Chapter 1

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

Click here to go to Chapter 2

 

 

 

Chapter 1 is found here

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

  

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

“What’s that?”

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

 

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

 

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

Saturday visits to my house had become very special occasions for Sophie.  It was summer and my house was set back from the road with a large lawn spread out in front.  I had hired a teen age boy to mow the lawn.  And although I got more than I bargained for, so did he.  Brian was 18, just finishing his senior year at the local high school.  He was a very handsome kid with wavy blond hair.  He stood about 6’2” and weighed about 185 – not quite fully filled out yet.  He had broad shoulders and a thin but muscular body.  Put together with his striking facial features, he was born to be a lady killer.

 

But he was incredibly shy.  When he first showed up we both tried to engage him in conversation.  About going off to Boston College next year.  About what he was interested in.  Music.  It was all very difficult and he was obviously uncomfortable with it.  Of course, it may not have helped that Sophie was so attractive.  At 30 she was confident of her smoldering dark Greek looks and her ample feminine features.  She had long black wavy hair that added to the overall curves of her 38D breasts and her rounded hips.  She worked out to keep her muscles firm and her weight down successfully although she was a woman who looked like she was born to spread into a Rubenesque beauty.

 

It would take Brian about 2 hours to mow the lawn which was enough time for us to do some fooling around in the bedroom.  The master bedroom was located in the front of the house and the house had a front hallway that ran along the front wall of the house by another bedroom and bath into the living room.  I used to tease Sophie with thoughts of Brian and she responded gratefully.  I would whisper into her ear while we were making love about how we should seduce him and call him in to join us and have him fuck her.  Or rather have her fuck him.  Sophie liked to be teased and I liked to tease her.  She enjoyed the thoughts I planted in her mind about the shy young virginal boy.  Brian, I think, knew what we were up to in the bedroom from the first day while he was out mowing the lawn.  And soon it became a feature of every Saturday.

 

One day I suggested that she go to the kitchen (which is off the living room) and get us some drinks.  We were both naked and I told her not to put any clothes on while she tip toed past the windows in the hall.  She did. “Did he see you?”  “I don’t know she said I didn’t look out.”   She was dripping wet with excitement at the idea that he might have seen her.  We quickly began to find all sorts of excuses for her to travel the hall.  Going to the bathroom.  Taking a shower.  Trips to the kitchen.  I peeked out the bedroom window and Brian was frequently looking over toward the house.  Sophie was thrilled to hear the news but she didn’t want to lead him on so she insisted that she not look over at him and acknowledge that she knew he was watching.  And she resisted my suggestions that she stand near the window and masturbate in front of him, although she loved to think about it.  Instead I would make her masturbate standing up in front of me while I watched her and told her fantasies about Brian.

 

It was the best of all worlds for me because she was a great lover when she was properly excited and I had no fear or jealousy about Brian even if he did wind up screwing her (and I told Sophie this too).  The day that she took her shower I left the bedroom curtains open and when she returned to the bedroom I had her dry herself in front of the window.  She refused to turn toward the open window but turned sideways lifting her legs onto the bed.  It was a bright sunny day and the sunlight light up the room through the window.  As she finished I went over to her and embraced her looking out the window as I did.  Brian was barely moving the mower and he had his face pointed toward the window.  He was 100 yards or so from the house.  I told Sophie that I could see his cock straining in the front of his pants.

 

After another orgasm in the bed (she was frequently having 2 or 3 separate ones on Saturdays) I told her we would show her off right in front of Brian when he came in to get paid.  We practiced in the bedroom with her silk robe.  Sitting so that it would fall open when she crossed her legs.  She had nothing else on beside the robe and from the side there was, at times, a clear view of her large creamy breasts with her tightly wrinkled rose cherries pointing outward.  At other times when she leaned back the silk material encased every detail of her breasts and proudly displayed their shape, form, buoyancy, and state of excitation. 

 

When Brian did come in, Sophie had moved to the living room (where the front door opened into), I asked him if he would like a drink and invited him in.  He was all sweated up from the heat.  His white T-shirt clung closely to his muscular chest.   As Sophia told him to sit down, gesturing to a chair near hers, I noticed she was staring at his crotch. His cock was lying sideways and slightly up and easily noticeable in his tight jeans.  He had a man sized cock for sure.  I found the largest glass I could and took my time in bringing the juice to him.  When I returned, Sophie had uncrossed her legs and was sitting leaning forward so they were slightly apart.  She was trying to engage him in conversation.  I quickly left the room without explanation, knowing he would wait until I paid him before he left.

