"Where did she ever learn such things?" a horrified mother may ask while an equally horrified father can only hold up his hands in a gesture of frustration.
It is the nature of the human to be born, basic behavioral patterns established by genes, instinct a part of the package, but then comes the biggest factor, that of environmental influence.
The environmental factor begins in the home, of course, where parents, frequently without being aware of it, are already shaping the lives of their offspring, implanting in them the factors which will make them receptive to other environmental factors later, when they wander away from the parental nest and come into contact with the outside world.
There is so much to learn, so much which is imposed on the young during the early developmental phase that it is hardly surprising when the 'victim' of forced education turns from the preordained "paths of learning what one must learn and seeks other areas of mind expansion, the areas marked "Do Not Trespass."
School and church and society generally, all insist to the early wanderer that "you must learn this and this and this, but you must not learn that."
The "THAT" is the area of sexuality, the forbidden fruit, and one does not wonder that after years of having been forced to learn all the approved things, young minds begin to resist, to say, in effect, "I have learned these things you have told me I must learn, now I am going to push the walls aside and learn all the things you have kept hidden from me."
It is at this point that the teachers take over. With needs and problems of their own, seeking escape from their own frustrations, they are more than willing to offer the hand of friendship and of seduction to the young and the innocent and the eager.
Other teachers are strident, authoritarian, the bosses of life. In contrast, these teachers are warm and gentle and persuasive.
In actual case histories, come meet these people who teach sex.
CASE HISTORY 1
As Connie prepared for her marriage to Tom, she was filled with excitement. Although still a virgin, Connie was eagerly anxious to change that state. She was aware that there would be pain involved, but she accepted that as a part of the package. The pain would pass, she told herself and then her body would be open to enjoy all the pleasures of sex for as long as she lived.
As their wedding day approached, their petting grew more and more passionate and they lowered all the bars, all except the ultimate one of sexual intercourse. Until then, Tom had gone along with her limits, the fondling of her thighs stopping at the tops of her nylons, and feeling her breasts and buttocks only through her clothes, but the new rules, in the days before their marriage, allowed his hands to feel all the way up her thighs, to feel nylon where panties snugged in her crotch and to open the top of her dress to see and feel how her breasts filled the cups of her bra.
The evening before the wedding day, they went to the apartment where they would live and, after petting for a while, they agreed to abide by their decision of not having intercourse until they were married, but to go farther than ever before.
Connie trembled with excitement when Tom took her dress off, then his hands were moving over her as they shared more passionate kisses, then he guided her hand to the front of his pants where his penis bulged with exciting strength.
Until then, Connie had seen the penis of a little boy, but never a man's and she sensed that she would before the evening was over. When she squeezed the bulge, he groaned and she told him in a low whisper that she wanted to see it.
Getting off the couch, he smiled down at her as he began undressing. When he pushed his pants down, Connie gave a squeal of delight as she saw his hard penis trying to burst through his tight briefs. In just seconds, she thought, she was going to see her first erect penis and her breath caught in her throat as Tom caught the waistband of his last garment.
The briefs went down, his penis leaped out and Connie gasped.
"It's so big, darling," she told him, panting. "It's so big and strong and beautiful. Bring it to me and let me feel it. Let me feel that beautiful big thing that's going to stretch my little pussy when you stick it in me tomorrow night."
"Yes dear," he replied, smiling, "I'll give it to you to play with tonight, then tomorrow night I'm going to stick my hard prick in your tender, virginal little cunt and fuck you."
"Oh Tom, we've never said the words before. It's so exciting. Bring me that great big prick now so I can feel it in my hand and think about feeling it in my hot little cunt. Ooh, the words are so exciting, darling," she said, then he got back onto the couch.
A gentle hand closed around the big head of his organ and she told him it felt like velvet, then she wrapped her other hand around the shaft and thrilled to the hardness and strength of the big penis and he shared her thrill.
"This is where the cream comes out when you let it shoot?" she asked and touched it gently with the tip of a finger.
"That's right, Darling and if you keep holding my cock like that, you'll soon see it shooting," he told her and grinned.
"Oh Tom, I'd love to see you shooting your cream. I won't be able to see it when you're shooting itin my pussy, will I?"
