So it had been going along like this now for about six weeks with each Saturday going longer than the next.  But before I tell you about what is happening now you deserve a little background. 

I am young, black, and proud.  Now in my mid thirties I have been out of work for a couple of years.  On my last job I got into a really bad argument with my boss – the racist bastard! – and it’s become very difficult to find work ever since.  I’m married to Maria, a beautiful successful white woman for over ten years.  We have a great relationship except for the fact that I am out of work.  She gets frustrated with me hanging around the house all day and I get frustrated with nothing to do all day.  It’s hard enough when your woman makes more money than you do but when you have no income and have to rely on her for everything well, sometimes I feel emasculated.

So a couple of months ago we had an argument and Maria came to me after a few hours of silence and told me she had the answer to both of our problems.  She wouldn’t explain what she meant but it seemed to calm the fires between us.  And so the following Saturday it began.  She told me to be ready for work by 10:00.  And told me to make sure I was dressed casually but clean.  She still refused to tell me what the job was.  I spent the morning with a big breakfast, coffee and a newspaper and then showered, shaved and dressed.  I put on a sort sleeve dress shirt and a pair of khaki pants. 

“Good,” she said, “you look very handsome honey.  Come with me to the bedroom.  We have enough time for a little quickie before you start your job.”  She glanced at her watch and led me up to our bedroom. 

“But, Mary, I shouldn’t get all sweaty,” I wondered what had gotten into her.  Even though it wasn’t unusual for us to engage in morning or afternoon sex it seemed a bit unusual for her to pick this specific time.

“Don’t worry honey.  I’ll do all the work.  You can just lie there.  In fact, why don’t I tie you up.”  I felt my pants tighten.  We sometimes enhanced our usual sex with a bit of bondage.  We switched off from one to the other but I actually enjoyed it most when I was tied up.  No responsibilities, unable to do anything, simply lie back and enjoy her ministrations.   I was in for a surprise.

Once upstairs she removed my shirt, laid me on my back on the bed with my head toward the bed’s bottom.  She took out our rather sturdy silk ties and bound each of my wrists to the two foot posts pulling them tighter than usual.  Then she spread eagled my legs and tied them to the head posts.  I was still dressed in my pants and she undid and removed my belt, opened the snap, and slowly slid my zipper down making sure she made as much contact as possible with my growing manhood. 

I was wearing black jockey underwear and she took her hand and spread it over the cotton fabric, slowly finding her way to my most sensitive areas with her fingers.  As my member struggled to extend itself, she repositioned it by grabbing it and pulling it through my shorts. 

“So, let me tell you about your new job,” she said as she continued to stroke me as I extended to my full 10” length.  “I was thinking to myself, what is it that Bradley does the best?  And it became obvious to me that your best qualities come out at night.  Or rather in bed.  Wouldn’t you agree?”  Her eyes had a mischievous glint to them as I agreed somewhat hesitantly.  “So then I thought how can we take advantage of Bradley’s skills?  And it came to me in a flash.  I know a lot of women who would like to purchase a pussy licking without any complications.  Simply confidential, uncomplicated, and quality pussy licking.  So that’s what I have done.  You will spend the rest of the afternoon giving mustache rides.” 

She got up rather suddenly.  “Any questions,” and she went over to our “toy” draw and got out a blindfold that we occasionally used.  She placed the blindfold over my eyes.  I was stunned.  Not sure what to make of it when I heard the doorbell ring.  She left the room to answer it and I thought maybe I should just go with this.  It might not be all that bad.

That first day I gave only three rides (I don’t actually have a mustache, by the way) and it was definitely interesting.  I could not see a thing and the women didn’t talk to me, but I could hear each of them enter the room, undress and position their pussy and clit over my lips.  I was quite good at pussy licking and I have to say I enjoyed it.  The women were all clean and rather tasty.  I enjoyed getting a woman off and dancing with her as she built up to a climax.  I say dancing because with each woman there was a technique to working with her excitement and her sensations.  It was like a dance.  I would lick and she would respond.  Women liked repetition in their pussy licking but too much repetition eroded the sensation.  Somehow you had to continue moving it forward.  Continue to bring a new sensation to the old, then repeat, then break, then a new tickle and so on until she exploded.

The hard part was that fact that I had to stay erect for the entire time without any satisfaction.  My own pleasure was largely random.  By that I mean some of the women when they sat on my face felt an urge to touch and rub my cock.  Occasionally one would pull my shorts down and touch my sensitive flesh.  Sometimes I would even get a kiss or two planted on my big black cock but no one ever seemed interested in my satisfaction.  It wasn’t until later that I realized my frustration was part of the Rules that were explained to each client prior to their session.

Between each session, Mary would come in and visit me.  She would wash my face and clean me up for the next customer.  If it looked like I was getting soft, she would expertly titillate me in just the right way to regain my erection for the next customer.  She used to claim that no expertise was needed, that the “tool” was pretty simple to operate – just a touch in the right spot was all it took.  But she could tell exactly how much I needed to keep me stimulated without sending me over the edge.  And most importantly, at the end of every workday she would remove my pants and mount me and fuck me furiously for the entire two minutes it took to get me off.  Well, okay, two minutes is an exaggeration but it didn’t take long.  Sometimes I would work on her until she came and I was ready for a second but given the day that I had she often understood if we skipped her pleasure.