 

Sophie was animated and kept moving her legs eventually crossing them as she stretched her arm over the back of the couch and leaned back.  I was watching from behind the kitchen door through the slight crack of its slightly ajar hinged side.  When she leaned back I could see that her nipples were at full attention.  They were very large perky nipples which Brian seemed to be quietly absorbing.  His head was leaning forward as though his mussed and flowing blond trusses could hide his roving eyes.  “Mowing must be very hard work,” Sophie said.  “Have you been working all day?”  He explained that he had done a few houses before ours but that ours was the last.  “You’re all sweaty,” she said.  “I know what we can do for that.”  And without any explanation she got up out of the couch, spreading her legs as she did, probably giving him a quick view into her naked crevices and headed for the bathroom.  Poor Brian already had his eyes lowered since he was having a hard time looking into Sophie’s eyes as they talked.  I could see a visible gulp.

 

She returned quickly with a tepid washcloth and a bucket of warm water.  (This was strictly her idea.)  Sitting on the arm of his chair she said, “Here let’s take off that T-shirt.”  When he was slow to react she grabbed the bottom edges gave a slight pull and said. “Do you mind if I take it off for you?”  She slowly pulled if it out of his pants and up to his chest.  Telling him to raise his arms she removed it in one quick sweep.  She took the cloth and began with his face, putting one hand behind his head to cradle it, the other rubbing down across his features.  First one side of his face, then the other.  She slowly ran the cloth down and around his neck.  Her cradling arm moved around his shoulders and as she refreshed the cloth her breasts pressed against his arm.  She was practically cuddling him now as she ran the cloth over the front of his chest.  Her body was so close to him.  His cock pushing up straight trying to get out of his pants.  She liked the close-up she was getting of his cock and seeing it she was encouraged to continue. 

 

She washed his front slowly and took her time.  His eyes were half closed enjoying the cloth but he was probably more focused on the continual brushes of her breasts against his arm and torso and the stabbing of her nipples against him as she washed him.  She stood up and instructed him to move forward just a bit in his chair and then she sat down on the front his legs while she reached behind to wash his back.  Her legs were spread wide open as they faced the chair and I’m sure her pussy was exposed.  It looked like Brian was pretending to fall asleep or become so relaxed that his head began to fall forward.  Sophie told him to rest his forehead against her shoulder.  Brian may have been a bit overwhelmed by all that was going on but he was obeying her suggestions without hesitation.  Getting an eyeful of her open legs with his head there, I thought.

 

 “You like it, don’t you,” said Sophie in a very gentle voice.  Slowly stoking his back and broad shoulders and neck with the wet cloth, she could hear his breathing getting louder.   He barely muttered a reply to her question as if he were far away.  She told him to lean back into the chair and refreshed the cloth and started on his almost hairless chest.  She noticed his nipples were tight and hard as she followed the bands of his muscles across is chest with the cloth.  She looked down between them and saw her own open exposed legs and his very large slightly twisted cock straining in his pants and immediately she seemed to feel hot moisture flooding the entrance to her pussy.  It was almost as though seeing herself exposed was as exciting as seeing his cock.  The idea of opening her naked legs to this young virgin boy-man was driving her wild.  So close and yet he was so docile lying under her as she wiped his face, tilting it back while she did his neck.  He was becoming relaxed and responsive to the suggestions of her hands.  When she leaned him forward to get his back again his head naturally disappeared into her neck.  She thought now was the time to go for it.

 

“Do you want me to give you a complete sponge bath?” she asked and suddenly he became flustered.  He picked up his head, stammered and said no, he would have to be getting home.  She looked at his face and caught the blood rushing into it as he blushed.  She gave his chin a gentle wipe with the cloth and looked into his eyes.   “Well if it’s hot next week, we’ll do it!”  she said quietly, giving him no options to question.  OK, he said somewhat relieved that she didn’t push it right now.  He was alert now beginning to tense up again, aware of the situation, too aware.  She got off his lap and watched while he struggled to get up with his hard member resisting the repositioning.  She almost laughed.  Soon he would be gone but there was next Saturday to plot what we believed would be the downfall of this likely virgin.

