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. 

 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.

That (Part 1) was a few months ago.  They’ve had many more dates and he always treated her well especially in bed.  But bed was not the sole basis for their relationship.  They enjoyed each other’s company.  They shared a similar sense of humor.  And found support from each other in the various trials of their daily life.

But the sex was changing.  Slowly, gradually.  He suggested that she get more in touch with her wantonness.  At first she didn’t know what he meant, but there was no question that sex was more in her thoughts than ever before.  She wanted it, looked forward to it, and even fantasized about it in ways she never did before.  She found his imagination stimulating in a way that he got her thinking about things she had never thought of doing.  And he didn’t just do it; he planted the seed, made her think about it first, imagining how it would eventually be.  He made her desire sex, want it, in ways she never had before.

He told her that she needed to get more in touch with her sexual side and suggested that she let him tie her up.  The first time they simply pretended that she was tied up and he played with her.  She was instructed not to move or touch him.  She found it quite exciting.  Any responsibility that she might have had for satisfying him was removed.  He told her to just enjoy herself and not worry about his satisfaction.  After all, she was supposed to be tied up.  He seemed to enjoy himself.  He got off on her excitement.  So she agreed to being actually tied up.  She did after all trust him by now.

They began with a shower and she was as active in the washing and caressing as he was.  It was something they had done a few times before and both enjoyed the slippery suds rubbing all the parts of their bodies.  After they toweled each other off, he brought her into the bedroom and told her to lie on the bed on her stomach.  He lit a candle and turned off the lights.  The straps were already connected to the four corners of the bed.  He fastened two inch wide velcroed cuffs around her wrists and ankles.  The cuffs had a number of small leather circles attached to them.  Once the cuffs were in place he pulled the straps through the circles in her ankle cuffs and pulled the straps tight around the bedposts.  This opened her legs wide but not so much that it was uncomfortable.  He then fastened her wrists and stretched these straps.  She couldn’t move (maybe wiggle a little) but wasn’t being stretched.

He straddled her and softly ran his fingertips over her back.  He followed that by dipping his head and letting his loose hair fall on her back.  His straight hair just cleaned and dried felt soft and furry.  He moved his hair around her back.  She liked the soft flowing sensation.  He then moved it down to her butt and tickled her moving around it and into her crack.  She clenched her butt cheeks without thinking about it – kind of a reflex.  He turned his face up and began to kiss her behind, around the curve of her cheeks and eventually in her crack.  His hands each rested on one of her still supple buns.  He pushed on them and then pulled them open.  His warm breath floated across her tight little brown opening.  Licking it, then blowing a breath across it, she could feel each drop evaporate.

He then left her for a second and returned with massage oil and began to massage her.  He had done this before and she liked it.  This time he was gentler than normal and moved across her body with his hands slowly.  He began at her neck and moved to her shoulders and arms, then her back.  After finishing her lower back, he turned around and worked on her legs.  The openness of her legs from the straps allowed him to use both hands and surround each leg as he did them one at a time.  Then he repositioned himself and liberally using the oil spread his hands over her behind.  He rocked her hips slightly and she wondered if he knew it caused friction on her clit as it rubbed on the taut sheet beneath her.  His hands also found their way between her cheeks and slowly moved across her hole.  God, she liked that!

It was time to turn over and he came up with four more straps.  He crossed them over from the opposite bedpost and wrapped up her arms and legs again, before removing the first ties.  Was this really necessary, she thought?  It seemed a bit extreme to her.  She certainly wasn’t objecting to the massage.  After removing the original ties, there was enough slack for her to obey his order to turn over and as soon as she did, he tightened up the straps again opening her legs wide.  She realized that if she had wanted to object or stop, she wouldn’t be able to do so, on her own.  For a second it made her wonder what else he had in mind that such control was necessary.

She realized that he seemed to be a master at this and knew exactly how to manipulate and change the straps to keep her completely in his control at all times.  She didn’t think that was so bad, so far.  All she felt from being tied up was this strange sense of freedom.  The irony of it didn’t escape her.  He could do with her as he pleased and she would just revel in the sensations, the feelings that he treated her to.  She didn’t have to worry about satisfying him or being fair or balanced in her giving and taking.  Being tied up; helpless to do anything, relieved her of any responsibility for his pleasure.  It was all about her.  Once in a while this serenity was interrupted with a thought of what he could do to her if he was mean or what intentions he might have that she would not want to comply with.