That was the first week of work.  Three customers.  Now we were up to seven customers, starting at 9:30 in the morning and going to about 5:00.  I got 45 minutes off at noon to shower and eat before I had to reassume my position.  Each session lasted 45 minutes with about 5 minutes in between for cleanup, etc.  Based on the “evaluation” forms (can you believe that!), it was decided that I should be naked on the bed and one hand restraint was loosened so that I could reach her pussy with one hand.  It turns out that this was not quite enough to allow me to touch myself.  And rather than be completely naked I started each session with a small hand towel draped over my cock.  Without the restraint of my shorts it formed a noticeable (and embarrassing) tent.  Actually more like an A frame house than a tent. 

I continued to be blindfolded so to keep the identity of the women confidential but some of them did talk to me.  These I’m sure were women I didn’t know but a number of the regulars remained quiet and I can only imagine that they were people I had met.  Neighbors, friends, Mary’s coworkers.  I found I spent the rest of the week wondering if any of the other women in our life had sat on my blindfolded face. 

Today, the first two women were rather routine.  They mounted me, teased me slightly by pulling the towel off of me and occasionally touched my cock, but most of their attention was focused on their own pleasure positioning themselves to optimally receive my tongue on their clit and my fingers in their pussy.  The third customer of the day was new.  I could tell by her hesitation to get started.  After she made no contact with me for the first 5 minutes, I encouraged her by asking her if she wanted to remove the towel on my cock (Maria always returned it before each customer.)  She removed the towel slowly, sliding it sensuously down my cock, driving me crazy.  “Can I touch it?” she asked.  “Sure.”

She touched it with just her fingertips, very gently.  Tracing her way down my complete length, her hand worked its way under my ball sack which was tight and clenched up close to my shaft.  With my legs opened she continued and tickled further down putting her finger on the opening to my ass.  “Do you like to have your ass touched,” she asked in a high pitched gentle voice that sounded like that of a younger girl.  The question made me think she was older.  “Yes,” I responded, “do you?”  “Oh yes,” she said with feeling, “I was hoping you could do that to me.  Is that part of your service?”  Her finger poked into my ass a little causing my hips to lift slightly and my cock to stretch.

“If you like. I am here to satisfy YOUR needs.” 

That was all the encouragement she needed.  This woman with the teenager’s voice, who I thought might be shy, took complete control of our session.  She positioned her ass cheeks right over my lips.  I played in her crack with my mouth gently working its way around the area.  My tongue played around her brown hole.  But as soon as I tried to stick it in, she lifted her ass away from me and returned slowly.  “Gentle for now,” she said.  I stuck my thumb at the edge of her pussy opening and rolled it around the rim, pressing on it.  Her moaning told me she liked that.  I eventually worked my way inside with my thumb and opened the lips which formed a hood guarding her tiny dancer with two of my fingers. 

My fingers slid up and down between her lips so that they would touch her clit.  Just touch its stiffness.  Then push a little on the skin that enveloped it.  I pushed and held the skin up exposing her clit but waiting while her mind concentrated on my nose sticking into her anus, then rubbing along her crack my tongue tracing a line from the bottom of her vaginal opening to her ass.  Slowly, stopping as my tongue just touched the brown rim.  Then the movement of my thumb, sliding in and out pressing up into her vaginal opening and back to my fingers.  Before I could repeat this staccato pattern one more time she began to come and I furiously sped up the efforts of my fingers and my tongue.

First she pressed harder on my face.  Not so concerned about gentleness now, I thought.  Then she fell forward as the orgasmic pulsations overcame her. She fell forward and her cheek made contact with my fully erect cock.  Wow did that feel good.  I moved my hips a little and she cradled my cock in her hand pressing it against her face and kissed it.  I couldn’t help myself and I came.  She encouraged me continuing to press me against the side of her face as I released pent up spurt after spurt. 

Thank god it was my lunch break, I thought.  But Maria might still be mad.  She made a point of telling the women not to let me cum.  After a few minutes she got up.  “Do you accept tips?” she asked.  I hope Maria lets her come back for another session.

My wife and I had discussed her attraction to my best friend, Paul.  He was a bit bigger than me at 6’, with curly blond hair and had a thin but athletic body.  She thought he had a cute ass and his clever sense of humor tickled her.  I had teased her with the thought of a threesome for a long time but I had never mentioned it to Paul.  And we had never done anything close to a threesome because Jen was basically a shy almost insecure person.  But the fantasy made for great sex.

This hot summer day, Paul came over to help us cut up and stack a cord of wood that was delivered as full length logs.  It was hard work and we stayed with it for about three hours before the sun had taken enough of our strength.  We came in for beers and ice tea and decided to quit early for the day.  After a couple of beers I suggested showers and Paul went first.  While he was in the shower I spoke to Jen and told her to complain about her back being sore when she was done with her shower.  She asked why and with a twinkle in my eye, I said, “Wouldn’t you like a nice relaxing back rub.”  I let her imagination fill in the rest.

The subsequent showers went quickly with a little bit of flirting between Paul and Jen as they came in and out of the bathroom.  He, predictably, had a comment and a suggestion for her when she tried to dash to the bedroom in a towel.  She of course, stopped and flirted sticking her leg out at him so the fold of the towel opened and showed her whole leg right up to her hip.  She came out dressed in a tank top and tiny shorts.  The two men were sitting on the couch drinking beers and listening to music.  As requested, she mentioned that her back was bothering her and I immediately suggested that I give her a back rub.

