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Ages 18 to 28. It seems no where is separation between the haves and the have-nots any greater. I know a lot of young people who are either in a relationship or who have had practically no significant relationship. I believe that by the late 20′s this separation goes away and while some still have more success with the opposite sex, the difference is much smaller. But for many in their late teens and early twenties it seems a chasm exists.
I think for boys it is a issue of women wanting older (more experienced and more mature) men. Pity the young man who struggles with a frail frame, acne or simply the lack of confidence associated with virginity. Men at this age are also often lost in terms of a career, a good paying job, and a sense of direction.
For women I think the issue is more often associated with self esteem, the perfect body, and associated feelings of inadequacy. But again there seems to be a large number of women with virtually no social relationships. Pity the young woman who is slightly overweight or underweight or who doesn’t drink alcohol.
I see so many young people yearning for meaningful relationships, it makes me wonder if our society just does a poor job of providing ways to meet. Or is it about the expectations we set? What do you think?

Do you think girls are having sex at an earlier age than in past generations? I’ve heard that girls are experiencing puberty earlier and certainly they are exposed to more sex oriented material in commercials, on TV etc. than ever before. What do you think?

Chapter 1, Brie

She knows me well. She knows all my fantasies. And she enjoys playing to them. It’s as though she really believes I deserve to have a good time. (Funny, she doesn’t feel that way about herself.) But she loves to entertain me and excite me.

She introduced me to her friend, Brie. Brie grew up in Europe and was only twenty two at the time. Brie seemed so worldly, yet was really so young and innocent. Not in her European ways but in her lack of sexual experience and the depth of her exploration. Willing to explore but still too honest with her boyfriend for her own good.

Kris and I were in our late thirties. It happened in stages. Kris asked her if she knew how to give a good blowjob. Kris bragged to her about her technique. She tried to explain it to her but suggested that Brie watch how she did it until the protesting young lady finally agreed to watch. So Kris went down on me while another woman watched. It was thrilling. Kris did give great blowjobs using her hand in synchronization with her lips. Brie was entranced watching. Her eyes were riveted to the action at my crotch. I think she was afraid to make eye contact with me. Her legs were crossed and the top one rocked rhythmically. She squeezed them tightly when I exploded over Kris’s face. Kris’s eyes looked over at Brie and she smiled while the milky white stuff ran down her cheeks.

The image of that encounter haunted me for the next few weeks until I saw the two of them again. I spent those weeks in a constant state of excitement fantasizing about what might happen the next time. Brie seemed to enjoy herself and I felt she might be up for more.

The next time they were in a hurry. Actually, Kris was in a hurry and after an hour of beers and dirty talk, she had to go. It was a hot summer day and I had taken off my shirt when Kris offered to rub my sore neck. Brie was wearing a thin cotton dress with a blue and white pattern on it. I convinced Brie to stay and Kris gave me a wink as she left.

I didn’t have any air conditioning. All the windows were open and the shades were. The house was removed from the road a bit and surrounded by trees so it usually stayed cool. But today there wasn’t much of a breeze and the air hung heavy.

“Do you mind if I take off my pants?” I said. After some brief objections and counter objections she agreed and off they came. I was wearing a pair of black cotton briefs that were rather shear when viewed closely and that hugged tightly against the sack of my balls showing off my growing hardon.

“Maybe I should leave”, she said. When I asked why, she responded by saying that she was getting excited.

“What’s wrong with that,” I asked. And our by-play continued with her talking about her boyfriend and me telling her that I would not touch her but that there was nothing wrong with her getting excited just watching me. She agreed since she seemed to be getting more excited by the moment.

I offered her a drink, stood up and walked to the kitchen, letting her view my tight buns. She was watching and I thought it’s great to find a woman that appreciates looking. It seems so many don’t. Or don’t admit to it. When I returned from the kitchen and handed her the drink, I remained standing in front of her. I engaged her in a conversation about whether these briefs flattered me. I asked her if she noticed that you could see right through the dark fabric.

Soon I was trying on all my various styles of underwear for her. Leaving her in the living room while I would change into a variety of different pairs in the bedroom. Then prancing out for her. I had quite a few different styles and it became a private fashion show that made her nipples visible on the peeks of her freshly grown breasts. As she watched me rather eagerly with her eyes, she squirmed into different lounging positions on my couch. My now engorged cock fit differently into each set of underwear and some shorts it didn’t really fit in to at all. The stiff rod often had to be pushed to the side as it strained to straighten itself. She had made up her mind that it was OK for her to watch me and I could tell she was enjoying the show.

“How do these look?” I would ask.

“Tight!” she responded staring straight at my outlined package.

“Do they flatter my ass?” I turned around and sometimes bent over.

“The last ones were better.” Smiling at me.

I put on some music and began dancing. I was flipping the tip of my cock in and out the top of my briefs in rhythm to the music. My hips rocking to the funky beat. I’d circle around and show off my baby tight buns. There was no pretense about what was going on now. We were both caught up in the sheer sexual excitement of the moment. Me, dancing sensually for her and her eagerly drinking in the entire view with her eyes.

I disappeared into the bedroom as if to change. Instead I stripped completely and carried a full sized pillow in front of me. I danced holding the pillow against the front of my hips. Pressing my cock into it with the rhythm of the beat, I began to get very excited. Too excited. I paused and calmed down. I know my limits and I had to take a break.

“Are you enjoying the show?” I sat down in the chair perpendicular to her with the pillow on my lap covering my stiff rod.

“You dance beautifully. No really you have great rhythm and you move so sensually. It’s quite exciting to watch you.”

“Would you like me to remove the pillow while I sit here for a while.”

“OK. If you don’t mind, I mean.” She was so cute and naïve I thought. I removed the pillow and my cock was at full attention. I opened my legs to give her a good view.