He left her on the bed for a second and returned with a small bag.  From it he took one of the blindfolds that they pass out on overnight airplane flights and he placed it over her head and eyes.  He left the room and left her to wonder what was next.  She was a little uncomfortable but reminded herself that she trusted him and that he had promised there would be no pain involved.  When he returned he began to massage her front.  Spreading the oil on her neck and working his way down.  He used two hands on her breasts and worked them with lots of oil like one might work a lump of clay on a spinning wheel.  He massaged her stomach and then as on her back, he turned around and began massaging her legs.  As he straddled her, she could feel his hard naked erection on her stomach. 

When he finished with her legs, he took the bottle of oil and let it drip onto her pussy.  It seemed like he poured a lot on to her and he began massaging it in.  Again his strokes were slow and smooth.  Both hands on the outer side of her pussy rubbing the place where her legs meet her torso.  Then using one hand over her mound he went particularly slowly, not obviously trying to be sexual.  Lots of oil and a slow stroke, though, began to get her juices flowing.  He moved his hips back a bit and pressed his hard cock between her breasts rubbing slowly in the slippery oil.  He stopped rubbing with his palm and began to run one finger along her oily slit.  He playfully ran a few quick circles around her clit and she realized that she would quickly come to a climax.  As her breathing increased, he slowed his movement and left the area of her clit.  She wanted him to touch her more.  She was ready.  He returned to her clit and began flicking his fingertip quickly under it.  Ooohh, she was going to come.  And he stopped again.  He was deliberately teasing her.

But it was too late for her and she had an orgasm but without his stimulation.  It was perhaps the smallest, least exciting orgasm she ever had.  A tiny spurt of an orgasm, no waves, no lapse into sexual unconsciousness.  She didn’t really enjoy it.  And it seemed to her like he was deliberately stopping when he knew she was ready.  She was confused.  She tried to move – to roll over but the restraints, which she had momentarily forgotten about, wouldn’t let her.  She told him she wanted to get out of the straps but he told her not yet.  Not nearly yet, in fact. 

He left her tied up while he left the bed and had a cigarette.  She didn’t realize when he finished but suddenly she felt his face gently slide between her legs.  It’s too late now, she thought, I just had an orgasm.  But he snuggled his face in between her opened legs and began to lick at the oil around her pussy.  Soon he was licking her slit and wafting his tongue over her clitoris.  After a few minutes of contact with her clit, she could feel herself getting warm and wet again.  His tongue began to move around her clit in the steady rhythmic way that she liked.  It surprised her how quickly she was getting excited the second time.  Much quicker than normally.  And it felt very nice as he worked her over.  Intense.  He stopped the steady motion and began to kiss her vaginal lips in slow succulent movements.  It was almost calming and felt good.  He moved down to the bottom of her slit and pushed his tongue inside her, more than a few times.

He moved away and she felt new straps being placed under her knees.  The straps on her ankles were loosened and the new straps tightened, causing her legs to be pulled toward the headboard, above her.  It left her pussy open and pointing itself to the world.  Even though she couldn’t see herself with the blindfold on, it made her feel whore-ish, slutty and dirty.

He replaced his face in her pussy, kissing it like he would her face, moving around to different places on the pussy platter in front of him.  He then worked his way lower and found her back hole.  She was embarrassed to have her pussy on display like this and when he breathed his warm breath over her asshole, she was completely mortified.  But it did feel good.  She had never had so much attention paid to her genital area and he was finding sensitivities that she didn’t know she had.  Somehow having him play with her asshole no matter how good it felt seemed wrong.  She told him to stop.  She said no, not that – in a soft unconfident voice and he ignored her.  There was still oil over her butt and he rubbed his finger down and in her crack while he blew hot breath and quick licks from his tongue.

His finger inserted itself slowly into her ass.  Very slowly, with a back and forth movement.  Each time increasing the depth he penetrated ever so slightly.  Her anus was relaxing to his touch and seemed to be wide open to his probing.  He was moving deep within her now and working his finger in a circle like he was trying to widen her opening and it seemed to be working.  He stopped and she heard him fumble in his bag and then put a larger object at the entrance to her hole.  She instinctively clenched her anus, which was difficult to do in this position.  Yet the object slid in easily with a little extra lubrication he had put on it.  Its shape was such that when it was inserted her anus closed around the end of it and held it in.  It felt locked into place so that it wouldn’t go any deeper and wouldn’t come out.