I asked Paul to move to the chair, while I spread the cushions of the couch onto the middle of the floor and had her lay down on a sheet used as a covering.  She lay on her stomach and I began to rub her lower back, asking her where it hurt and she replied that it was both in her lower back and in her shoulders.  I asked Paul how he was feeling and he said fine now that he had a beer in his hand.  I then suggested that he get on the other side of her and help me massage her.  I sensed no hesitation as he made his way onto the floor.

When I pulled her tank top up to the top of her shoulders she had to rise up off the cushions a bit so it could get over her size C+ breasts.  As we got a quick flash of their sides I gave Paul a facial expression that said – pretty nice huh.  He nodded back.  We massaged her entire back with four hands rolling and kneading her skin.  She moaned in response to my questions about how it felt.  I made a big deal about trying to get to her shoulders with the tank top on and finally told her in an exasperated tone that the top would have to come off.  She objected, but I insisted telling her that she was already naked around her breast area.  So she reached up and took it off.  I could tell as she settled in again that she was really beginning to enjoy this and I knew her imagination was getting going.

As I rubbed her shoulders in a smooth sensual way I repeated defensively that she complained about the pain in her shoulders and lower back.  After a pause I told Paul to pull her shorts down a little so he could fully get to her lower back.  Jen acted like she wanted to complain and didn’t provide any help but soon Paul had dropped her shorts about three inches lower exposing her whole back.  Neither of us could tell if she was wearing panties.  We continued to massage her, moving up and down along her back trading places on her lower back and shoulders and then I decided it was time to rub her legs.  I told Paul to do the leg closest to him while I did the one closest to me.  I told him to follow my lead and we would rub symmetrically down and up her legs.  When he moved beside her leg, I could tell from the bulge in his pants that he was getting excited from rubbing her cool smooth flesh.

We started down and took our time doing it each using two hands.  We massaged her feet which were nice and clean from the recent shower, lifting them up to get at them.  As I returned her leg to the cushion I made sure her legs opened up a bit more than they had.  Then I slowly began moving up as Paul followed, gently rubbing around her leg.  We moved to the bottom of her shorts and I got two full fingers under the edge touching her ass and the inside of her leg very near her crotch which was very moist.  Paul did not follow that move even though I encouraged him with a look.  I didn’t know how far he would go, but he was clearly enjoying it.  I rubbed her ass through the material of her shorts and rocked her back and forth as I did.  We both gave her a few very light gentle strokes all over her back and legs as though we were finishing.  She stretched with all the tension of her imagination and the massaging.

I then told her it was time to turn over and she objected since she was wearing no top.  I told her I would put her loose top over her breasts.  I picked it up and held it over her back so she could modestly turn over which she finally did after a bit of protestation.  I laid the jersey loosely over her breasts.  We began to rub her stomach and the top of her shoulders.  I started to rub the sides of her breasts under the top.  She was watching us.  I told her in kind of a commanding way to keep her eyes closed and just enjoy the feeling.  She obeyed.  With a look I encouraged Paul to rub around the edges of her breasts and he did.  She didn’t object.  She just lay there with her hands under her head and her eyes closed.  I started to move my hands very gently across the tops of her breasts keeping her modesty with the top over my hands while Paul was rubbing her stomach.  She was peeking.  I told her not to look and threatened to blindfold her.  I knew she was curious who was rubbing where and it was driving her nuts.

I lifted my hands off of her and with a look suggested to Paul that he rub her breasts.  He lifted his hands and I immediately placed mine back down where he was on her stomach.  My fingers were pointed toward her legs and my fingers edged their way under her shorts.  With one hand I unsnapped her shorts.  Paul who had begun to rub her upper chest had moved down under the tank top and was rubbing and squeezing her breasts.  I was smiling at him; encouraging him.  She again stretched and slightly arched her body and I knew I had them both.  She was having trouble staying still and Paul was definitely into massaging her breasts which he did magnificently using two handed squeezing mixed with gentle finger passes on her nipples.  Even though the top blocked my view I could see what was going on and I was enjoying it too. 

I caught her peeking again and I took the top off her breasts and placed it over her eyes tucking it under the sides of her head.  Her breasts retained most of their perkiness since her hands were still up under her head.  Her nipples were huge and as hard as I had ever seen them.  Paul and I looked at each other with huge grins on both our faces.  I asked her if she was wearing panties and she asked why I wanted to know.  I told her to just answer the question and when she said yes, I began to remove her shorts, pulling the zipper down.  She didn’t object, in fact, she raised her hips as I pulled them off her legs.  I sat in between her legs, spreading them wide, and rubbed each leg up and down with one hand.  Paul continued to focus on her top although not just on her breasts.  He was rubbing her sides pulling the skin toward the middle with smooth strokes up and down the length of her stomach, chest and shoulders, still true to the massage.

I leaned forward and kissed her on her stomach with my chest just touching her panties and Paul returned to touching her breasts.  I think she had her first orgasm at that moment as her legs squirmed and her back arched as she tried not to moan.  Her breathing, however, was a dead give away.  No one acknowledged the orgasm and we continued to massage her.  I suggested to Paul that we trade places and we did.  After kissing her on her cheeks and neck and getting a warm return kiss from her, I straddled her still blindfolded head and touched her more than massaged her and began kissing her all along her body at the same time.  I moved my whole body down toward her stomach while Paul was rubbing her legs. 