“Would you mind if I masturbated in front of you,” I asked. She didn’t reply and I began to slowly rub my cock. Her eyes were wide as though she had never watched a man do this before.

“Maybe we should stop. I’m not sure my boyfriend would like this.”

“It’s just watching. You’re not doing anything. It’s just like you were watching an R rated movie or peeking across an apartment courtyard and seeing something go on….And if you want I will lend you my vibrator so that you can go into the bathroom alone and comfort your itch. Watch me masturbate and then after go into the bathroom after or if she wanted she could use it while she watched me.”

“Afterwards,” she said. She already knew that she would have to cum soon.

I quit rubbing my cock and got up and danced to the music using the pillow. I was rubbing its cotton coolness up and down my cock to the beat of the music and letting the tip show itself above the edge of the pillow. I got into the sensuality of the music, the dance and sensations of the pillow’s softness against my stiff hard rod. It didn’t take too long before I was hip hugging the arm of the couch she sat on. With one leg on the couch and the other on the floor, I pushed my cock frantically through the pillow in plain view of her staring eyes only inches away. She watched in a trance as my cum spurt out from the pillow and shot across the room. Wow, she said and she clapped admiringly.

Before she left, she went into the bathroom, having asked for my vibrator, and hummed away with the sound of running water in the background. I enjoyed listening outside the door to her muffled murmuring even though I was so recently spent. It didn’t take her long to orgasm and I crept away quietly from the door, returning to the living room, pretending not to have listened.

Chapter 2, Kris Returns to Lead the Seduction

It was weeks before I saw them again, but throughout that time, in hot phone calls with Kris, I informed her of all the details of that afternoon. On each call she begged me for more detail to where the story became a bit embellished as I told her about every movement of my hips and every squirt of my cum.

When they did return, they looked beautiful. I was sure Kris made sure they were particularly looking sexy for me. She told me on the phone that she and Brie were going to tease me even more this next time. I knew she had some interest in Brie herself. She used to complement Brie on her large full firm breasts and today they were popping out cleavage in a low cut filmy flower dress she wore. Kris had on tight white shorts that pressed open the crease in her lips and a halter top that was loose fitting at her midriff. It looked like there was no bra underneath it.

Today Kris had the whole afternoon open. After some lustful talk about the afternoon with Brie and I, she had me show her how I danced for Brie. She told me to dance in front of Brie again but soon I was dancing in front of both of them as they sat on the couch. I stripped off my clothes in rhythm to the music, using my hands to create long flowing strokes along my body, getting into the sexuality of the dance as my nakedness progressed. By the time I was just in my underwear, another pair of tight fitting briefs – this time flesh colored – the outline of my long cock was easily visible running from bottom to the very top with a slight rightward slant.

Kris got up and joined me when her favorite dance song came on. I complained that she was fully clothed although I could see her obvious nipples through her halter top. When I touched her, she reminded me that she had promised Brie that they would just tease me. (This was so Brie could feel that she wasn’t cheating on her boyfriend!) Although what I did with myself was pretty much up to me, Kris said.

Kris led us both to my large bedroom where Kris told me to lie on the floor. She stripped off her clothes while she straddled me. Her loose fitting top made it easy to see her breasts. Brie laid out on her stomach on my queen sized bed, her head perched at the foot while she watched. Kris continued to strip while she danced above my waist. She continued dancing for me in her black lacy panties. She squatted over my face and pulled the crotch of her panties aside to reveal her fully shaved pussy. She let me touch her legs while she moved around, up and down over my face, twisting and turning her hips to the music.

After a few songs, she asked me to dance again for the girls and moved to the bed. As Brie was righting herself, Kris suggested that she take off her dress so it wouldn’t get wrinkled with a wink to Brie and a “now, behave yourself” to me. They both knew it would drive me crazy and they knew they could trust me to stay inbounds. When I became crazy, however, I could talk any woman into anything. Whether it is the wisdom of my logic, the masculinity of my stiff cock, or the childlike pleading in my voice that was so convincing. I’ve never known but I’ve always had a lot of success in crossing people’s boundaries.

Brie took off her dress and revealed a flame red bra to match her French cut red panties. Both were rather sheer with some sort of lacy patterns in them.

“You have gorgeous breasts, Brie,” Kris commented. “I wish mine were as large and firm. What do you think?” she asked me. She had wonderfully perky bulbous breasts. Soon they were engaged in a comparison discussion both agreeing to the obvious endowment that Brie had been blessed with. I agreed as well. Kris seemed to be genuine in her adoration and void of jealousy. Her hands moved under and held Brie’s breasts displaying them in their bra. She held them as only flesh can be held, feeling their weight as she gently bobbed them up and down.

She reminded me I was supposed to be dancing for Brie and I gladly got up and still in my tight jockey style underwear, pranced in front of the two of them. I was enjoying looking at Brie’s graceful figure and I could see a dark patch in the crotch of her panties. As I danced Kris whispered things in Brie’s ear while her hands playfully touched her sides, her arms and ran across her hips. Kris was in position to make a move as Brie was warming up to my erotic movements. While I was playing my hands across my chest, and giving the two of them flashes of my ass and cock, Kris’s hands continued to roam over Brie. Brie appeared passive to Kris’s attention watching me. Not returning anything. But Kris became more persistent, cuddling closer to her their almost naked bodies touching and Kris’s hands caressing her as she whispered in her ear.

Eventually Brie began to moan. Her eyes closed as I took a seat on the bed next to her legs. Kris gently took both her hands and rolled Brie onto her back. Somewhere as they cuddled she had unhooked Brie’s bra and she massaged her way around the edges of Brie’s breasts before she slipped it off as she moved her hands across her rock hard nipples. I was happy just to see Brie’s beautiful naked breasts as I watched Kris attend to them in a comforting way. Kris looked at me as she handled Brie’s breast.