It felt odd to her at first and he moved the part the stuck out side to side causing the part inside to move an even greater distance inside of her.  He licked her pussy again and moved the butt plug around eventually working his tongue up to her clit for a few quick licks.  He avoided his usual consistent rhythm around her clit and just continued to tease her.

Again into his bag and he took out a very small bottle of a special oil – a peppermint oil.  He put it on his finger and applied it to each of her nipples.  The oil was hot.  Or felt hot causing her a burning sensation on the delicate tips of each breast.  They hardened to resist the burn.  Or was it cold?  Could it be ice?  Whatever, it certainly made her nipples feel like someone was constantly touching them and she alternated between thinking there was a candle on them to an ice cube.

He then released the straps on her knees one at a time and returned her legs to her original position, tightening those straps to spread her legs apart.  It felt good to her to have the stress of the stretching of her legs above her head ended.  And as each leg relaxed the plug seemed to get larger in her ass or so it seemed from the new angle.  Laying on her backside it seemed to penetrate deeper.  She heard him fumble in his bag again and he placed his hand over her mound.  A vibrating sound broke the silence and the hand on her mound started to vibrate slightly.  He apparently was pressing the vibrator onto the top of his hand.  Or maybe it was one of those vibrators designed to vibrate the hand.  Some slight remnants of the peppermint oil were still on his fingers and were being transferred to various places in between her legs and inside her lips.

His hand vibrated in between her legs and he moved it up and down the crevice between her legs.  After doing this for a few minutes, he lifted her ass with one hand and put his vibrating hand against the bottom of her ass.  He had her ass lifted up off the bed and pushing back on his vibrating hand.  She could feel his hand sending its vibrations into the butt plug in her ass.  A wave came over her from hip to the top of her legs.  A wave that relaxed every internal muscle she had.  She imagined that it was like having an enema and a douche at the same time. 

He placed a pillow under her ass, removed his vibrating hand. He began using just his vibrating fingers – poking and prodding her crevices.  Then he reached for the part of the butt plug that was sticking out and rolled it slowly in a circle.  She could feel the circular motion the most at its deepest penetration but her relaxed muscles enjoyed it. 

When he finished, he removed the straps and turned her over telling her to get on her knees and put her hands down by her sides.  He then strapped her wrists to her ankles and pushed her legs apart a bit.  Again she felt slutty.  Her face was lying on the pillow and her ass was in the air, spread open with some sort of a rod sticking out of it.  It was a bit humiliating but warmed her pussy in a strange way.  He got on the bed behind her and began playing with the plug again.  His circular motions coincided with a slow withdrawal of the plug and she could feel it circulating through each ring of her inner passage. 

As soon as he removed it, he lubricated his cock and slowly slid it into her ass.  She had never had anyone fuck her up the ass before.  She had always thought that ass fucking was something just done by gay men and sodomists, not good people.  The experience was definitely different and she didn’t have the concentration to stop him.  She wondered if he would stop even if she asked.  He moved in and out very very slowly and she could feel her muscles tightening a bit around it.  As he began to speed up her muscles tired of tightening and she gave into his thrusts.  Her nipples were still burning from the oil.  Her wrists still locked to her ankles.

A wave of submissiveness came over her.  “Use me,” she thought, her voice actually began saying. “Ow” softly each time he entered.  He was pounding away at her now, going deeper into her forbidden hole.  He grabbed a fistful of her hair with one hand which reminded her of her subservient place in this lovemaking.  His other hand reached under her waist and played with her oily clit.  The restraints locked her into her position even as he pounded harder.  His hips were slapping against her ass.  Her g-spot was being affected somehow and there was this overwhelming sense of sluttiness that came over her.  She was such a shy girl grown into a woman. She had never talked about anal sex, never done it, hardly ever thought about it.  Now she was fully enjoying this pounding in her rear, feeling used, abused.  Giving in to her worst wanton feelings.  Her mind told her she shouldn’t like this but her body had given in.  She was being submissive to the temptations of Satan and that made it more exciting for her. 

It was all a bit too exciting for her.  She started to cum in a huge orgasmic spurt.  Too much liquid she thought.  So much, and synchronized with her pulsating orgasms, the spurts gave way to shudders as she realized he was coming with her.  She couldn’t stop the gushing liquid.  She spurt, she lengthened her ‘ows’, she shuddered and shook.  She was slightly aware of his hot spray inside of her reminding her that he was in a different hole.