My hands moved to her panties and began to rub her pussy through the cloth while Paul watched intently.  She was soaking and her panties clung to her crack.  She was wriggling again and arching and now noticeably moaning.  I guess the pretenses were over.  I reached each hand under her the sides of her panties and teased her by touching the flesh near her triangle.  Looking at Paul, I told him to join in and he also teased her by rubbing her legs in the fold between her legs and her pussy.  I pulled the sides of her panties together exposing more of the large swollen lips of her pussy and Paul took advantage of this.  My legs were on either side of her chest with my groin hanging in her breasts.  I felt Jen’s hand reach up and rub my ass through my sweatpants.  I turned around and told her not to touch me and to just lean back and be still if she could.  She responded by returning her hand behind her head and giving a huge prolonged arch.  Paul took advantage of this by rubbing her pussy down the middle with his palm.

I encouraged him and said how she seemed to like that a lot and he should do more of it.  He continued to rub her pussy when she lay back down.  I told Paul to take her panties off and when he had them half off I commented if Jen doesn’t mind.  She just moaned a loud positive response.  I told Paul that it looked like her pussy needed a tongue cleaning and he immediately complied.  I turned around and began kissing Jen on her face, neck and shoulders while she had a huge obvious orgasm that just kept cuming and cuming.  Later she told me she had a rush of multiple orgasms during this time but they were so close together she couldn’t count them.

We relaxed with a cigarette and beer.  The blindfold had come off when I was kissing her and she now used it to loosely cover her groin while she lay on her side.  Paul and I were still completely dressed and the oddness of this escaped nobody’s attention.  Jen objected and said we should take off our clothes.  I could tell she hasn’t yet had enough and I quickly pulled off my clothes while Paul stood a little dazed.  I moved behind Jen and reached around in front and began playing with her breasts.  I told Paul that I thought she would like to see him do a striptease.  I told him that if he did, I would let him fuck her first.  She punched me but I knew she didn’t mean it. 

He waited for the start of the next song and stood and began dancing with the music.  He had good rhythm and moved his hips in front of Jen’s face.  She was staring at his noticeable hard on in his jeans.  I was lifting and cuddling the weight of her breasts while he danced.  It was beginning to get dark and this added to a romantic atmosphere.  First, he took of his shirt and did a pretty good job making it look sexy.  Then at the end of the song, he disappeared into the bedroom.  When the next song came on out he marched with a pillow in front of him.  It took a few minutes before we could tell he still had his shorts on.  He wore black jockey style shorts which held his large cock tight.  He danced with the pillow mostly rubbing it in front of him against his crotch.  Eventually, he moved to the arm of the couch and leaned against the pillow which rested on the arm.  His hands free, he removed his shorts.  We couldn’t quite see his cock because it sank into the softness of the pillow.  While he was doing this I put my hand in Jen’s crotch and with her tank top still there began rubbing the top up and down in a way she seemed to enjoy.  Paul was dancing with the pillow, rubbing it in a way that let his cock appear above the top of it as he moved the pillow down with the rhythm of the music. 

Then a slow song came on and I suggested to Jen that they dance together.  She made a comment that with that big thing in front of him they wouldn’t be able to get that close.  But she got up when I urged her and they fell into each other’s arms.  At first it reminded me of catholic school dances – leaving room for the holy ghost.  But soon Paul wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close.  I don’t think I have ever seen two naked people dancing together before but it was real sexy.  His cock was pushed into her belly and was listing to one side, so when they danced around in a circle you could see it pressing against her.  They both started kissing each other’s neck and their hands began to wander.  I left the room to get condoms and candles and when I returned he was lying on top of her on the sofa cushions pressing his thigh between her legs and they were deep throating each other with their tongues.  It didn’t seem to take long for Jen to return to her wild excited state and this time she was moving all under him and grabbing his ass and pressing her breasts between them.  You could tell he enjoyed the abandon with which she went at it.  I was pleasantly surprised with how excited I was watching my best friend with my wife in such an intimate way.  When we talked about the fantasy and the attraction I always wondered if I would feel differently watching it.  But I was as excited as they were just watching.  I loved it when Jen was out of control with sexual desire and she sure was today. 

I lit the candles and handed Paul a condom.  I then sat in the chair that was by their feet and played with myself as I watched them.  Paul went down on Jen for a short time, teasing her clit with his tongue, not wanting her to orgasm that way this time.  God, he’s good, I thought.  Jen looked at me while he was doing this and I gave her a big smile.  She closed her eyes and relaxed.  Soon Paul was on top of her, entering her slowly.  He paused his cock as it was moving in but Jen couldn’t wait and her hips rocked up and down bringing his cock in more frantically.  She was already beginning another orgasm.  Paul couldn’t help responding to her movements and soon he too was out of control with no thoughts about entering slowly or teasing her.  He was pounding away at her fast and hard but with smooth strokes that she seemed to feel every inch of.  In a few minutes he was screaming and she was moaning and it completed itself.  They cuddled together for a few minutes before he pulled out and turned over.  I think he was concerned about how I might be reacting.

“My turn”, I said with a grin and Paul got up and headed for the bathroom.  I moved my head to Jen’s crotch.  Since Paul had worn a condom there was no sperm to deal with, but I was wondering how moist she remained.  Licking her pussy lips and clit I saw no problem.  I lifted her legs and kissed around her brown hole which I knew she liked sticking the point of my nose into the opening of her pussy at the same time.  As I moved up and along her body with my kisses and tongue she began to slowly squirm again.  I moved up quickly and with our faces together, she kissed me and whispered her gratefulness.  I told her we were just getting started and she moaned deeply.