Brie had large brown areolas with tough little nubs that were hardened up around her fantastically protruding nipple. Soon my hands gently touched one of her legs and rubbed up and down along her calf. It was a test to see if she would resist but Brie seemed to be lost in the enjoyment of it all. Kris’s hands were all over her, and I gradually became more aggressive using tow hands and reaching farther up her legs. At times Kris and I worked in unison and at other times moving from different directions to the same place. With all of our hands roaming over her body, Brie never felt her panties coming off. Soon though she began to open her legs to let my hands move more generously over her legs. Eventually Kris’s hands moved through the light hair of in region of her pussy. Brie became startled when she realized she was completely naked and Kris decided a break was in order. We slowed our pace and in a few minutes stopped.

We stopped to gather ourselves together but we knew with Brie’s passive consent and acceptance that we would likely have an opportunity to return to excite her body. Brie was unsure. We talked and in the calm of the moment convinced her that if she just passively received she would not be cheating on her boyfriend. Her body, I knew was aching for more and I had that logical charm on my side. Together with Kris we began to convince her to give up this boundary. As we talked we slowly began to renew our rubbing and Brie’s nods were replaced with silence and intermittent moans as we instructed her to just relax.

This time she knew she was naked and had agreed to let us do whatever we wanted to her. With four hands rubbing her, it didn’t take long to get Brie’s engine running again. She lay on her back with her eyes closed, no longer in control of what was happening to her body. When Kris began to rub her fingers up and down along Brie’s slit, her body writhed in a lustful movement wanting Kris’s fingers to stay longer on her clit. I moved up along side her taking the opposite side from Kris. We both began to kiss her simultaneously. First, I whispered in her ear to just receive. I spoke about a Tantric experience. Then turning my lips next to her ear I gave her a hot breathy kiss. At the same time, Kris began to kiss her on her stomach. Then me around her neck and Kris on the wet hair surrounding her sweet slit.

My hands were pushing her breasts together and pushing the flesh in various ways while my lips traced across her colorful hard button-like nipples. Kris worked between her legs with her hands and her tongue. She used her mouth slowly on and off her clit while her hands spread her open. I watched Kris while my lips sucked on first one tit then the other. I shifted my body a bit and found inadvertently I had moved my underwear covered member onto Brie’s open palm as her arm lay passively at her side. I changed my gaze so that I was looking into Brie’s face just as she began to explode into orgasm after immediate orgasm. She was shaking and I pressed my face to hers hugging her naked upper torso while Kris relentlessly kept pushing orgasms out of her.

Brie was a screamer. She was loud, like wake-the-neighbors, loud. But of course there were no neighbors to hear her, so I told her to let it go and be as loud as she wanted. “Let go, give in, feel it all over,” I whispered in her ear while she seemed lost in a parallel universe somewhere. But she was hugging me back with her one free arm and beginning to sob. Then she opened her arm and fell back across the large bed, fully spent. She reminded me more of a man in the after moments of a complete sexual release. I removed my groin from Brie’s hand. Kris looked at me. Her smiling mouth was covered in Brie’s juices. Our play was done for today. And it made me feel very powerful and sexy to see what havoc Kris and I had wrought.

Chapter 3, A Plan

The next time we met, Kris had a plan. Brie in her naiveté had told her boyfriend about our last encounter. Geez. Just because I told her that receiving broke no rules, that didn’t mean her boyfriend would buy that argument. What makes sense in the heat of lust, doesn’t always seem logical to someone who wasn’t there. It made me wonder if she also told him how she had the greatest orgasm of her life under the skilled hands, lips, and tongues of Kris and I. The boyfriend didn’t seem as upset about Kris and he was about my presence and particularly my touching of her.

So Kris had a plan. She needed a plan to get Brie to agree to come to my house again. She promised her boyfriend that she would not let the same thing happen again. So this time would have to be different rather than being a continuation of what happened the last time.

My bedroom had a queen size mattress covered in a light summer covering. Next to the foot of the bed was a chair with a short straight back and low padded arms. The bed was an understated classic brass design with short columns and two low rails for a headboard. At the foot of the bed there were no rails – just the posts – and this made the chair easily visible from the bed.

Kris had me strip to my shorts and then she tied me into the chair with cloth and Velcro restraints that she brought. She tied my wrists to the braces between the legs and my ankles were fastened to the front legs. She had also placed a restraint around my neck and tied it to the back of the chair. Not tightly. It was comfortable but it restricted my face from moving forward very far. Brie was stretched out on the bed with her feet toward me. I don’t think she could see my cock from there but I had a perfect angle up her legs to her white panties.

Kris proceeded to strip off her top, revealing her rose colored nipples and her small but full melons. For some reason I love small breasts. She rolled the palm of one hand over both breasts while she stared seductively into my eyes. Her eyes told me she was already hot. She turned her back to me and slowly pulled off her shorts, having to refit her black lacy panties after she slid her shorts down her legs, giving me a clear shot at the beginning of everything as she bent over. She looked at Brie mischievously while she wiggled her ass in front of me. She was a perfect ass and I enjoyed it when she was standing as much as when she was bent over.

She took advantage of the neck restraint to slide her flesh up and down an invisible wall less than an inch from my forward leaning face. Her nipples scraping my nose. The restraints allowed me very little movement. She rubbed her pussy and her tits against all my exposed areas. With her back to me, she rubbed the crack of her ass up and down along my lap and whatever it was that was growing in my lap. My shorts constrained my member from jumping up and poking her. In fact, they were really uncomfortably pinned in an unnatural direction adding stimulation to my frustration.