"No dear. When that happens, my cock will be buried in your cunt, right to the hilt. Tell you what, later, after we've played for a long time, I'll have to fire my load or my balls will blow up. I'll pull myself and let you watch, or better yet, I'll show you how to pull me off. That should be a real treat. I've never had anyone jack me off."
Connie was eager to do it then and there, but he explained that it would spoil his fun and that they should play first, then he was unhooking her bra and she was squirming and panting.
"Oh Tom, you're going to be the first man who ever looked at my titties," she told him, then he slipped the last hook and pulled the garment off.
"Oh Connie," he gasped, "what a beautiful set of tits. What yummy big beauts," he went on as he fondled them while her bottom squirmed on the wide couch and she felt like the most beautiful woman in the world.
Trembling fingers elongated pink nipples, then he surprised her by taking a breast in his mouth to suck it as she groaned weakly and pressed against him, urging him on.
"Oh darling, I love the way you suck my tit. Do it some more. Oh darling, it feels so good. It makes me so horny I can't stand it."
But Connie stood it very well as he sucked all he could get into his mouth, then partially released the breast so that he sucked only the nipple. He worked on both breasts for a long time with his hands as well as his mouth, and when he finished, they saw her elongated nipples shining wetly as their love and their lust soared.
Tom shifted his attention to her panties and the surrounding skinscape and Connie loved that as well.
"Lie face down, dear," he told her. "Every time I ever saw you in tight pants I wanted to peel them off and get my hands on your ass. Oh Jesus, what a beauty it is," he panted as his hands rubbed nylon and silken skin, delighting in the firmness of her nicely rounded buttocks.
After he had been playing for a long time, Tom's hands caught the top of the white nylon panties, then he pulled them down with delightful slowness, panting loudly as he bared her perfectly formed bottom, then his hands went back to the flawless cheeks and savored warm, silken skin. She wriggled when his fingers probed the deep valley between and she let out a little gasp when she felt the tip of a finger probing her anus as he told her that it was a beautiful one, his favorite shade of pink.
"I'll bet you have something else that's pink and beautiful between your legs," he told her as he pulled the panties all the way down and took them off.
"I'm not sure, dear," she replied. "I think I left it home on my dresser. I didn't think I'd use it tonight."
"Maybe you won't use it for fucking," he said, "but I'm sure going to see it and feel it. Roll over and open your legs, darling. Show me your beautiful cunt. Show me the cunt I'm going to fuck tomorrow."
Sighing excitedly, Connie turned over, lay on her back with her thighs pressed tightly together and Tom stared at the bushy triangle at the junction of tummy and thighs, then he was her legs opening and her knees bending up to display her most secret region to him.
"Oh darling," Tom gasped. "I can see your cunt. It's so beautiful. I've got to touch it, feel it."
His hand went into her crotch and Connie sighed as it moved gently over her vulva, then there was a finger pushing between the lips, invading her in the way a big penis would be invading her in less than twenty-four hours, she thought, as it moved slowly in and out.
"Is this the way you finger yourself when you're feeling horny?" Tom asked.
"Sort of. How did you know I ever did that?"
"Everybody does. It's a perfectly natural thing to do. Wait a minute, I've got an idea. Look, you want to see me pulling myself and shooting, so I'll do it, but first, you finger your pussy and let me watch you having a come."
"Oh-Tom, I'm not sure I could do it. I never let anyone see me doing it."
"Neither did I, Connie, but I'm going to do it for you. Please, close your eyes, pretend you're all alone and diddle yourself while I watch you. After you have a come, I'll jerk myself off and show you how my cream shoots."
"All right, darling, but I'm going to be nervous about it, at first anyway. Maybe once I get started it will be easier. When I get horny in bed, I usually start playing with my boobs first, like this. I make my nipples get hard and sensitive, like this, and pretty soon my behind is squirming on the sheet."
"God, this is exciting to watch, Connie. Keep your eyes closed and pretend I'm not here," Tom urged.
"I think of you and of how we necked," she went on, her eyes closed, passion beginning to show in her tone, "and I pretend you're still with me, right in my bed. My nightie is pulled up under my chin or it's right off, then I keep one hand on a tit and let the other one rub slowly down my belly.