I asked her if she could feel how hard my cock was and soon I was positioning it at her opening.  I slowly moved it in an inch and rubbed it back and forth at her entrance. With each thrust I went just a little deeper until she was fully matching my thrusts.  Paul returned from the bathroom.  I told him to get ready again.  This nymph still hadn’t had enough.  I pulled out of her and told her to change positions and get on top.  She was in a very submissive mode and sat astride me sliding my cock into her wet hole easily while I was on my back.  I told Paul to come over because she wanted to give him a blowjob.  He stood with his feet on both sides of my shoulders and presented his half hard cock to her.  He eagerly grabbed it with one hand and brought it to her tongue.  Licking it and kissing it, she was looking into his eyes, while I had a bottom ups view of it all.  She and I were riding together like a bucking bronco until I came spurting deep inside her.  As we stopped our bumping she continued to work Paul’s cock, working him all the way into her mouth.  I reached over and handed her another condom which she expertly rolled down the length of his cock.  I told her to get off me and prepare for him.  She was building to another orgasm.

She got off of me and asked Paul if he would do her doggie style.  It had a pleading tone to it and Paul was more than willing to comply.  She leaned forward into the chair and he knelt behind her.  It was her favorite position and she had a great ass.  Paul eagerly humped her but would slow as she started to reach the edge of her orgasm.  He was deliberately teasing her and she seemed to grow wilder as a result.  He alternated hard rhythmic thrusts with still hips and caresses over her breasts and shoulders.  She started to beg him to fuck her and when he began thrusting again she screamed Yes Yes Fuck Me Fuck Me and this time he kept going until they were both drained.  She began to weep softly as they collapsed together back down on the cushions where I was.  She gave me a long slow thankful kiss and turned to the other side and kissed Paul’s shoulders snuggling into his side.  I caressed her ass very slowly.   We cuddled that way in each other’s arms with her in the middle for about a half-hour before we realized how hungry we were. 

We had a few more threesomes after that with Paul, but none as exciting.  I think Jen always enjoyed them, but eventually Paul and I became a bit less enthusiastic.  Typical of men, Paul and I never discussed our trysts outside of the experience themselves. 

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

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

 NOT YET!

She liked to make me cum before I got it in her.  Somewhere between the actual entering but after the eternal teasing.  And if she could manage it, she would make me cum right over her pussy lips or the edge of her hole, although she also liked to have me cum on her face.  She loved to tease me.  She took advantage of my hardness.  She loved to play with me and tell me to remain still.  She would then rub my cock slowly or just play with its head slowly.  But then moving on to gently caresses my tight sack and run her finger along my bottom.  One hand would always be holding my cock in some fashion.  And if it got too dry, she would oil it up with her different oils.  All subtle oils.  And then she would have trouble holding onto it, squeezing it harder when she wasn’t stroking.  And she would deliberately stroke me just to the point of orgasm and then stop often squeezing the base of my cock.  She would tell me not to orgasm yet.  Not yet, she would scold me, and tell me to stop moving as I arched my back with the tension.

Then she would use that gorgeous body of hers to tease me.  Rubbing her tits in my face, sometimes letting me suck on her nipples and sometimes making me keep my head still.  She would rub her tits all over parts of my body including my cock.  She would tit fuck me while I was on my back and look up at me with the sexiest eyes.  Watching me to see if I got too excited.  Occasionally, looking down into her tits and licking my head as it appeared through her tits.  But slowly.  She always rubbed me slowly and I would often try to speed my movement, but from her dominant lying position she would back off and take a strong hold of my cock.  I had to wait, she said.  I had to learn how to hold it so that when I was inside of her I could last a lot longer than I do now.  I had to wait and learn to control it.

She would torture me like this for hours.  Sometimes she would tie me down on the bed with my hands and legs spread and with a silk tie tied around my neck to keep my head still.  She would then sit her pussy on my face and tease me and then let me eat her.  She has such a sweet wet pussy.  She would let herself get excited and then put other parts of her beautiful body to my lips.  Her nipples for a while.  She would stand up, straddle my chest and wiggle her ass at me.  Watching my cock, she would lower her ass toward my face and let me kiss one cheek, then the other, and then her crack.  Wide open crack.  She would move to her knees and lay in a sixty nine but her head would be hanging above my crotch and she would tickle me with her hair, especially by draping it over my balls and moving it around.  She positioned her ass so that I was licking her rear and her pussy but she would not let me get to her clit.  After playing this way for awhile she would lay her soaking wet pussy fully in my face so that I could find the edge of that clittie of hers.

As she was coming all over my face she lifted away from my cock and grabbed it at the base, trying to suppress all of my movements.  Her dripping pussy soaking my cheeks and chin.  Even as she rested her head on my leg, her hair was generating a lot of excitement for me, its silky softness falling across the stretched length of my rigid cock.   I always feel macho when a woman pours her orgasm out on top of my face, even though I was tied up in five places.  Her hand became a sixth tie and her tight fisted grip on the base of my shaft kept my skin pulled tight.  My cock tried to rub its length over something other than air but I could only get a teasing hip movement, arching my back, straining against her grip.  

Chapter 2

I always came just before she would put it in her.  She recovered from her orgasm (I think it was her third of the night) playing with my cock using her long silky hair.  The gentleness of her sweeping movement induced me to lie still or almost still.  As I relaxed, so did her grip. 