She wriggled and rubbed and pressed herself against me. She seemed to be using me to provide excitement to her own special places. Rubbing her cunt along my thighs and my tethered arms; her breasts and nipples against my chest and the side of my face. She went into my top dresser draw and pulled out my scissors. Returning to the chair, she quickly and expertly cut my shorts along both sides and had them off of me in seconds. My cock was standing straight up in the air now, its flesh bulging and large veins seemly to push outside the main mast of maleness.

Kris grabbed my cock and pointed it’s mushroom capped head toward Brie, who by now was leaning over the edge of the bed to better watch the action. Kris moved her torso in between my legs and squeezed my cock between her breasts. She tried to tit fuck me while I was sitting. I lifted my ass into the air as much as I could to roll them in that lovely space. When she thought I was getting too excited she stopped touching me and played with herself in front of me. I found it frustrating when she moved away but I calmed myself knowing this whole excitement would continue.

She asked Brie to try to give me a tit fuck. “With all the extra flesh you have it should be easier,” Kris said, “but don’t let him cum.”

Brie agreed to do it and she lifted her dress up over her head. Her magnificent young body naked accept for her white thong panties. She knelt in between my legs. It was the first time she touched me on her initiative except for when we said hello and goodbye and hugged. Her breasts felt wonderful. Young and perky and resilient. Her skin smooth; firm and soft at the same time. I could feel her hard nipples and they made contact along the skin of my abdomen and especially when I pitched my hips a lot and felt her nipples touch my balls. But after a couple of thrusts she backed away.

“He looks too sensitive to touch,” Kris chirped in, “maybe we need to just put on a show for him for while. Come over here next to me on the bed, Young Thing. Let me teach you how to really tease a man.”

They embraced in the middle of the bed, both on their knees, face to face, ear to ear while Kris whispered in Brie’s ear. They were both in just their panties. Soon they turned toward me and as they did Kris got behind Brie. Hands appeared from behind her and started to move up and down her sides. Brie wiggled with the music and the tender hands moved across her stomach and up together to cup her nude breasts. The hands gently massaged each breast. Kris’s hands continued to graze Brie’s nipples until they looked like olive pits. Hard and tight.

Soon she began to sensually remove Brie’s white thong. Teasing me as she pulled them down below her hair line to her knees while putting her own hand in front of Brie’s pussy and keeping it there hiding it from my view temporarily. Brie had her eyes closed as Kris’s hands explored her body. Kris massaged her pussy, her fingers trailing through her fine hair, her palm pressing her mound, while I watched. Occasionally Brie would open her eyes to see me staring at her body with a hardon that I couldn’t hide. She was definitely getting wet and so was Kris who leered at me from behind Brie and was enjoying every minute of her teasing.

Kris turned Brie sideways laying her down on the bed, flat on her back and pulled her panties off completely. She began kissing her shoulder then down to her breasts and lower still. She nuzzled her head in between Brie’s legs. At first Brie weakly resisted but she quickly yielded to the soft folds of Kris’s hair as she gently swayed it over the tops of her legs. I could tell that Brie loved the touch of Kris’s tongue in between her legs. Soon she had her legs spread wide open as Kris hungrily lapped at her. I watched as she used long wide-tongue laps to run up and down the lips of her pussy. She then began kissing all different parts of her pussy lips and in along her slit.

Brie was moaning, tossing her head from side to side, she seemed totally unaware that I was there. Kris’s head moved slower and as she began to focus on one area, Brie’s legs began to tighten against the sides of her head, blocking my view. She had her knees up, her hands in Kris’ hair and her head tilted back when her orgasm started. Kris continued to lick and kiss and such, spurred on by Brie’s positive reactions. Brie orgasmed for a long time and eventually her legs relaxed and as they did, I saw Kris give me the happiest smile looking right into my eyes.

As Brie lay spent and exhausted, I realized that Kris enjoyed her experience with Brie at least as much as she seemed to enjoy her time with me. I was feeling a little overlooked when, Kris got off the bed, gave me one of her sex stirring looks. She came directly over to the chair, spread her legs, pulled her black panties to one side and lowered her wet pussy onto my cock slowly. Placing her arms on the back of the chair, she stroked up and down a few times slowly. I was embarrassed by how quickly I came. It took less than a few minutes of stoking before my cock spurted its sticky juice inside her slippery tunnel. Kris, while aware of my coming cock, seemed lost in her own special place as she willed herself to come with me. She kissed me when she was done. Brie was lazily watching from the bed and I wanted to kiss her too.

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   She was a very successful executive, living in the hills of Barcelona now for the past six months.  She was living here for just one year as part of an accelerated management program the company had created to develop potential global leaders of the future.  Her spacious apartment looked out over a beautiful view toward the harbor and the main city.  It was a beautiful place, for sure, and she enjoyed the Spanish lifestyle.  But living in a foreign country could be a little hard on one’s love life and while she spoke the language fluently, she had yet to meet anyone she was serious about.

   She did have a game she played, however, with a couple of voyeurs.  When she arrived in Spain and saw this apartment, she quickly bought a telescope and a pair of binoculars to enjoy the view, of course.  After a couple of days of scanning the sky and the horizon, she found herself scanning the collection of apartment buildings below her.  She was caught by a man behind a telescope doing the spying directly at her.  At first she put the binoculars down but soon decided if he was staring she could too.  She picked up the binoculars again and focussed them on his window.  He was still staring directly at her and once he realized she had locked on him, he backed up from the telescope and bowed to her, then gave her a little wave.  She didn’t respond but at this distance she could see that he had a broad grin on his face.  He did a little dance shaking his hips and his arms opened his hands in a pleading motion.  She wasn’t sure if he was asking her to dance or if he was asking if she wanted him to dance.  She just continued to stare wondering what he would do next.