Her arms still locked to her ankles, he gently laid her on her side in a fetal position and kissed her on the cheek and neck and back as she wafted back to reality.  This would be all for tonight.  But she knew this was just the beginning of new direction in their sex life together.

She was really a very shy girl and now as a woman she still had trouble dealing with men.  It wasn’t that she was unattractive, the opposite, in fact.  She was beautiful and her shyness was brought about, in part, because she developed plump breasts so young.  Her ample breasts attracting unwanted attention when all the other girls were still in T-shirts.  Walking through the cafeteria line at school became an embarrassing column of eyes all focused on her chest and snickers when she walked by.  Even now she found herself conflicted.  As a mature 40 year old, sex was still uncomfortable.  She couldn’t explain it.  Didn’t really understand it, but had learned to accept it.

She met Dan at a club and they had seen each other four or five times.  He was a very attractive and successful man a few years younger than her.  She knew tonight it would be required to invite him in for a drink at the end of the date and while she had done this before, tonight would be the night she “put out” or else he would lose interest.  And it wasn’t like that really.  She found him attractive.  They clicked.  She liked his sense of humor and they shared a lot of the same interests.  It was just that all men seemed to expect more of her than she was interested in giving when it came to sex.  Her sex drive just seemed lower than the men.  It wasn’t that she wasn’t willing to give.  It was just that she often found herself in a lose-lose situation where she lost them if she didn’t invite them up; she lost them if she brought them up and turned them down; and she lost them if she gave it up too easily. 

Tonight for dinner she wore an attractive summer dress that slipped over the curves of her hips and it drew the appropriate compliments from him.  At the end of the night she invited him up to her bedroom, and they lay together fully dressed and kissed each other.  His tongue rolled playfully around the inside of her lips and tickled the roof of her mouth.  He caressed her breasts with a gentle pushing and squeezing.  He seemed to have good hands and a sensitivity that she liked in her men.  He kissed her sensually along the side of her neck, behind her ear and along her shoulder – at least as much as he could get with her dress on.  She found this exciting, particularly the mixture of his warm breath and wet kisses along her neck.  His hands slid along her legs but he was taking his time and resisted reaching for her crotch area.  There was something she found exciting about lying next to him with her dress up above her panty line, even though he couldn’t see much in the near total darkness. 

She suggested a change of lighting and got up brought a candle to the bedside and lit it.  As she was sitting on the bed turning off the light, he sat behind her and ran his hands along the length of both sides, kissing the back of her neck.  She let herself relax under his kiss.  He suggested a few less clothes and tugged gently on the bottom of dress.  She lifted her hips and quickly her dress went over the top of her head and as they remained sitting with him behind her.  He moved his body away a bit as his face placed kisses around her shoulders and back.  He unhooked her bra as he kissed her, slid the straps off of her shoulders and his hands found their way to the front of her bra.  As he removed the bra his hands cupped both breasts.  They were only a handful now since she had had them reduced.  Once in awhile she wondered if the men in her life would have liked her to keep them at their original size, but she was glad every day that her breasts were now a more normal size.  It was hard to tell if her back hurt less as a result but she liked to think it did.  He continued spooning her from behind, his kisses on her neck and his hands on her breasts until her nipples became tight, stretched and more sensitive to his gentle caresses.

She turned around toward him, feeling uncomfortable that she was in just her panties and he was still fully dressed.  She asked him to remove his clothes while she stretched out and watched him.  When he was down to his shorts, he kissed her on her legs – first on one then the other, back and forth between them.  She felt that he wanted her to open her legs but in new relationships she was always too shy to just open them up.  It was as though she would be giving into her wanton desires in an unladylike way.  Deep down she was so afraid of becoming a slut.  He moved past her panties and kissed her on her belly and she reached down with her hands urging him to return to her face, which he did.

He kissed her rather hungrily around her face and neck while his body lay on top of hers.  She liked the feeling of his body on hers, crushing her slightly with his nudeness.  She was getting more turned on by this kissing then the kissing of her legs.  He was turned on too and she could feel the hardness between his legs rock over her mound.  Her legs did open now to his movement.  Her conflicts were beginning to disappear.  She was touching his back and feeling his rather pronounced muscles.  They were large and hard and smooth and it was exciting her just to touch them.  He moved down a bit on her and kissed her nipple, holding her breast firm with one hand.   His body moved slightly off of her and his other hand gently ran across her panties and in between her legs.  A finger found the slit below the cotton and it ran slowly up and down her swelling lips.  He returned to kissing her lips and she actively returned the caress of his lips.  She was enjoying his ministrations around her moistening pussy.