"I can feel your hand rubbing my belly, darling," she said in a husky whisper. "Your other hand is fondling my boob and you're working your way down to my pussy. Oh, I can feel it rubbing over my pussy bush and squeezing it. It feels so good, I'm getting sexy. I'm opening my legs for you now. Ooh, your hand is so close to my cunt, Tom. Oh ... oh, it's touching my pussy, it's rubbing ... I'm so hot, darling ... so horny ... Ooohhh, it's lovely the way you rub my pussy.
"Oh Tom darling," she panted as she lived the strong fantasy, "your finger ... I can feel it between the lips of my pussy ... it's going in ... it's in my cunt now," she went on, her body writhing in passion, her back arched as she pushed the finger into her organ.
"Oh Tom, darling, it isn't your finger now, it's your big prick. You've got your prick in my cunt and you're fucking me. Yes lover ... darling ... yes ... fuck me in the cunt with your strong cock ... It's working in and out of my slit ... it's fucking me ... It feels so good, darling. Oh Tom, it's fucking up higher now," she panted. "I can feel it rubbing right on my clit ... I'm so horny ... my clit is so sensitive now ... it's going to make me have a come. ... Just a little more, darling ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... I'm coming, darling, I'm coming ... I can feel it ... here it ... uh..."
And then her words broke and became cries of lust as orgasm swept over her and she squirmed and writhed madly on the couch, Tom's aroused penis throbbing and twitching as he feasted his eyes on the naked body of the squirming, climaxing beauty.
"Christ darling," he told her when her eyes were able to open after the spasms passed, "that had to be the most exciting thing ever. I'll never forget that as long as I live. I'll want you to do it for me again, often maybe."
"I'll do anything you want, darling," Connie said, sighing. "Will you pull yourself now so I can see your cream shooting?"
"Sure. I'm really ready to blast off. Hey, wait a minute. Where am I going to shoot it? We don't want to get the couch all sticky. I know what would work and be real exciting too. Let me shoot in your panties."
"Sure, if you want to. Does that make it more fun?"
"Yeah. It does for me anyway. Once, when I was a kid, I stole a pair of panties off a clothesline. They felt so silky when I wrapped them around my prick, then I thought about a woman wearing them while I jerked off. It was really something. I've liked panties ever since."
"Well, from now on, you can play with mine anytime you like," Connie said with a smile. "With me in them, then you take them off for me."
"Yeah, I've been thinking a lot about that, dear," he said as he picked up the panties he had dropped when he took them off her, and she saw his body tremble as he wrapped the nylon around his stiff penis.
"You won't hide your cock in my panties when you shoot, will you?" Connie asked, concerned as he went on playing with himself. "I want to see how your cream shoots."
"You'll see it all right," he assured her. "The way I feel right now, I think I'm going to shoot lots of it, then my prick will get small and soft."
"Will it take you long to have your come?"
"Hell no. It's going to happen too fast, once I start pulling myself. I think I'll do it now. The roots of my cock are starting to get sore from being hard too long."
Standing by the couch, Connie close beside him, he folded the panties into a pad which he held in his left hand, then he began masturbating slowly with his right.
"Oh Tom, let me do it for you," Connie said with excitement. "I want to take your big cock in my hand and make it shoot."
Delighted with her suggestion, Tom took his hand off his penis and she replaced it with hers, masturbating very slowly as she had seen him doing, thrilling to the feel of the big, hard organ as it slid back and forth.
"This is great, Connie," he told her. "Your hand is so soft and gentle. Pulling myself was never as thrilling as this. Oh damn it, I'm going to come so fast," he groaned, then Connie was squealing with glee as she heard him grunting and panting as his semen shot into the panties in his hand.
"There's so much of it, darling," she said as spurt after spurt of semen shot strongly into the balled nylon and then it stopped and she saw a final pearl of the fluid and watched as he squeezed the softening organ and wiped the head with her panties before putting them down.
"Ooh, that was so good," he told her. "My knees feel weak and rubbery. I'm going to let you pull me off a lot from now on."
It seemed an innocent enough remark at the time and Connie couldn't have known that later she would have good reason to recall the statement and the circumstances very often in the future.