   He was a handsome dark haired man who looked to be about 30 with a well proportioned body.  As she stared, he began to dance slowly to an unheard rhythm, rotating his hips.  In fact, the dance appeared to be all exaggerated hip and arm movements.  His legs never moved which made it easy to keep the binoculars focussed.  In a very smooth motion, he slowly removed his Tshirt and continued dancing in just his tan shorts.  He was clearly putting on this show for her, and she found it more amusing than titillating, but it engaged her nonetheless.  Soon he stopped his dancing and peered through his telescope at her as though awaiting her response. 

   She wasn’t sure how comfortable she felt in giving him a show.  Perhaps it was that she thought others might see, because she did like to show off once in a while.  Perhaps it was that he knew she was in on the show.  Most of her exhibition had been done under the guise that she didn’t know the other person was looking even though she always did.  When she showed off it was always in a discreet way. 

   She was standing in front of the full length front window looking through her binoculars.  She was wearing a black blouse buttoned down the front and black slacks to match.  She grazed her free hand from her stomach up lightly across her one of her breasts.  The movement was almost unconscious and innocent enough, but he responded as though she was onstage at a strip club, giving her a rousing ovation.  She let out a laugh.  And then she decided to open the buttons of her blouse exposing her black bra against her pink skin.  She did this quickly and only let him look for a quick second before she put down the glasses and left the room. 

   When she returned she brought back her folding “Directors” chair.  This made the sitting much more comfortable while she watched him dance.  As he danced for her he got more and more into it, stripping off his shorts, stroking himself over his shorts and eventually rubbing his cock which was stretched out the top of his jockey shorts.  She sat back and enjoyed watching him.

   That was a month ago.  The next few times she did her peeking in the dark, and canvassed the whole landscape.  She found one other peeper who was off to one side and could see best into her room on the left side of her window.  She guessed that there was another women who gave them shows in her building since the two of them were often training their eyes that way.  Once she caught her dancing friend dancing and fully exposing himself for some unknown viewer.  But more interestingly he spent quite a bit of time just staring into his telescope fully nude, playing with himself.  This got her quite excited and she decided she would join the game the next time.  On progressive sessions she flirted with him.  She would touch herself and enjoyed playing with her breasts while he watched.  Taking off her clothes to expose her underwear, she would rub her white panties making sure not to move too much, so he could clearly see her with his high powered telescope.  Often she would put down her binoculars and take turns watching with him.  He would go further than her.  He usually wound up squirting his load while she had yet to remove her panties.

   Tonight she was prepared to go all the way.  In fact, she had been looking forward to another session for a few days now, thinking about it all day at work, running home and looking for him with no luck.  As the days wore on, her anticipation grew and she had created many different ways to respond to him.  But tonight he was home.  She flew through the door and ran to the window without putting the lights on and she could see his lights on.  He wasn’t at his window but she knew he would be checking, so she turned on the lights and began to settle in.

   She removed her business suit, blouse, shoes, and stockings.  She was looking out her window periodically to see if he was watching yet but he wasn’t.  She stood in front of her open window and rook off her bra slowly with no one watching and then her panties.  It could be awhile, he must be eating or have guests, she thought.  So she went to her bedroom and threw on her sleepwear which was a while Tshirt and panties to match.  She left her earrings and necklace on.  Patience she thought but she was feeling like this was going to happen sometime tonight and she was excited thinking about it.

 

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It took about an hour before he showed up at the window.  She immediately pulled her panties down around her thighs as a signal to him and she could feel the juice between her legs.  He spotted her and made it clear he was alone and ready. 

   She turned on her CD player and began to dance to the music.  Her panties still around her thigh, she wiggled and thrust to the sound of the music.  She put the glasses down on the table.  Both of her hands ran along all sides of her Tshirt.  She cupped her breasts and the movement of the Tshirt caused it to lift a bit, exposing the bottom of her clean shaven pussy.  She shaved it fully bare just a few days ago and touched it up again in this mornings shower.  She grabbed each side of her panties and ran them down her legs and then back up and into their rightful place in her crotch.  She pulled them up higher so that the white cotton fabric pressed hard against the flesh of her pussy.  She couldn’t see him too well with her binoculars off, but she could see he was watching.  He was sitting, staring into his the lens of his telescope – she could see that.  But she wondered what he was looking at since the telescope may not allow him to look at all of her.

   She turned around and retrieved her glasses but quickly slipped her Tshirt.  Armed with her binoculars, naked except for her white cotton panties, she turned the chair around and with one kneeling knee, took a careful look at him, signaling it was his turn as well.

   He stood back from his telescope, got on his knees, and pleaded with her to continue.  He made a series of motions with his hands to indicate that he wanted to watch her continue.  He went over to the seat where he was sitting and stood next to the lamp, looked at her and pleading one more time before he turned off the light.  There was still enough light for her to see him move into his seat.

   She put the glasses back down.  And started to dance but she moved very slowly and in a small area.  She turned around and leaning on the chair, she flashed her white clad buns right in his direction.  She reached around and pulled the edges of her panties together, bunching them up in her crack.  She wiggled it around slowly, giving him ample time to adjust his viewer.  Then she stood up and turned around.  Standing for a moment she slowly moved her hands down from breasts toward her panties.  Sliding them off, she thought he would have trouble focusing on one area since her she was lifting her legs.  She immediately knew what would work best.

   She was already feeling very hot and she knew if she sat in a certain way that he could focus on her pussy while she played with it.  She sat completely naked in the chair and began to rub her pussy.  She put one leg up and opened her legs, and then spread eagled her pussy lips with the fingers of both hands so he could focus.  She fiddled a bit with her clit while continuing the spread eagle.  She felt like her juices were just going to run right out of her gaping hole.  She had done this before in front of a mirror and so she knew how to get the best effect on both her vagina and her clit.  Now that someone was watching her, she was even hotter than when she masturbated in front of the mirror.