His fingers slid under the edge of her panties and he pulled them to one side.  His whole palm pressed against her naked mound and crept slowly downward.  A fingertip played with the opening to her tunnel, just rimming a circle around the edge, picking up some moisture and pulling it up into her slit.  Again repeated.  And again.  Only entering her tunnel to the depth of one knuckle.  In and out; up and down.  Then he stayed, playing in her hole, hooking his finger in deeper and stretching it – first this way and then that way.  He followed with a few deep thrusts into her tunnel but before she could get into a rhythm, he left her tunnel and moved along her slit toward her clitoris.  She was feeling good and ready to give into her feelings.  Her feelings that she really was a slut.  Her feelings that she was about to let this man who she knew slightly have his way with her.  His manipulating hand felt so good. 

His finger barely touched the end of her clit and he began a flicking movement right at its edge.  Like the flame of the candle next to her bed his finger brushed quickly and lightly across her way too sensitive clitoris.  This motion immediately drove her crazy.  Her hips started to move as he kept up the rhythm, working a little faster each time but never putting much pressure on it despite the fact that her thrusting hips caused his finger to move around slightly.  She was cumming and she wondered if she should try to hide it.  It was so quick yet although she knew she could have multiple orgasms, she just didn’t want him to think their lovemaking was over.  He seemed to sense this and kissed her in a sensitive spot just below her ear burying his face into the nook of her shoulder and neck, while she let out a long obvious moan. 

His hand stopped moving as she finished cumming but it stayed resting against her mound.  She started to say something and he cut her off with a kiss on the lips.  His hand moved caressingly over her crotch not focussing on her hotspots but calming her.  And then along the insides of her thighs and the kisses began again.  He certainly was not stopping.   She kissed him gratefully.  He began to move his face down her body kissing her sides and nipples and breasts.  As he continued lower he pulled her panties down along her legs.  She put her legs together to make it easier.  Again his face was in her stomach and approaching her pussy.  She wondered why she felt so embarrassed to have a man put his face in between her when she loved it so much once it was going.  Of course, some men were better than others, but she was pretty sure he would be great.  Nonetheless, she waited for him to open her legs rather than volunteer what she wanted.  His face felt wonderful in between her legs as he kissed each inner thigh and placed kisses around her pussy before focussing on any particular spot.  His tongue licked the length of her slit and opened it up.  Up and down his tongue moved depositing additional moisture to the area, especially over her clit.  Her hands were gripping the strong muscular of his shoulders – her fingertips pressing in the crevices between them.

He made his tongue loose and flat and ran it over her clit putting more moisture on it.  She couldn’t tell if it was her moisture or his, because she was sure leaking plenty of moisture on her own.  She loved what his tongue was doing, licking in a circular motion around her clitoris and along its sides.  Steady, constant, to an unheard beat.  Her hips were rocking to a slow beat almost without her being conscious of it.  Actually consciousness was rather hard for her to find at the moment because all she could think or feel was about his tongue and her clit.  She was going to come again and felt a little guilty that he was doing all the work but she was not going to interrupt him. 

On their dates when he would talk about sex, he would always brag about how good he was.  She realized he wasn’t just bragging.  And he hit the spot again.  Wow.  She was going to explode and she moaned loudly.  Suddenly he wrapped his lips around her clit and began to suck on it just as another orgasmic wave enveloped her.  Ohhh.  Her hips arched up.  And as her hips started to relax back to the bed a fingertip in her ass (oh god) making her quickly arch again.  And this time she was spent and she had to get some space between them.  She became too sensitive to his touch.  He complied but not before teasing her a bit with a tickle here and there.  And she was very ticklish.  She pushed him away from her, laughing while she did.

He turned on his side, his back to, toward the outside of the bed and lit a cigarette.  She snuggled up against his body her eyes peeking at his hard on under the boxer shorts.  The cigarette would give her just enough time to relax.  She sniggled against the muscles of his back and slowly caressed him with her hands.  She realized that she often felt as though she had a duty to please a man.  Kind of an unwritten tit for tat.  But right now she felt a strong desire to please him.  She wanted him to feel as good as she did.  She wanted to please him like no other woman had.  She realized she wanted him back early and often.