The next day was hectic and both were properly nervous through the wedding ceremony and the festivities which followed it. As he looked at his beautiful bride in her white gown and veil, Tom tried to look through it to see her as he had the previous evening, in lingerie and in beautiful nudity.
His thoughts caused his penis to stiffen and give him some nervous moments as he wondered whether the bulge could be seen by others. Eventually the ceremony was over and then the rest of the events were too and the bride and groom were at the lake resort where they were to spend a week before returning to their new apartment.
As they undressed in their room, the big moment at hand, Connie was still eager for her first sample of sexual intercourse. She was prepared for the pain of it, but the thought didn't detract from her eagerness.
When she removed her bra, Connie would have taken her panties off as well, but he told her to leave them on and assured her he would take them off for her when the time came. He had her leave her black garter belt and nylons as well, then he finished undressing as she stared excitedly at his rampant organ, hungering to feel it in her vagina, stretching and filling her.
Getting onto the bed, they began playing with each other, talking excitedly of how they were going to make love and how wonderful it was going to be. Tom played with her breasts for just a little while, then he sent his hands farther down her body until they found black nylon panties which caressed her body tightly.
After much fondling of the crotch and seat of her panties, Tom had her lie on her tummy, then he knelt astride her thighs and she felt him rubbing his hard penis on the nylon which sheathed a portion of her beautiful bottom.
"Don't rub it too much, dear," she said, giggling, "or you may have an accident."
"Don't worry, I won't," he assured her as he went on rubbing, "but it sure would be a beautiful place to have an accident though."
Connie thought he was kidding and went on thinking so as his penis rubbed over the seat of her panties and down toward her crotch, then the sound of his breathing changed, as did the urgency of his rubbing and she knew instinctively that he was going to ejaculate on her and that it wouldn't be an accident.
"Oh Tom, take my panties off and stick your lovely prick in my pussy. Fuck me, darling. Give me my fuck."
"I can't," he said with a groan as his knees moved so that he held her thighs tightly in their grip. "I'm going to go off ... I can't hold back. ... It's too late now."
Seconds later, his words were confirmed as he shot a spurt of semen onto her panties where they curved into her crotch, then he was aiming the semen all over her panties as he panted and gasped as though unable to breathe. When he finished spurting, he squeezed his penis, produced a few more drops of the fluid, then he rubbed them on her panties.
"Oh Connie baby," he panted, "your little panties are all full of cream. It looks so beautiful, so exciting. I'll rub it around for you."
As he smeared the sticky fluid over her panties with both hands, Connie was glad he had enjoyed the act, but terribly disappointed that she hadn't taken his semen in her vagina as she had so wanted.
Later, when Connie told him her panties felt sticky and made her uncomfortable, he took them off and went to the bathroom with them where he spent a long time washing them, obviously relishing the chore and telling her that he would like to wash all her panties for her.
Later, they went to the dining room, ate, drank and danced, then returned to their room when he told her his penis was erect again. When he began playing with her panties again, she pleaded with him to take them off so that they could make love before he had another accident.
Almost grudgingly, he took the panties off, then he was mouthing her without any preparation. Connie wanted him to play with her some more, to lubricate her vagina, but decided not to mention it for fear of sounding like a nag. She knew she could be more highly aroused and that it would make the act more enjoyable, but she said nothing and then his penis was hurting her as it pushed into her unprepared vagina.
A few little cries escaped her, but her husband didn't seem to hear them as he stuffed his big organ into her, then she cried out loudly when he broke her hymen.
"Hold on, Connie, it'll soon be over," he panted as he rode her, his penis pistoning hard where fires were burning inside her, then his body was jerking strongly on her and he was firing his charge into her warm depths and it was all over as he lay heavily atop her, their sweat mingling.
To her dismay, Connie found that the act had been totally without pleasure for her. Instead of the pain and pleasure she had expected, there had been only pain and she hoped it would be better the next time they tried the act.
Her discomfort continued for a couple of days, but Tom proved to be most considerate, telling her they would postpone intercourse until her vagina felt better. In the meantime though, he had plenty of the kind of sex he liked, kneeling astride her thighs and masturbating by rubbing his penis on her panties, sometimes varying the act by lying atop her while she wore panties, and rubbing himself off on her nylon sheathed behind.