   She knew he was looking at her pussy and she released the outer lips and ran a finger over her pussy.  As she did this, she began to look around the landscape to see if anyone else was looking.  The lights were now out in the apartment window closest to her.  It was on earlier but the shades were pulled.  The residents appeared to be a newly married couple who was very conscious about their privacy.  Her heart raced as she thought of others watching her.  He fingers worked their way inside of her.  She knew she was ready to come and she could imagine him watching her close up as though his face was right between her legs.

   Her finger moved in and out and as it came out it carried her juices.  The bottom of her finger lubricated her clit and her finger rolled along her clit and into her slippery opening, reaching in as far as one finger would go.  Deep and then out and along her clit again.  As he watched, she came lifting her hips as she did. 

 

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Disclaimer:  I found these photos on the web and if anyone knows who they belong to please direct them my way.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “Eww,” she complained instinctively. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is part 2 of a 3 part series.  Part 1 can be found HERE.

Mike
and Rebecca went upstairs to the master bedroom next to Jeannette’s room.  With their clothes still on, they cuddled
together on the king size bed and soon Mike was asleep.  Rebecca, however, merely dozed and continually
awoke to see Mike next to her, to smell his masculine odors, feel his warmth,
and remember how his face contorted with glee as she brought him to
orgasm.  She remembered how his hard
stiff member felt in her hand.  How he
told her what to do and how he responded to her strokes.  Her excitement and his closeness kept her up
falling in and out of erotic dreams.  In
one dream she couldn’t remember she thinks she might have orgasmed
herself.  Her panties and pants were as
wet as she had ever been.

 Eventually,
as if some survival instinct took over she rolled over, away from his body and
fell into a deep sleep.  It was late
morning when Jeannette finally came into the room.  She was still wearing her long t-shirt style nightie
(and nothing else!).  She crawled unto
Rebecca’s side of the huge bed.  She
crawled quietly so as to not wake both of them. 
She gazed at Rebecca all huddled up in her clothes.  She was truly a beautiful girl and you didn’t
have to be a boy to appreciate that.  To
think that she might still be a virgin, as Jeannette suspected, was
unbelievable.  Jeannette remembered
secretly listening and watching the two of them last night and every indicator
pointed to the fact that, at 21, Rebecca had NO experience with boys.  At 19, Jeannette had already had 3 boys – 1
being in his mid 20’s – and considered that she had a pretty broad experience
with them.

 She
felt sorry for her poor inexperienced cousin. 
Not only because she had so little experience but based on what she saw
last night, she had yet to receive any satisfaction with Mike.  Seeing her fully dressed merely confirmed her
suspicions. 

 “Psst.  Psst. 
Wake up sleepy head,” she whispered. 
She brushed her long silky brown hair off of Rebecca’s cheek.  Her fingertips glided along her smooth skin
and across her sensitive ear.  A smile
came across Rebecca’s face and Jeannette thought it was giving off light.  Jeannette leaned forward and kissed her.  It was not a sisterly kiss.  It was directly on Rebecca’s full pink moist
lips.  It wasn’t a long kiss but it
wasn’t a peck either.  It was enough to
send a chill through Jeannette.  A
tingling shiver that ran right into that place between her legs.

 Jeannette
was a bit surprised herself at the energy in the kiss and not sure if Rebecca
felt it too, she decided to go for another. 
This time her lips lingered, softly caressing her cousins still lips
until they responded to her.  Lips to
sweet lips with an energy that was hot.  
Jeannette had experienced the pleasure of another woman’s charms.  She and her best fiend in high school used to
teach each other about sex.  They
experimented with all phases.  They
kissed a lot.  They touched and rubbed
and brought each other to orgasms.  They
suckled each other and gave each other oral pleasures.  They even tried a vibrator but Jeannette
enjoyed the soft warm personal touches to that of any mechanical device.  She knew she wasn’t gay and she went on to
have three boyfriends but she also knew that there was pleasure in sex with
another woman too. 

 She
had not intended to come on to Rebecca when she came into the room but after
these initial kisses, her desire to continue with her beautiful cousin was
unmistakable.  She cradled Rebecca’s head
with her hands and closing her eyes, kissed her again.  This was a deep long lingering kiss that
Rebecca seemed glad to return. 
Jeannette’s fingers dove deeply into Rebecca’s hair, pulling her mouth
and face closer.  Gripping her head,
kissing her, Jeannette could feel her passion stirring.  She could sense Rebecca’s passion stirring as
well and she moved her body into a closer position, so that her breasts were
pressed against her and their legs were intertwined.  Her lips moved off of Rebecca’s and they
touched her cheek, then her neck and up to her ear.  Quickly kissing with soft lips around her
face, occasionally lingering here or there to spread some warmth.

 Rebecca’s
breathing became noticeably louder, and Jeannette caressed her shoulders,
rubbed her back, quickly unsnapping her bra, hugging the curvaceous form of her
cousin.  Jeannette pressed their bodies
together, moving her legs inside Rebecca’s. 
Pushing her thigh into Rebecca’s crotch and feeling her warmth.  Encouraged by this Jeannette began to
unbutton Rebecca’s blouse, switching her eyes from Rebecca’s face to a rather
demure glance at her own hands and down into Rebecca’s wonderful cleavage.  Rebecca looked a little stunned as though she
had no idea where this was going but Jeannette could tell that this little virgin
was enjoying it too much to stop. 