Chapter 2 is found here

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

Ellen heard the announcement and it made her jump.  She quickly downed the rest of her drink as though the half a glass of tequila would help her through this.  Seemingly from out of no where two other girls joined her in the march to dressing room.  Every guy focused on the girls and as Ellen weaved her way between the tightly packed tables she felt her ass brush up against some of the boys.  She didn’t think it was accidental.  A few made comments either to her or to the other members of their tables about her.  She couldn’t make any of the comments out over the music but she could sense the leering lusty attitudes of all the guys.  After all, they were all heated up from watching the regular girls.  She wondered how many hardons there were in the audience. 

 

Stepping into the dressing room she was amazed at how nice if seemed.  There was a row of chairs facing mirrors with a couple of couches on the opposite wall.  There was even a sink.  It was a long narrow room and at the far end there were a few steps that led to a small platform with a curtain to the stage.  She looked at the other two amateurs.  She was surprised that she had not seen them before but then she was distracted by the twins show.  They were both fairly good looking and they both looked very nervous.  She asked them if they had ever done this before and both said no.  They introduced themselves as they waited for the manager. 

 

When the manager arrived he wasted little time.  Each girl would have three songs.  Start fully dressed and get down to your underwear by the end of the first song; bra off for the second song; and everything off in the last song.  Rough guidelines he said.  Does anyone want to back out?  The three girls looked at each other but said nothing.  The manger: you get to keep your tips and the most popular girl wins $250 and comes out for one additional set of three songs.  The guys are not allowed to touch you except to put a dollar in your garter.  Absolutely no touching above the garter.  You may touch them, but if they touch you and you allow it you will be disqualified.  Also, no masturbating on the stage.  You may touch your tits and put your hand on your pussy but no penetration and no rubbing your clit.  Any questions?  A silent pause.  Good luck.  Then he left.

 

There was a moment of confusion when the girls decided what order they would go in.  Ellen wound up last.  She was kind of glad because it gave her more time but then she wondered if she would get more nervous.  She was watching through the open curtain to the stage.  The first girl was dark, Mediterranean looking and voluptuous without being over weight.  The boys responded well to her and cheered when she took off her bra exposing her large plump breasts.  She was awkward though.  Not really a good dancer. And she left a lot of tips in the audience when she finished.  She didn’t seem to have the ability to move around quickly and pick up the money. 

 

Soon it was the second girl’s chance and she was so nervous that she was shaking.  She stayed positioned at the back side of the stage up against the full wall mirror that covered the back of the stage.  She was wearing a blouse that buttoned down the front and she would slowly open each button and dancing in between.  She was ignoring the guys sitting at the rail who were holding dollars for her.  By the end of the first song she had opened all of the buttons of her blouse and had flashed a few times but had taken nothing off. 

 

As the second song began the crowd began to encourage her.  A chorus of ‘take it off’ started softly and grew in volume and intensity.  For some reason Ellen found this very exciting.  That all of these guys men and boys wanted to see a naked woman.  But the girl on stage continued to tease.  She opened her blouse and held her bra covered breasts in her hands.  She swayed to the music.  The chant continued and as she opened the belt to her jeans and undid the top button, it seemed like everyone in the place was chanting.  Take it off.  Suddenly Ellen realized that the girl looked terrified and as the chanting continued it seemed to make her feel more scared.  She stopped and just stood there for a moment with her blouse open and the top of her jeans undone. 

 

A moan came from the audience and the chant began again but more insistently.  The girl suddenly broke into tears and ran off the stage almost falling down the stairs into the dressing room.  She slumped into one of the couches and sobbed.  Ellen went over put her arms around her comforting her.  “I just can’t do it,” she said.  Outside the dressing room you could hear another chant rising.  “We want tits.  We want tits.”  The DJ tried to calm them down and announced that the next girl was ready, “so let’s welcome “L” to the stage.  It was Ellen’s turn and there was no turning back.