She lifted up and moved her torso so that she sat on my chest and fondled my balls.  She leaned forward, sticking her ass in the air, and started her slow lick on my cock.  Kissing the tops of my legs and in between my legs, gently on my balls. Her hair raining down all over my groin and crotch and hips.  I was completely at full attention.  She told me that she wanted to fuck me for awhile.  But that she only wanted to feel me inside her for a short time.  I shouldn’t cum, she said.  She’d only do it for a short time.  I could rest in between fucks.  She said we should do this about 5 or 6 times.  Short ones, as training.  She moved her hips to perch over my cock and she was guiding it with her hand.  I wanted to be in her so badly. 

My throat was so dry and I was straining against the tie around my neck.  My whole body was tensing up.  Her hand was rubbing my cock guiding it to her hole.  He stuck the very tip into the center and began to roll it around the rim of her opening.  I thrust my hips up and slid in an inch.  She quickly pulled off of me and told me to calm down.  Don’t move your hips anymore.  She then lowered her pussy right down on top of my cock.  It’s wetness engulfing me.  She moved slowly and I could feel the exquisite sliding of her sugar walls around all sides of my head.  I started to come with that first stroke and I thrust my hips trying to go faster.  She knew it was too late to stop and she went faster, accommodating my needs but still just a bit slower than my hips were begging for.  I had a huge orgasm that had been building all night. 

She told me I still had a lot of training to do as we cuddled.  Without letting her body move from mine she undid the ties on my hands and neck.  She was wonderful.

Chapter 3

This time she didn’t use any oil.  We were visiting some friends.   A couple.  They got up early and left to do some errands.  They said they might be as long as an hour because of the Saturday crowds in the stores.  We were staying on the sofabed in their living room and we got partially dressed and shared coffee with our friends before they headed out.  Melissa then got me over to the sofa bed which was right in front of their picture window.  She opened the curtains wide and started working her magic.  The pajamas she was wearing come right off in one sexy movement.  Her tie slippers were all that was left.  What if one of their neighbors sees us, I protested.  No problem, they’ll think its Jack and Louise, she said.

She quickly had my PJ’s off and started nibbling all over my body.  She made me lie on my back on the bed.  She let me touch her but only if I barely touched her – no grabbing or clutching she said.  I was to relax.  With only an hour this was to be a mere exercise in control.  She kissed me all over while as I lay still and used her hand to play with my cock.  She was standing next to the bed and her mouth could easily land anywhere along my body that she wanted.  And her hair and her kisses landed everywhere, including on my shaft.  She licked it and sucked it into her mouth.  Always slowly; always with a sensual lust simmering in her being.  She had my shaft straining at its skin.  She told me she thought she saw someone walking by.  Yes, it was a woman and her dog.  She stood aside so that if she looked, the girl could see my elongated cock, her hand pointing it upward at the base.  Neither of us knew whether she saw us because we didn’t want to be caught looking at her and admitting we knew she was there.

She passed and Melissa wondered aloud how long it would be before she came back.  She said we still had a half hour left unless, of course, they were wrong about the crowded stores.  The idea of being caught excited me.  Now she straddled me saying she wanted to have my cock positioned at the entrance to her cunt, so the woman with the dog could see its full length when she returned.  She was grabbing the tip of my cock and she could tell I was almost cumming.  Not yet, she said sternly, not yet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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For a giddy moment I lay totally exposed, but she quickly covered my crotch with her face, exposing her wavy brown hair to the crowd.  I was spying on them and they weren’t ready for how fast she did that but you could see excitement run from balcony to balcony.  One audible shout could be heard from a female watcher.  “Honey, come here, you’ ve got to see this,” as she turned toward her sliding glass doors without moving from the edge of the balcony.  I was momentarily embarrassed, but then I saw everyone was running to get their roommates and they were all coming out to watch and I just had to laugh.  They wanted to watch us.  I open his eyes wide and stared into one of the single woman’s eyes and she stood her ground staring back into his. A bolt of lust was exchanged.

It was good that Emma covered up my cock right away.  It had gone limp while she was inside the room and she moved to it so fast.  But it didn’t take long for my cock to begin rising again.  And as I looked up I could see couples snuggling up and my single girl was still by herself.  The only noisy balcony was the 4 girls who were located much closer to us in the arrangement of balconies than anyone else.  They were commenting to one another and laughing, sometimes uproariously attracting everyone else’s attention for a moment. 

Emma knew exactly how I liked head.  She licked my growing cock like a licorice stick and shook it while it was soft.  As it gained its full length, she pulled the skin taught around it by circling the base and pulling the outer skin down.  Then she took me into her mouth and surrounded it and moved up and down slowly.  She added a new twist by leaning to one side a bit so the 4 girls could get a better look.  I saw one of them hold her hands out to say,  “It’s that big.”  They seemed impressed.  They were laughing more quietly and seemed to be having a good time watching.

My single girl moved back away from the railing, so the others couldn’t see her on her side of the “L”.  She was wearing a bathrobe.  As she watched Emma work her magic on me, her hand moved into the opening of the robe and towards her breasts.  I loved the attention.  There was another couple who were feeling each other up and kissing each on the side of the head so they could continue to watch.  Emma’s mouth felt just wonderful as she complimented it with the movement of her hand gripping my cock.  Her free hand found the edge of the chair and she gently grazed her finger over the skin near my asshole all the way to the bottom of my sack.  I came in a gush in her mouth.  Then she removed her mouth and let me shoot free, high in the air so everyone could see.  People were giving high five signs and mock applause as I inadvertently cried out with my orgasm.  It was a powerful one and the first few gushes were great.