 Her
blouse unbuttoned, Jeannette pulled the material out of her pants and opened
both side panels fully exposing her pale soft smooth skin.  Her hands felt Rebecca’s warm flesh and found
their way to her bra covered breasts. 
With the bra already unhooked, it was relatively easy for Jeannette to
pop it off of Rebecca’s firm and full breasts. 
Her hand caressed the breast first by feeling its fullness, its
roundness, squeezing it gently.  Then her
fingers skimmed over her nipple and circled her sensitive areola.  Rebecca moaned and her body stirred with
Jeannette’s manipulations.  As Jeannette
continued, she again kissed Rebecca’s now moaning mouth. 

 Jeannette
was finding her cousin the most exciting woman she had ever been with – not
that there had been that many.  Her
moaning and the steady shifting of her body ignited her desires.  Rebecca’s breasts were so exciting to
hold.  They had a firmness and fullness
and softness that her own seemed to lack. 
Jeannette just loved the way that Rebecca’s nipple stiffened under her
touch and she could feel all the bumps around her elongated nipple tighten and
bloom.  She loved her lips and the way
she shyly but unmistakably was returning her kisses.  So soft, so gentle, so feminine. 

 Rebecca
was unwillingly moving her body.  Her
legs were running back and forth between Jeannette’s and her torso was slowly
moving from side to side.  This movement
woke Mike, who unaware of what was going on behind him, stretched and loudly
yawned.  His hands clasped together and
stretched over his head pulling his back and legs into a straight
position.  Jeannette’s kissing and
touching continued persistently.  When he
turned on his back and saw the two girls entangled, it was like being hit with
a cold pan of water.  His senses immediately
came to alert.  A little shocked, he
froze.

 “The
bathroom is over there, Mike,” said Jeannette. 
“Why don’t you use it and then return and join us.  Or at least watch us.”  And she returned to kissing and caressing
Rebecca.  Mike was frozen for a few
minutes.  He could feel his cock growing
but it was terribly uncomfortable in the tightness of his pants.  How did Jeannette know that about him, he
thought?  Soon he got up and went into
the bathroom, taking more time than he wanted but he had to calm down a little
before he could pee and that took him a while.

 When
he returned, Jeannette had removed Rebecca’s shirt and bra entirely.  She had worked her way down her body and was
kissing her stomach while unzipping the fly of her pants.  Mike also noticed that in the movement of
sliding down Rebecca’s body, Jeannette’s nightie had crawled up her torso
exposing her rounded ass.  Happy New
Year! thought Mike and a huge smile crossed his face.  He had no idea what was going to happen but
was thanking his lucky stars for this very moment.   Seeing Rebecca’s breasts and Jeannette’s ass
was pretty good alone but they were also going at it and he was certainly
enjoying that scene. 

 “You’re
just going to have to take your own clothes off, Mike.  That is, if you want to,” Jeannette said a
bit sarcastically.  By now she was
pulling Rebecca’s pants down over her hips along with her white cotton
panties.  Her mouth tasted each newly
exposed piece of Rebecca’s flesh. 
Rebecca reached over and took a pillow and put it over her face.  Like an ostrich it gave her a sense of not
being seen or not being present as her clothes were being removed leaving her
naked on the bed.  Mike’s reaction time
was clearly being affected by his inability to take his eyes off of the
wonderful unveiling in front of him, but he clumsily tore off his clothes.

 Jeannette
worked her mouth in between Rebecca’s legs and was slowly licking her swollen
lips.  She started very gently and very
slowly, forcing Rebecca to move her hips as a demand for more contact.  Jeannette obliged and worked her tongue in
between her lips into the fold of her slit, 
Up and down her wet soft tongue moved coming just below her enlarged
clitoral limb and just around the outside of her vaginal opening.  Her tongue rimmed her opening but did not
penetrate.  Rebecca could feel her tongue
stretching the muscle at the edge. 
Rebecca could also feel hands on her breasts, followed by a warm breath
and a wet kiss right on her nipple as Mike joined in. 

 Mike
kept his eyes open watching the way that Jeannette teased and played her tongue
around a large part of Rebecca’s genitals. 
He sucked on the perfect hard nipple before him while he watched.  Jeannette worked her tongue around Rebecca’s
clitoris, slowly, gently.  Rebecca’s
pussy was not shaved as many of the women her age did these days.  Her fine hair was a bit coarser down there
but still rather silky.  Mike was amazed
at how well he could see her slit and clitoris and pussy.  Perhaps it was because Jeannette had
moisturized it with her tongue.  Perhaps
because her lips were swollen with excitement and it parted like the Red Sea.  But Mike was enjoying his
view.  He realized that all of his
experience to date had occurred at night, in darkness, or at best with the
light from a candle.  Here in the bright
glow of daylight, mysteries were being revealed to him.

 Jeannette
continued her persistent lapping around Rebecca’s clitoris while she inserted
two fingers just inside her virginal opening. 
Slowly she pushed her fingers inside looking to see if her cherry was
still intact.  Meanwhile Rebecca was
beginning to cum.  She had mistaken
sessions of wet moisture generating excitement with actual orgasms.  It was not until this very moment that she
realized she had never experienced the real power of an orgasm.  She moaned very loudly as everyone began to
give it to her.  Mike’s slurped on her
nipple pulling on the hard nub and letting it go repeatedly.  Jeannette licked and lapped at her clit,
around it, over it, under it, moving as quickly as her tongue could.  Her fingers penetrating deeper and rubbing
inside where her G spot might be. 
Jeannette found no cherry to block her way and reached deeper.  Rebecca gasped and cried out and sobbed as
the multiple assaults on her sensitive parts overwhelmed her.