 

She marched out on to the stage in a deliberate strut.  The chant gave way to an overwhelming cheer.  She strutted around the perimeter of the stage looking down at each of the guys seated at the edge of the stage.  She loved the cheers and the response the boys were giving her.  She moved to the center and swayed her hips deliberately with the music, pounding them to each side.  More cheers and she could see the money being raised up for her.  She marched over to one end of the semicircle where a young man about 22 had a dollar raised in her direction.  She turned around right in front of him and bent over so he could clearly see her black panties from behind. Then turning back toward him she reached out taking his money and dipping her breasts in close to him.

 

She started moving down the line, squatting in front of one man, opening her legs to the next, letting one put his dollar into her garter while she stared down at him, his eyes fixated on her panties.  When she got to the middle she turned her back to the audience and began to remove her tube top.  A few whistles went up and she changed her mind.  She turned back to the audience and with her hands on her hips she bumped a few rhythms with her hips.  Afraid that they might have a repeat the crowd quickly went into chant mode: take it off.  Ellen crossed her arms in front of her, grabbing the bottom of her tank top and lifted it over her head in one swift movement.  A cheer went up.

 

Ellen realized she had them eating out of her hand.  That they liked what they saw.  It gave her a warm feeling all over and made her pussy run with her juices.  She looked over to Adam’s table and while looking from Adam to Zeke to Jimmy, she slipped her thumbs inside the elastic waistband and lowered her skirt to the floor.  Each was encouraging her and she could tell from the lustful look in their eyes that they were all hard.  That was exciting she thought. 

 

Now in her black panties, see though black bra and garter she moved to the opposite end of the circle and started to collect her tips.  She primarily just put her leg out and let the guys put the dollar into her garter.  Moving down the line from guy to guy each seemed to be willing to contribute.  As she stood over them she would look lustfully into each boy’s eyes and touch herself somewhere for them.  Sometimes she would hold her breast in one hand.  Sometimes she would run her finger over her nipple.  Sometimes she would run her hand all around her hip and across her belly.  And sometimes she would place her hand over her black panties and run it slowly up while she looked deeply into their eyes.  The boys were touching her leg and many were caressing it a little.   She liked their touches and once she deliberately moved the garter higher up on her leg from a position of mid thigh to a position much closer to her panties.

 

She could feel the crowd getting closer.  Men came up behind those sitting at the stage and offered their dollars in between those who were seated.  Ellen was beginning to get very turned on.  Her insecurities about how she would do had melted away even as her dancing gave way to some sort of sexual movement around the edge of the stage.  Her legs were even shaking a bit.  She stepped back from the edge for a minute and removed her high heels.  Her legs were still shaking and she knew it was from being excited.  Could there be anything hotter than to be surrounded by a bunch of men who all desired her.  She knew she would be naked in front of all of them soon and she thought she almost couldn’t wait to have an orgasm.

 

The song ended.  She was amazed how long a song it was.  But that was her cue to disappear back behind the curtain to remove her bra. The girl from before was still there and seemed to be calm.  “How are you doing?”  “Oh I’m fine now.  Boy you sure have them eating out of your hand.  You are making me hot watching you.”

 

Her bra was off now and the next song had started.  The crowd was chanting, “We want ‘L’.”  She came back onto stage with her naked breasts held and covered by her hands.  She slowly walked around the edge of the stage looking at all the men who had gathered there. You could almost see their tongues hanging out.  She went to her favorite young man.  He was handsome and seemed completely in lust with her.  She knelt in front of him and took her hands off of her breasts reaching for his hand.  She held his hand for a moment in a very tender way and she removed the dollar between his fingers.  Then she quickly put the bill under her garter and returned her hands to her breasts.  She looked around for next most popular man and repeated this action a few times.

 

Then she returned to the middle of the stage, let her breasts hang free for everyone to see and danced.  Then stopped dancing and rubbed her hands up along her sides continuing until she reached her breasts.  She lifted each of her tiny breasts and brought her hands across her nipples.  Her nipples which were set in small reddish brown areolas were tight and taut.  That they were hard could be seen by people at the far end of the bar.  Her tits weren’t much but when her nipples got hard boy did they stand out.  And the guys loved them. They cheered and whistled as she touched them.  It felt good to Ellen to touch them and so she stood there for a few minutes looking into the audience and touching her naked nipples while they whooped and hollered at her. 