After each such performance, he would smear the semen all over her panties, then take them off and go wash them. Connie felt he was too enthusiastic about masturbating and suspected he was relieved that he didn't have to waste his semen in intercourse. She could only hope that it was just a temporary thing and that once the novelty wore off, Tom would want to give up the game and enjoy sex in a more conventional style.
That was still Connie's hope when their honeymoon ended with the score; sexual intercourse 3--masturbation on panties 10. What made the score even worse to Connie was the fact that when he did grant her intercourse, Tom hurried the act, giving her a minimum of foreplay so the act provided almost no pleasure at all for her and since her organ was not lubricated, there was some discomfort.
When they returned to their apartment, Connie tried to discuss their sex life with her husband, tried to let him know that she wasn't satisfied with the style he had chosen for them.
"Sex isn't just fucking," he told her. "It's things of all kids, whatever you enjoy."
"But what about the other person, dear? Sure I can see that you like to jerk off on my panties and I don't mind since it pleases you. But sometimes I'd like you to love me all over, make my pussy hot and slippery, then slip your big cock into me and give me a nice fuck. Surely I'm not being unreasonable, darling."
Tom had to admit that she wasn't and he told her he would try to be a better lover, but things didn't change that much. They had intercourse a little more often, but it was always with a minimum of foreplay so that her dry membranes felt pain when he inserted his penis into her.
They had been married for months before the light dawned and Connie realized what her husband was doing. He was deliberately making intercourse unpleasant for her so that she would want to give it up and have him masturbate on her panties as their only form of sex.
With that realization came anger and, though Tom denied the charge, angrily, Connie knew her guess had been correct. What she didn't know was what she was going to do about it. The thought of living through years of such a marriage was frightening, but so too were the alternatives.
In the office where she worked, there was a man who obviously had the hots for her and had been making it obvious for a long time. He was divorced, early forties and good looking, with a good sense of humor. One afternoon, when he smiled at her after she caught him admiring her thighs, Connie wondered what kind of a lover he'd be.
She told herself it was a dangerous thought, yet she found it difficult to turn off. Connie was still wondering about Dane that evening when she lay face down on the bed wearing only panties while her husband panted as he masturbated. Dane wouldn't do that, she told herself, then went on to try to imagine just how he would make love to her. Inexperienced as she was, that was difficult but her mind made a valiant effort to provide her with images in which she writhed naked with the man in erotic fore-play, both highly aroused.
In her fantasy, intercourse with the man was all she thought it should be, so great that she achieved a beautiful orgasm while his organ was pistoning in her vagina.
The fantasy refused to go away and then Tom did, on a business trip which would keep him out of town a few days. She hoped she sounded properly subtle when she mentioned that fact to Dane, then they were playing word games which ended with her agreeing to have dinner with him that evening.
When Dane called for her, Connie was dressed in her best, including her sexiest lingerie, her body carefully bathed. It was early for dinner, they agreed, so they decided on a drink first and Dane poured two.
She sat opposite him as they sipped their drinks, his eyes flicking quickly over her crossed legs and exposed portions of thighs at first, then lingering there, much more boldly. Despite her nervousness, she was able to chat easily with him, then, as though she had ordered it and fate delivered right on time, they saw heavy rain beating against the apartment window.
"I guess the hostess will have to prepare dinner," she told him. "We'd drown if we tried to go out in this rain."
Smiling, he agreed and suggested another drink first to protect them from the storm. Connie went with him to the kitchen, he put the glasses down, then she was in his arms and their kiss was wildly thrilling. She was trembling when the kiss ended, so he kissed her again, this time using his tongue in her mouth, and as their embrace progressed, she felt his organ stiffening against her. Connie sighed into his mouth, knowing he would take the lead then. She was very sure of it when a hand rubbed slowly down her back, then it was fondling a buttock as he pulled her firmly against his erection.
Their third kiss happened in her bedroom and she told herself there would be many more and that there would be more than kissing before the evening ended. While they were still kissing, she felt his fingers opening the top of her dress, then felt the zipper going down.