As he was putting out his cigarette she reached out and gently caressed the length of his cock.  He responded immediately turning slowly toward her touch.  She kissed him along the side of his back and moved slowly toward his crotch.  He lay on his back as she pulled his pole through the slit in his shorts.  She quickly positioned herself over his middle and lowered her mouth over the head of his stiff projectile.  It was quite long but not too thick and she easily brought the top of it into her mouth.  Using her hand and her mouth simultaneously she moved up and down along the shaft.  She was glad that he remained still.  She disliked it when men forced their penis into her mouth by moving their hips in and out.   She was afraid of getting it in too deep and choking.  It had happened before.  He had his hands in her hair but he wasn’t pulling her head, which could have the same effect as pushing his hips.

After about 10 minutes his hands urged her head up to his face and she kissed him.  She preferred sex in the missionary position and she invited him to come inside her, lying on her back while he took off his shorts.  He positioned himself over her but kept his weight on his arms, so that his body floated above her.  He probed her pussy lips with the tip of his prick.  Rocking slightly, he prodded her opening.  Then surprising her, he found her moist slit and ran the soft fleshy tip up to her clit.  She loved the feeling as he moved it up and down along her slit with the head of his cock…  She could feel her juices flowing.  He continued this for some time and quietly laid his weight down on her, never breaking the movement between them.  He reached down and putting his hands under her knees lifted her legs opening her pussy wide.  He positioned his cock at the entrance to her tunnel again and slid it in just an inch, pulling it out.  Back and forth he played with the first inch of her pussy until she wanted more of him in her.  She tried to thrust her hips at him with each movement he made downward.  Her legs were draped over his shoulders and when he leaned forward, he was able to control her rocking and thrusting better than she was.  Nonetheless her attempts and the added friction it created added to both of their abandon.  She was grabbing more and more of him with each thrust.  She could feel the animal in him taking over and the careful manipulator giving way to raw passion.  He was pumping her fast now and nothing was going to stop him.  She was usually a little scared when men lost control in sex.  She had her usual quick flash of being raped then realized how much she was enjoying this, how wet she was.   She hugged his back and his biceps tightly, she was grunting something to encourage him, and she was about to cry.

Part 1 in the yesterdays weblog.  Warning: explicit description of sexual activity is included.

NIGHT TWO

Debi had all day to think about it, too.  She kept recalling the sight of his huge cock, lying against his naked stomach when her sister pulled the covers back last night.  He wanted her.  He wanted her bad and she did notice his crotch all day and saw the outline of his hardon a couple of times.  Poor baby, she thought and realized that she enjoyed teasing him.  She thought she was doing her sister a favor by teasing him.  She certainly seemed in a good mood this morning.  So she kept flirting with him all day.  She used word play with suggestive double entendres.  She touched him frequently with her hands.  Occasionally bumping into him, body against body; her firm breasts pressed up against his shoulders or his back. 

She decided that if she had the opportunity, she would take him up on his body rub tonight.  But as they lay down around the living room, after dinner, she became impatient with waiting for one of them to raise it and finally asked.  “Is your offer for a massage, still open?”  She was lying on her side in the middle of the living room.  “Yes!  Yes!” he said trying in vain not to sound too anxious.  She put the throw pillow under her head and rolled over onto her stomach.  “Well I’m ready,” she said.

“No, no, we must do it right,” her sister jumped in.  “Let’s get set up.  You need to take off those clothes in order for him to use his long smooth strokes.  While your doing that I will put some cushions on the floor.”

When Debi returned from the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, the lights in the room had been replaced with the light from about eight candles spread around the room.  The cushions from the couch had been placed on the floor and a sheet wrapped around them.  Her sister was sitting in the single chair that framed the open space now filled with the makeshift bed.  Ken stood next to the bed towering over it watching Debi with intense eyes as she walked into the room. 

Debi quickly got down on the sheet removing the towel from her as she lowered herself, laying it across her behind.  She was proud of how gracefully she was able to make this move in one easy movement.  Ken got a glimpse of her breasts and she knew that.  He also noticed she was still wearing her white cotton panties.   It signaled her blushing innocence and Ken found that even more exciting.

He had his special massage oil which could be used sparingly and had a pleasant scent.  He warmed it in his hands and used large broad circular strokes across her back.  Spending plenty of time on her back, shoulders and neck, his strokes were firm, squeezing the larger muscles but quite gently relaxing Debi.  He did each arm individually even rubbing each finger.  He returned to her back after doing both arms but this time his strokes were very slow and gentle, almost giving Debi goosebumps.  He had a hardon the entire time and his wife seemed almost fixated on it.