 

She saw Adam and he was smiling and hooting with everyone else.  She turned her back on the audience and slipped her panties down revealing her tiny g string.  Off course there wasn’t much to reveal of the g string from the back and her cute little ass was now fully exposed.  She moved closer to the mirror a bit and leaned into it bending her ass toward the audience.  Steadying herself with one hand on the mirror she took the other hand and traced a line from her ass to her clit.  Only a few could see her finger touch her clit in the mirror but she did it mostly for herself anyway.  A couple of traces, then back to collecting money.

 

She realized that there was too much money to collect.  Too many men holding too many dollars.  Almost all the spaces between the seated men were now filled with other guys from the table trying to get her attention.  She spotted Zeke.  How could you miss his enormous frame towering over a young man seated in front of him?  Ellen walked over to where he was took his dollar and thrusting her hips at him with her legs slightly apart, she traced her finger along the front of her g string.  She looked at him but he was only looking wide eyed at her fingertip as it spread her swollen lips under the cover of her tiny cloth patch.

 

People where trying to get her attention and she spotted one man holding up a $10 bill.  She quickly left Zeke to his imaginings and walked quite deliberately over to the seated man with the big bill.  First she rubbed her breasts and her nipples.  She took the bill from him and then sat down on the floor in front of him and spread her legs before him.  She took her g string in her hand and moved it aside to show him her clean shaven pussy.  He liked that so much he actually threw another ten dollars at her!

 

Ellen decided that she would simply operate from the floor for a while.  By rolling over she could move herself a few seats over and she started to work the collection this way.  She would spread her legs and let the boy reach up under her garter while she squeezed and played with her naked nipples.  Some of the boys were getting a bit daring in their touches but with the extra crowd around and her lying on the stage, she was sure the manager or the DJ couldn’t see what was going on.

 

The song ended and she stood up again.  It was time to remove her g string.  Her garter belt was packed with singles and so she emptied that out as well.  As she moved to the middle of the stage, she noticed the other girl was watching her intently from the open curtain to the dressing room.  She moved over to her, “Do you want to take this off for me,” Ellen asked her.  “Yes,” she replied breathlessly.  “Then come out here and do it.”  When she came onto the stage there was a smattering of boos and hisses.  But Ellen whispered something in her ear and then stood forward facing the audience.  The girl got in behind her bent down so her face was near Ellen’s ass.  For a moment it looked like she was hiding behind Ellen.  Then her hands reached around in front and from Ellen’s hips began rolling the g string off of her. 

 

The crowd went wild. They loved the idea.  And Ellen just defiantly stood and looked at her audience.  Lots of talking back and forth between them.  The girl was slowly pulling the g string off.  (It was a bit moist after all.  Soaking would be more accurate.)  The crowd cheered again as Ellen stepped out of it.  The girl behind her stood up and Ellen turned to her, thanked her and then surprised everyone by kissing her fully on the lip.  The crowd erupted again. My god, thought Ellen, I am so excited.  She turned around again as the girl left the stage.  It seemed as though every man in the place was trying to get at the stage.  She calmly looked them over gazing from one end to the other while she stood there stark naked in front of them.  Inside her heart was pounding and her knees were weak.

 

She looked over to her rich man and sure enough he was holding another ten.  That’s where I will start. She walked over to him wearing only her garter belt and put her hand on her pussy.  She slowly ran her hand up over her pussy.  She could feel how smooth it was from its afternoon shaving.  She stood right in front of him and with both hands she separated her pussy lips for him.  He dropped the ten at her feet and put another new one in his hand.  Ellen moved her fingertips up and down moving the skin around her clit without actually touching it.  She wondered if he knew how good it felt to her.  He dropped the second ten and pulled out another one. 

 

She knelt in front of him, and then sat back on her legs.  The crowd hid her from the staring eyes of the manager.  She took her garter belt and opened it for the man’s ten dollar bill and in doing so deliberately rode the garter up even higher.  It was now as high as it could go, the band right up against her crotch.  She had one section lifted as if telling him to slip it in under there.  Then she moved the opening.  She moved it from the top of her leg to the inside of her leg.  His hand took the ten and placed it under the band of her garter.  His fingers grazed her lips and lightly touched her clit.  She continued to show him some patience opening her legs just a little more for him and he slowly pushed his finger down her slit and into her wet hole.  There were only a small group of people who could see what he did because of the angle but they screamed in excitement and Ellen realized she might be getting into trouble.