Part 3

She went in and I followed.  I lay on the bed near the open glass door.  The curtains were wide open.  She used her towel to wipe me off.  Cum had fallen on my T-shirt and she removed it.  I hope you’re not done, she said to me as she turned on another lamp bathing the room in bright light.  Her eagerness turned me on.  She stood in front of the glass, faced toward me, behind her darkness, and lifted her dress up her sides and over her head.  Would you like to have a little 69 before the crowd leaves, she asked.  I leaned my head back and stuck my tongue out as far as it would go.  She got on top of me placing her pussy right in front of my nose.  I loved her smell and she knew it.   Her hair cascaded onto my genital area and she moved it over all of my delicate parts.  It felt good and so did the moisture in her cracks.  She was responding to my licks of the length of her lips and my poking the tip of my tongue into the rim of her pussy.

I told her it was time to change places and that I wanted to do her doggie style.  In front of everybody, I told her.  With her tits hanging down and my hips buried into her ass.  She liked it when I talked this way to her and reminding her of the potential audience was driving her crazy so, of course, I kept it up.  When she was in position, I first put my face into her ass and kissed her crack, then each cheek, and then I put my whole face in her crack and licked and kissed and blew air across all her sensitive places.  As I moved up to work my cock into her, I asked her how that must have looked.  My kissing her ass. 

I let my cock just move around the general area of her pussy for awhile, rubbing it up against her clit and up in between her lips and back and forth across her opening.  I swear I could feel her pussy opening for me as I passed over it.  And I loved the feel of her rounded ass pressing into my hips.  I just loved her ass.  I was as hard as I can ever remember getting and soon I found my cock poised at her opening.  Without using my hands I slowly pushed forward.  I started in but popped out from the particular angle.  Repositioned, I pushed again and this time her hand found its way between her legs and she helped to insure its entrance. 

Soon we were bunping back and forth together  My hands were holdng her hips.  I would start a rhythm, and then go faster until I needed a break.  At each break she would slightly change positions, leaning forward or putting her hands on the wall, for example.  Nothing was visible in the darkness from the brightened room and I wondered if my single girl was still there watching and touching, Emma moved her hand in between her legs and we began anther series and I put the fingertip of one hand against her brown hole.  As I began to move faster so did her fingers rubbing her own clit.  I tried to continue to hump her fast without pushing her around too much.  She had a loud orgasm.  Crying out in lust and satisfaction.  In relief.  Her entire body was shaking as its drained its tension into its relief.

I turned her over onto her back and cuddled on top of her side.  The side away from the window in case we still had watchers.  Maybe we picked up some new ones.  Then again no one was in much of a hurry here in paradise.  I cuddled her for awhile, my hard cock lying across her leg.  She knew I wanted more and she was more than willing to comply.  I began to give a few broad strokes across her pussy and soon I was opening her legs and her lips.  I moved on top of her and slipped in easily to her slippery tunnel.  She began to tell me about what the people watching must think.  She told me I was marvelous and that all the women must desire me.  She told me that they loved looking at my big cock when she was sucking it on the balcony.  I was quickly at the point of no return and her sexy squirming, soft skin and female roundness brought me over the edge.  Like hers it was loud. 

It was a first class hotel.  15 stories of modern materials.  The balcony we had on the 8^th floor was ample and fitted easily with two lounge chairs.  The balcony was on the right inside half of the “L” shaped hotel so it faced in a sideways fashion all the balconies on the left side.  Both sets of balconies were facing west and in this gentle paradise the sunsets were spectacular.

We stood on the balcony waiting for the spectacle to begin, having just finished refreshing showers.  The sun and sand of the afternoon was now a warm memory.  The afternoon was cooling down but it was still a very comfortable temperature.  I had my arm around her waist, the two of us melting into each other.  It had been a great day.  I turned my head and gave her a thankful peck on the lips.  Followed by a longer gentle kiss of lips contacting.  Then endless kisses quick and long and constantly moving across on another.  Feeling the depth of the other person’s passion.  Focusing on each other.

We paused and looked at the sand and the ocean and the softly falling sun.  I looked over her shoulder and saw a number of other couples populating the balconies randomly.  Like us they were mostly huddled together at the railings looking west.  I whispered in Emma’s ear.  Would she like to live out a fantasy down here in the middle of paradise where no one knew here?  What did I have in mind, she asked.  Her fantasy about doing it in front of others who were watching.  She jerked just slightly.  OO, I don’t think I could actually do it!  But tell me more.  What did you have in mind?

Instead of answering her, I began to kiss her neck.  I knew she found that very sexy.  I blew kisses on the back of her neck and along the large muscle on the side of her neck up under her ear.  We faced each other and I gave her a tight hug pressing her breasts up against my chest.  The kissing lingered and got both of our engines running, her body squirming against mine.  She was wearing a little summer shift dress and my hands easily reached under the hem and began to rub the back of her legs and her panty covered ass.  “People can see us doing this,” I murmured.  She nuzzled my neck as if to hide her shyness.  “In fact, I can see one of the couples watching us.  He’s pointing at us as I’m rubbing your ass.”  Something about the idea appealed to her. 