He then focused on her lower back and worked his way below the line of the towel but didn’t go below the waistband of the panties she still wore.  As he kneaded her hips and lower back, he couldn’t help but admire the naked slope of her creamy back.  She was a beautiful young girl, he thought.  He could tell the effect was beginning to get sensual.  He replaced the towel and moved around to reach her feet.  This time he massaged her feet while she was on her stomach by lifting each foot so that her knee was bent to a 90° angle.  In this position the towel lifted just enough and her legs were spread just enough for him to see that she was actually wearing a white thong.  So as he massaged her feet, he was peeking at her ass.  His wife said, “Have a nice view, honey?”  And he responded that her sister has as nice a back as she did.  “It must run in the family.” 

After putting her second leg back on the makeshift bed, he began to massage her legs rubbing up and down – each time going higher and higher.  He moved all the way up her leg, surrounding it with both hands and slowly just creasing the inside of her pussy with the top of his inside hand.  He wouldn’t stay there – just crease her pussy and roll his hands away, move down the leg and back up again.  First he did one leg and then the other.  Debi had her eyes closed and was in total enjoyment.

“Only two more muscles left on this side and we’ll do the other.  How are you doing, Deb?” he asked.  She murmured as she thought about what she will use the one towel to cover when she turned over.  If she wasn’t so relaxed she would have been startled as Ken moved beside her and lifted the towel from one side to show half of her ass.  But she was enjoying the whole thing too much to complain and it should be her sister who complains if it goes too far.  Ken put both hands on the semicircle of her rump and squeezed and kneaded and pressed and Debi loved it.  He moved over to the other side and did it the same way.  After a bit of a vigorous action, his fingertips did find their way along the insides of her crack, although he replaced the towel.  She was still wearing her thong, so he never got into any truly sensitive spots.  (Or at least, that was how Debi was justifying it.)

He then straddled her in the small of her back with one knee on each of her sides and his face facing her feet.  He reached under the towel and very gently began to rub her ass in large motions that contoured her plump ass.  When both hands slide over the bottom of her ass cheeks, it felt great, and Debi was quietly moaning.  He could almost feel the vibrations of her moan within the arch of his legs.  His wife gave him a fingered hi-sign while she grinned her approval.  She was sitting leaning forward in her chair with her legs crossed.  The leg on top was swaying back and forth strongly enough to shake her hips in rhythm. 

He continued to rub her ass and lower back and he eventually removed the towel with no objection from Debi.  Her moans seemed involuntary and were at their height when his hands moved slowly and gently from top to bottom with his thumbs running along the inside of her rump.  Sometimes he would gently pull her crack open causing her to feel the strap of her thong to fit tighter in her crack.  Sometimes he would gently run the thumbs one right behind the other right down the middle of her crack touching the strap of her thong with the tips of his thumbs.  Debi would just moan, louder now so her sister could hear.

“Time to turn over, Deb” and she responded with something mumbled about being all done.  “No your not!” said her sister.  “I’ll help you turn her over.”

And she got up and grabbed her head and shoulders while Ken took her feet and with a little help from Debi they had her turned over in a an instant.  Debi put her arms in front of her breasts and felt naked.  You could still see much of her breasts.  While they were probably a B cup, they were full and looked like they might even still be growing.  They were at that stage of breast development where their growth was keeping the skin taut and the shape firm even lying down. 

She didn’t know where the towel was, but Ken retrieved it and placed it over her breasts.  He massaged her face and head, around her ears.  Debi found this (and the surprising towel move) relaxed her.  Kneeling above her head with his back to his wife, Ken massaged her neck and the top of her shoulders.  He then moved to her side, removing the towel from her breasts and placing it over Debi’s face.  It felt to Debi a bit like an ostrich hiding their head while the rest of their body is exposed.  His hands roamed over her entire chest including breast and non breast parts.  Her nipples were rock hard and standing at attention.  If she could see what Ken saw she would be embarrassed.

He reached across and pulled up the skin from her far side up toward her breast, eventually both hands converging around the volume of her breast sliding gently across her nipples.  He switched his movements to one hand following the other, each stroke starting at her side and moving toward her middle over her breasts and over her stomach.  The movements became gentle and fast and Debi was back in her ecstasy.  He moved around her to do the other side.  Ken noticed that his wife was sitting with her legs akimbo on the seat of the chair and her hands resting in the crotch of her sweatpants.

