozy.

 

You lie on the bed

Your naked back displays its

Slopes and curves.

 

I tell you to relax, receive, enjoy.

Receive this gift of hands in celebration

Of who you are.

 

My strong hands begin the massage

On your shoulders and neck

A gentle massage.

Soft kneading; smooth gliding.

 

Down your back I rub.

Then up again

Smoothing soothing strokes around your edges.

 

Swift soft caresses down the middle of your back

Across the broad muscles of your buttock.

 

Touching the backs of your thighs.

One hand along the length of each leg.

I move slowly.

You feel each of your nerves awake as I pass.

 

Kneeling between your legs now

My thick hairy thighs press against

The inside of yours.

 

Massaging each of your legs.

Two hands on one leg

Moving up so that the edge of my hand

Penetrates your intimate space.

 

Just grazing that warm moist space.

Just touching it.

Feeling a drop of your moisture.

 

Moving higher

I push my palms against the roundness of your rump.

Thumbs work their way between your mounds.

Tips passing through your crack.

 

I lower my mouth and kiss the small of your back

And each dimple beside it.

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

 

It’s time for you to turn over.

I place my hands on your forehead and brush your face

Ensuring that you close your eyes.  Relax.

 

I kiss your cheeks

As I cradle your head.

The roughness from my beard

Scrapes your sensitive skin

Softly.

The heat from my breathe

Fondles your ears.

The feathery hair on my chest

Tickles your breasts.

 

I want to make love to you

With my hands and my mouth.

To watch you enjoy it.

I want to revel in your pleasure.

 

I stroke your shoulders lowering

My lips to your nipples

Sucking on each

 

My fingers trace below

Your waist.

Reaching between your legs,

Petting your wisp covered bush.

 

My face draws lower

My mouth joins my fingers.

Wet lips. Licking tongue. Hot breath.

Surrounding your nether region.

 

Fingers penetrate crevices and holes.

Poking.  Prodding.  Awakening unknown places.

Feeling you up and down.

 

I hear your hard breathing.

I sense your muscles tense.

 

Rocking with you

My hand rocking pushing you

Fingers buried deep inside you.

My mouth covers your lips

My lips uncovers my tongue

My tongue moves around your clit

 

Do you like that word?

Clit

Do you like me to suck your clit?

Do you want me to tickle your clit?

I want to tease your clit

To wet it

To rub it so gently

And so quickly.

Your clit.

My tongue.

 

I will suck it.

I will lick it.

Let me kiss it first

With tight lips surrounding it.

 

Your clit.

 

Until you arch for me

Cum for me

 

Pushing fingers in deeper

Finding your g-spot.

Rubbing the very edges of your g-spot.

My fingers fucking you

Faster and faster.

My mouth sucking your hard stiff clitoris

 

Cum for me now

As I suck on your clit

And rub the edges of your g-spot.

 

Cum

Cum hard for me

Let me hear you scream.

 

I feel you clit throb and your pussy pulse

I hear your gasping scream

I love to feel your orgasm.

 

I want to make you cum again.

I want to make you cum again.

Can I?

Can I service you again?

Can I?

 

So I know you are not done yet.

As I lift your legs

Placing your knees over my shoulders

I feel your breath relaxing.

 

Lifting you see my face dripping

With your own juices

My hands reach around and under your thighs

My hands find their way to your breasts.

 

They fill my hands as I squeeze them slightly

My hands slide up surrounding each of your hand nipples.

Holding one I lick the nipple around its rim

Feeling each bump against my tongue.

 

My body continues to move up slowly

Bringing your legs with me.

You feel my torso

Pressing the back of your thighs.

You feel your ass lifting.

You feel your sex

Is open to me as it has never been before

When you are alone.

Spread, lifted, wet and dripping.

Wanting my manhood to fill your cavity.

 

You gasp as I slide into you

Like two puzzle pieces we fit

My cock is buried inside of you.

We’re one.

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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