For just a moment, there was panic in Connie as she told herself that what she was doing was wrong, then she pushed the thought away. She had tried to get physical love from her husband and he refused to give it, he had even deprived her of pleasure in sexual intercourse and she was entitled to find out what the act was really all about.
His hands were strong yet gentle as he pulled her dress down to her waist, he raved about the beauty of her breasts, then he was working the dress over her hips and finding more to rave about as he bared her panties and thighs, then she was out of the dress and in his arms again and the kiss they shared was far more thrilling as his hands rubbed her smooth back and firm buttocks while she pressed hungrily against the bulge in his pants.
"Just let me look at you while I get ready," he told her, then Connie, in mounting passion as she watched him strip naked, saw his big penis, hard and very ready for the erotic fray.
Dane looked quietly confident without anything show offy about his attitude, then he took her in his arms again and she moaned as his mouth claimed hers and his stiff penis pressed against her tummy, throbbing with desire for her.
Getting onto the bed, they shared many more kisses as their bodies writhed together, then her bra was gone and he was fondling and sucking her breasts while cries of passion broke from her and her body refused to stop trembling and writhing under his skilled touches and passionate kisses.
When she felt a hand moving to her crotch, she parted her legs easily to welcome it, then it was stroking gently, excitingly there while his other hand and his greedy mouth continued to minister to her big, beautiful breasts.
His panted words, when he spoke, were about the beauty and excitement of her body, not her panties as it would have been with her husband, and then she was arching her back as Dane took her panties off and she was naked except for her garter belt and nylons as he raved some more over the beauty of her, then one hand went back into her crotch, this time with no nylon in the way and she was moaning again.
Connie wondered why he moved down on the bed and then she found out as he nuzzled in the triangle of her pubic foliage, then his hands held her thighs up and apart, she cried out at the feel of warm, moist breath in her crotch, then she shrieked for joy as his mouth claimed her vulva and her behind jerked up off the bed. It began as a kiss, but then it was much more than that as he sucked hungrily while she rubbed his face with her silken thighs, urging him on.
But Dane needed no urging as he sucked and lapped greedily, his hands rubbing her hips and belly, moving up to her breasts to play there, then moving back down while his tongue never stopped licking until she cried out in the approach of orgasm, then it struck and she went wild, threshing madly on the bed as wave after wave of delicious shock swept through her entire being.
"Oh Dane," she sighed, a little later. "That was the first time. It was so exciting, so good I can't describe it."
"Do you mean nobody has ever lapped your sweet, beautiful pussy before? " he asked.
"No, it had never even been kissed or even touched very much."
"That's a crime against nature, Connie," he told her, his tone low and warm. "That's the most beautiful little cunt I've ever seen and it's filled with pure nectar. At least it was until I licked it all up. I could stay in your warm crotch and eat your tender pussy forever."
"Oh yes, but I hope you'll do something else to my cunt, something I'm really starving for."
"You can be sure of that, darling, but how about another come with my tongue first? Would you like that, you beautiful angel?"
"Oh yes, Dane, you darling lover," she said with a sigh as her legs parted for him. "I'd just adore that."
His face returned to her crotch and then he was sucking and licking again as Connie decided she was going to go out of her mind with joy while he taught her that sex was far more beautiful than she had been able to imagine.
She climaxed again, but this time it was somehow different. Connie found out what the difference was as she returned to earth and realized her lover was mounting her, his weight resting on an elbow as he guided his hard penis into an opening which had been so beautifully prepared to welcome it.
The organ was long and big and strong and it stretched her, but there was no discomfort, only ecstasy as he slowly fed it to her until she had it all. Groaning with passion, Connie rubbed her hands over his smooth back, urging him on as he rode her, their panting and sighing making beautiful music for them. For Connie, the act was so beautifully different that it was as though she'd never experienced intercourse before. She told him so while he continued to ride slowly, then she panted the message that he was making a miracle happen for her. Dane understood what the miracle was as, for the first time ever, she went into orgasm with his strong penis filling and stretching her vagina, seeming to be filling her entire body.
Dane stopped stroking and she felt his member throbbing in the tightness of her as she climaxed, then he went into action again, stroking faster and allowing her more of his weight, then it was his turn and Connie held him tightly as he jerked and panted in ejaculation and she held him with her legs as well as her arms, not wanting him to get out of her well used crotch, ever.