“Let me play,” I said and I moved a little to her side.  Still standing I could now rub her ass with one hand and moved the other to her braless breast.  I kissed her shoulder.  The sun was beginning to set among the distant clouds and the colors were ablaze with light.  “Relax,” I said and she began to go limp as my hands roamed over her body.  I moved one hand under her dress and all the way up to her breasts lifting her dress to her waist.  I looked over her shoulder and scanned the crowd.  There was about 4 couples on various balconies and at least two of them were watching us pretty intently.  On another balcony there were two young women calling a couple more women in from the room and pointing us out.  One of the women quickly returned inside with a disgusted look on her face but the remaining three continued to watch.

I put one hand inside the top of her panties and she gave me a small protest as I slid them half way down her ass.  “Why not?  There are only adults here and we will never see these people after we leave.  It’ll just be our little secret.  There is no better time.”  My roaming hands were now both inside her panties, one in front and the other in back.  I gently began rubbing a few fingers across her public patch and I could feel she was warm and moist.  Burying my head in her breasts, I slowly began to peel her panties over her rounded mounds and down her silky legs. She sighed her physical approval although I sensed her mind was still uncertain.  

My head flowed down the front of her dress as my hands removed her panties from her legs.  She willingly helped step out of them.  I told her to sit in the lounge chair and when she did, I spread her legs with slow strokes up the inside of both or her thighs.  Her dress still retained some of her modesty, but her legs were totally exposed.   She was looking down on me and put her hands in my hair as I began to kiss her thighs.  She moved closer to the edge of the chair – an invitation to sup, which I accepted, putting my head into her crotch.  As I did, her head rolled back in anticipation and sexual tension.  Her eyes closed.  I began to lick her pussy and open her lips.  I grazed her clit and she shuddered.  The bottom of her dress stayed behind when she edged forward and I took both hands and moved them up her body lifting her dress and squeezing her full breasts and pinching her hard nipples.  While her dress still covered my hands and her breasts, she was now naked from her midriff down in the twilight.

We seemed to be ignoring the others on the balcony but their presence was undeniable and we were both were well aware of them.  I kept my hand lightly pressed on her pussy and I moved my head next to hers.  “Don’t keep your eyes closed.  Tell me who is watching and describe them to me.”  I again returned my face to her crotch.  I looked up at her and she had her head back and her eyes half opened, looking around.  She told me there were 5 balconies with couples on them and one with 4 girls.  The girls were giggling and talking loudly to one another but we couldn’t make out what they were saying.  She told me that one of the other couples watching us were also getting quite frisky.  Looking around seemed to raise her excitement and I began to lick her clit faster without putting too much pressure on it.  She arched her back and pushed her crotch into my face and grabbed a handful of my hair.  It wasn’t long before she was whimpering out loud, flooding my face with her juices. 

As she settled back into the chair I snuggled in between her thighs and soon moved up and kissed her face, neck, and mouth in short staccato pecks.  Your turn she said.  Don’t go away.  And she jumped up and went into the room.  I sat in the chair.  I wanted to look at the others who were watching to stare onto their faces, but I was afraid I’d scare them off so I pretended to look into the fading sunset and I used as much of my peripheral vision as I could.  I saw one couple break up with her going inside and him staying out.  They were the easiest to see since they were just one floor up and at the end section of the “L”.  Then I spotted the couple below us by a floor, sitting in their lounge chairs, taking in the entire scenery.

Emma returned with a couple of towels and some oil.  She had put the light on in the room helping to keep extra light on the balcony as the white sunless skies predicted the oncoming dark.  She placed the towel in front of my feet and knelt on it.  Are you ready, big boy, to show off your stuff, she challenged.  With that she untied the string belt on my shorts and removed them with my jockeys in one slow sexy slide.

I want to extend it.  That feeling that comes through the sensitive part of my cock.  That feeling that wants to keep my hips moving. That wants to keep the flesh along my shaft rubbing.  Rubbing in an effortless rhythm.  The rhythm I know can take over all of my feelings and all of my mind and drive me relentlessly toward an explosion.  The explosion that so satisfies me.  It is the trip that I love the best.  The part of the journey that says ‘don’t stop’.  When nothing else matters but the feeling.  And so I torture myself in order to extend that feeling. I stop and wiggle my hips and try to calm my aching cock.  I do. My stiff rod yearns to continue and I stop but only for a short while before I rub it again. 

There is no pain or anxiety.  Only a thousand thoughts running through my mind.  Of me and you.  Your nakedness.  Your sweet pussy in my mouth.  Sopping.  I am also thinking of her and letting her watch us.  Watch me while I masturbate, here in my bed as I am doing between words.  The words slow me down and torture me. Such sweet torture.  Nasty thoughts enter my mind.  Please accept that they are not all of you.  It is especially sweet to have your acceptance and to feel your imaginary hand pet me tenderly.  Understandingly.  Of human frailties and desperate powerful lusting needs.  I feel your acceptance and hear your voice whisper a mother’s OK.

My rod is hard and strong and I love it like this.  Would you like to see it?  Would you like to watch me masturbate?  Can I show it to the world?  Can we get all the women in my life together and let them watch.  All the women who I have lusted after.  Let each one come and give me a kiss while I masturbate for them.  In a public place.  And as I think of the most outlandish circumstance, those feelings overcome me.  An image or two; a possible encounter or two; enters, takes over and makes me explode.  Once, twice, three times before a pause.  Then again and again.  And once more. 

How completely satisfied I feel for the moment and how utterly tired.  I think I will just cuddle here with myself for a few.  Appreciate the tingling.  Enjoy the warmth.  Dream the best of dreams.  Just for a few.