 

She rose up, adjusted her garter to the original mid thigh position and while she was picking up her money, Mr. Rich dropped a grateful twenty, smiled at her and smelt his finger.  She again started moving around the rim collecting all the money before the music ran out.  She just placed her leg in between the boys and she had many hands putting the money into her garter.  While she did this she continued to look at the donors as she held her breast, played with her nipple or placed her hand on her pussy.  She was so wet, she almost thought of just giving in to the temptation to let the boys have their fun with her body but she could see now that the manager was straining himself to see what was happening.  All the hoopla had made him suspicious that Ellen was giving out more than she should.

 

So she kept moving from one group of hands to the next, touching herself as she went.  It was easy for her to look lustful because she had a desire like she had never felt before.  She was dizzy with the odor of lustful men wanting her.  And she was thrilled that they wanted her.  It was a high for her.  Very good for her ego.  At the same time she wanted to be used.  Her mind was wondering when she could orgasm as her hand went to her pussy again and she looked into the eyes of an older man who gave her a twenty.  She let him slip it into her garter just as the last song ended. Quickly Ellen picked up her clothes and money and left the stage after a quick bow. 

 

The crowd was still cheering when she entered the dressing room.  The girl had been watching her from the steps and backed up as Ellen came in.  She put an arm around Ellen and kissed her neck.  “Sit with me,” she whispered to Ellen.  Ellen saw that there were two other regular girls in the dressing room sitting at makeup tables.  She followed the other girl to a couch where the girl sat down and instructed Ellen to sit on her lap.  When she did the girl kissed her and put her fingers in between her legs.  Ellen thought what the hell, even though she had never been with a woman before and she spread her legs, reached down and started playing with her clit.  As she did this the other girl put her slid her fingers inside of Ellen’s soaking pussy and found her g spot.  She attacked it with two fingers while Ellen played with her own clit.

 

The two regular girls looked on through their mirrors well aware of what was going on.  “Amateurs!” one said huffily to the other.  Ellen didn’t care.  She was kissing this strange girl and rubbing her clit and feeling her fingers inside of her and coming.  And coming.  An explosive orgasm that was interrupted by the manager entering the dressing room.  Following him was the first Mediterranean girl.  He stopped a bit startled at what he saw and as soon as he understood what was happening he just watch as the girls finished.  When Ellen looked at him he had a big shit eating grin on his face.  “Liked that, did you?  Maybe you’d like to work here.  You can get off every night with one of the girls if you like.”

 

He turned to the girl under Ellen.  “Last chance deary, do you want to give it another try?”  She shook her head no looking down.  “Well then let’s all get dressed – that means you ‘L’ and we’ll go onstage to announce the winner.  That would also be you “L”.  You get to do one more set and after that you get your prize money.  Although you look like you did OK on your tips.  Perhaps we should deduct your tips,” he joked.  “I will let you girls circulate for a while with the customers.  If they want you to do a lap dance you take them to the V.I.P. Section along the wall. The cost is $20 a dance for one song and you split that with me.  So if I see you in the V.I.P area I expect $10 from you for every song you are there.  Same touching rules apply. They can touch you below the garter belt but no where else. You, of course, can touch them but no hands on their cocks.  Any questions?”

 

Ellen would collect her prize money that night after Adam let her do a series of lap dances for Mr. Rich and a couple of other customers and after she fulfilled her obligation of another set later in the evening.  All in all she came home with over $700 that night and enjoyed three of the best orgasms of her life but we’ll leave the tale of the other two for another time.

 

Part 3, A Very Private Dance, can be found HERE. (Don’t forget to comment.)

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

All doubts she had about what he was doing disappeared when she began to hear his heavy rhythmic breathing.  His breaths were getting shorter and shorter.  They turned into muffled grunts and ended in a few gasping groans.  She found listening to his masturbation, made her hot as hell and she wasn’t long in following him with a constant motion of her finger around the edge of her rigid clitoris.  But she was very quiet and sure that he didn’t hear her.

Dear Sex Dude,

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

Spank or Not Spank.

Dear Spanker,

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

 

Dear Sex Dude,

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

Cherry Pop

Dear Cherry,

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

 

Dear Sex Dude,

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

Dear Looking,

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, daddy, I was wrong.”

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

“Yes, daddy, I am very sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

Chapter 2

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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