Ken finished her chest with fluttering touches across her stomach and breasts.  He alternated with a few slow well contacted strokes.  His hands would roam down across her stomach and even across the front of her panties, then down the top flat sides beside her mons and to the top of her thighs.  He used slow gentle strokes that started at one end – her feet, for example – and then slid all the way up her legs, across her torso, around the curves of her breasts and up her neck to finish with all ten fingers working their way through her hair to the top of her head.  And then he would reverse it going down.  Debi put her hands under her head and stretched, arching her back, while Ken continued his stroking.

“Should I give her the full hand treatment?” Ken asked his wife.  “I hear no objections from Debi.  Give her your magic touch finish.” 

Ken focused on Debi’s breasts, especially her nipples.  He tweaked them and tickled them by running one finger tip across and around her areola.  They were probably as big as they had ever been but Debi could just feel them and imagine.  Ken moved slowly down her front toward her sides.  He slipped his fingers into the waistband of Debi’s thong and smoothly removed them as he slid his hands down her legs, pulling them over her feet.  The sides went down easily but the very center strap stuck to her pussy before Ken’s continuous slide tugged it out.  She was soaking wet.

Ken lifted one of Debi’s limp legs and opened her up.  He sat in between her legs and started each hand on her ankle and moved up both legs at the same time.  As he neared the junction of her legs his hands stopped forming a circle around her pussy.  He ran the edges of his thumbs lightly through the light blonde hairs of her pussy.  She trimmed her pussy but still left most of her natural thin hair.  It was a very fine texture.  Here he was, thought Ken, with his hands all around Debi’s naked pussy. God, life was good to him.

He started slowly using light patting movements over her hairy mons.  Debi was having trouble containing all of her excitement in her stretches and her hips were moving.  “Do her right and you will be rewarded royally, Ken” his wife whispered so all could hear.

Ken then look some oil and dripped it onto her clit directly from the bottle.  It felt cool to Debi but didn’t have a cooling effect.  With one finger he rubbed the oil into the folds of her region, giving equal time to all the parts between the top of her clit to the top of her pussy.  He hardly had to move his finger at all as he followed the movement of Debi’s hips, letting his finger go farther down as she lifted her hips.  He gradually shifted from one finger to his whole palm, caressing across the full space of her swollen lips.

Ken shifted to straddle one leg so he could get a better angle with his hand.  He pulled the skin above her clit up and taut, exposing her clit.  The oil still provided a lubricated surface and he used one finger of his other hand to rub lightly along the side of her clit.  He found a spot and Debi started to rotate her hips wildly but Ken continued to focus on her clit like a rider on a bucking bronco.  He shifted his hands so one continued to play with her clit – this time with two fingers running up and down on either side, pulling and moving the outer skin of her clit.  His other hand moved lower and his finger poked at the opening to her vagina.  Debi was completely out of control.  Her hands were still under her head but she was writhing now and Ken sometimes had to reposition his hands. 

He moved around and straddled her stomach, in part as a way of keeping her pussy still and went to work on her clit and her cunt at the same time.  He could tell Debi loved it when his finger poked into her opening and he played mostly on the rim with an occasional penetration.  Sometimes he would stop the movement of one hand to focus her attention on the other.  In this way he continued to drive her into frenzy, moving from activity on her clit to her cunt.  She was ready to cum anytime, he knew.  After teasing her for a few more minutes he rubbed her clit unrelentingly, letting the tension continue to build within her.  Her hip muscles were tired from wriggling under his weight and she opened her legs, lifting her knees.  She was letting her sister’s husband – Ken, who always had a hardon around her – see her at her most exposed and touch her wherever he wanted.  She just knew she didn’t want him to stop. 

He continued on both orifices at once with two fingers penetrating her cunt and looking for her g-spot.  His other hand was not quite touching her clit but it was rubbing very fast now near it and pulling it up and down creating an almost vibrating experience for Debi.  She came loudly and her sister chuckled softly.  But Debi’s moans were serious and deep with multiple orgasmic releases coming one after another.  When she thought she was done, the orgasms continued for a few more uncontrollable spasms.  When she began to push at Ken’s back, he finally stopped and just laid one hand to rest over her mons as a sort of an ending. 

Debi was exhausted and more aware that she was the only one in the room that was naked.  Ken got off her and had more than a little trouble standing up with his hardon stuck in his pants. He went and got another sheet for Deb to wrap around herself while his wife went to get Debi a glass or wine.  Soon they were all comfortably sitting in the living room again with Debi wrapped modestly in her sheet, talking about how good Ken’s massages were.

To be continued….