 “Stop
it!  Stop it!” she screamed and Mike
thought she might actually be upset.  She
put her hands on Jeannette’s head and pushed. 
Jeannette removed her mouth but for just a second until Rebecca stopped
pushing and dove back in for another smooch to the area of her clit.  Rebecca wriggled away and the pillow came off
of her face.  “I need a moment,” she
said. 

 “That’s
the attitude cuz” kidded Jeannette because in a minute you are going to have to
let Mike fuck that pretty pussy of yours. 
Can you wait one minute, Mike?” 

 “I
don’t know,” he said.  “Just look at
me!”  He thrust his hips forward proudly displaying
his rigid member.  It did look stretched
to its limit but the smile on Mike’s face told the women he would wait.

Part 3 can be found HERE.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “That’s
OK,” he replied lamely. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “I
love it.” 

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

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

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

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

 “Here?” 

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

 “Here?”

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

 “Is
this what you like?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part 2 can be found HERE.

First there are different levels of CyberSex depending on
what technology you have.  There are
various chat facilities which also provide voice transmission (or phones may be
used) as well as webcams. Sometimes it is best to start slow and progress
through each of these various stages getting more intimate and daring as you
go.  It is usually a good practice to
keep your real identity hidden until you become more familiar with the other
person.

I think a key to making it work is finding out what excites the other person,
what they hope to get out of it, and how well suited you are for addressing
their needs. And vice versa, of course. For example, you may get off on
listening to a man’s grunting and masturbating on the phone or you may prefer
to watch him stroke it or neither of these might be your cup of tea but you
might prefer to be told a story with a particularly nasty fetish. So exploring
these turn-ons with your partner is both fun and important to achieving your
desired result. 

Most people think of cybersex as texting back and forth and
in the interactive conversation getting each person more and more turned
on.  This does work and can be very hot
but is most effective if the two parties already know each other or if at least
one participant is very experienced and a skilled sexual communicator.  In the early stages of getting to know
someone this can be a hit or miss proposition and the pressure of trying to get
the other person turned on can frustrate your own desires.  Sometimes this leads to one partner getting
their satisfaction and the other going unsatisfied.  Some of this one-sidedness is OK but really
good CyberSex is committed to both partners satisfaction.

So here are a few ideas beyond texting that might help you
develop and understanding of the other person sexual preferences while enjoying
yourself too.

If you both share a similar interest in watching porn you can engage in
simultaneous watching on sites like redtube.com.  Show him your favorite videos and let him show
you his.  Watch them together and it can
be fun to share a running commentary about the simulcast show.  As you watch you can share what you find hot
about it, what ideas and feelings it stirs in you.  With limited pressure to create fantasies or
conversations from scratch, this can provide good insight into what turns each
of you on.

You may engage in a similar joint adventure with an erotic story.  I know mine have been used this way (and with
excellent results, I’m told).  Reading
together can have a similar effect to watching a video, especially if you find
a story that you both enjoy. 
Occasionally interrupt the reading and comment on anything you find
particularly arousing. 

This can also be done viewing pictures
simultaneously.  You can take any of
these activities and have one or two partners prepare ahead of time (which can
be a stimulating warm up).  For example,
before you meet you each have an assignment to find 15 minutes worth of video
that you think the other person will like.

All of these simultaneous activities can be enhanced with
the use of a phone or VOIP (voice over IP) technology.  Verbal communication is generally much faster
and more interactive than texting and the subtle moans and verbal expressions
can be a turn on.  Finally having a
headset frees your hands which you might find better uses for.

Speaking of phones, for those who really enjoy listening to
an orgasm, one trick can be to end your play with a redial to your partner who
lets your voice go into voice mail where your orgasm can be caught on tape and
listened to over and over again at any time night or day.  (A security note about phones: understand the
implications of the other person having caller ID.)

Another activity includes personal pictures can be taken and
shared.  And if one likes to be
submissive or dominant then instructions on how and where the picture should be
taken might occur.
 
Using a webcam which can be purchased for as little as $75 (perhaps even less
today) will introduce a whole new dimension into CyberSexing and a lot of other
possibilities. With a webcam you can actually watch your partner disrobe, play
with themselves and reach a happy ending.  I personally prefer it when my partner is shy
and needs to be coaxed into displaying their charms.  If you are shy and uncertain about how far
you are willing to go then be honest to those feelings.  You could start by modeling your sexy
clothes, for example, and changing off camera. 

If you swing the other way toward the bold, perhaps you
should take on challenging dares from one another like daring to open the
blinds while you are dressed in only your underwear.  Or walking past an open window wrapped in a
towel.  Maybe your partner would like to
see close ups. 

If you turn the screen off on your computer but leave your
computer on with the camera running, you can create a voyeuristic view of your
home and the activity within for others. 
This can be especially effective if your computer is located in your
bedroom and you want to share your experience with a partner or friend with
others without your partner knowing it.

Involving your real (versus cyber) partner can also be a
variation for a threesome or more.  The
technology is just arriving that allows multiple cameras to conference on one session
and this can be fun particularly for those who like to perform for a
crowd. 

In addition to our most exhibitionist and voyeuristic fantasies,
CyberSex can be used to play out other fantasies like Domination and Submission
where one person directs the activity of the other, telling them what to do,
how long to do it and when to stop.  I’ve
known some Masters who specialize in directing the activities of couples and
this can help to spice up a potentially routine marriage or long term
relationship.

In short, CyberSex is a technology enabled way of exploring
many of our deepest fantasies under cover of a secret identity and without the complication
of physical presence.  Creating an
identity that is that is impenetrable helps to free the spirit and includes
having email, messenger, phone numbers, etc. that are all secure.  It is safe sex in the strictest sense.  Whether CyberSex is fantasy or cheating is a
discussion I will leave to another time.

Chapter 1 can be found here.

Chapter 2

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Chapter 3

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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