They talked later as they sipped drinks, and Connie not wanting him to think she was just an easy lay, told of the sexual starvation of her marriage. She felt only a little disloyal to Tom as she described the act he wanted to perform over and over again and how he had made intercourse unpleasant for her, deliberately, so that she wouldn't enjoy it and would settle for having him masturbate on her panties.
"He sounds like a mess to me, darling," Dane told her, "but what about you? What are you going to do for yourself?"
Connie didn't know and told him so.
"The one thing I do know," she went on, "is that having discovered what sex can be like, I can't settle for his kind anymore. God, Dane, it was like being born into a whole new world. I guess he needs help. I'll try to make him see that. If I can't, then it will be the end, I'll have to leave him and find my own life."
"I think it's the only thing you can do, Connie. He hasn't been honest with you. He could have destroyed your life if you hadn't discovered what sex is all about. I don't feel even a little bit guilty over what I've done to you. While you're working things out, I'll be around, if you should happen to need me."
"Thanks, Dane, I know I shall. Thanks for everything."
Later, they agreed that Dane couldn't go out into the storm so they went to bed again and created a different kind of a storm, a highly erotic one which filled their bodies with delight and with content.
In the morning, their bodies met sleepily and they made beautiful love again before they showered, dressed and left the apartment together
The first night Tom was home, Connie insisted that they discuss their sex life. He still felt that there was nothing to talk about, that they were doing fine, but she wasn't about to be put off and made that clear to him.
He became angry when she suggested they see a marriage counselor together and he made it clear that he wasn't going to discuss their sex life with anyone. When the discussion ended in an impasse, he asked her to let him use her panties again.
Connie told herself that it didn't matter, that their marriage was finished so she could let him do what he wanted for his pleasure since she had Dane to give her what she wanted.
They undressed and she left only her panties on and lay face down on the bed. Tom was happy again as he knelt astride her thighs and masturbated all over her black nylon panties, telling her how great it was.
When they went to bed, he smilingly handed her a fresh pair of panties and she put them on, shrugged and lay face down again. He played with himself for a while, masturbating and rubbing the head of his penis on her panties, then he lay on her and rubbed in the motions of intercourse until she felt him twitching as his semen shot onto her panties, making them sticky again.
The following day, Connie moved out of the apartment and into Dane's. She allowed Tom to divorce her and wanted nothing from him by way of settlement. There was a new life to be built and she wanted to get on with it.
Connie has been living with Dane for more than two years now and their lives are full and contented. They don't feel they need marriage, since they enjoy a beautiful relationship without it.
In their quiet times together, they often talk about how it all started, of how Connie had been destined for a life of sexual frustration until Dane came along to teach her the joy of sex and to make a new woman of her.
CASE HISTORY 2
Widowhood was going to be difficult to adjust to, Vera knew. She was just thirty-eight when the accident took her husband from her and ended what had been a good marriage.
They'd had disagreements and fights as other couples do, but on balance it had been good. Especially good had been their sexual adjustment, and toward the end, they had still been roping as lustily as they had in the beginning.
Early in their marriage, while they were exploring sex together, a few playful spanks had led to more and then they discovered that they both enjoyed sex spanking. They explored a lot in that direction and devised many exciting games which they enjoyed playing. Sometimes, one would play the dominant role while the other was meekly submissive, other times the roles would be reversed, then there would be those long evenings when they would play both roles, play them lustily, then drift into sleep with buttocks still tingling from many stinging spanks.
But spanking was only a part of their sex life. It provided the stimulation, then they went on to other exciting acts, trying everything they could think of and enjoying it all.
After her husband had played the submissive role and had taken a spanking and a strapping with a doubled leather belt, she would continue her dominant role and force him to perform various sexual acts of tribute to her body.
A favorite form of this game called for him to kneel between her feet while she sat on the edge of a chair or lay across the bed, then he would perform cunnilingus. He always cried and sobbed as he submitted, pretending he was afraid of the act, but he invariably did it well and induced many delightfully strong orgasms for her.
At other times, after he had given her a severe spanking, he would produce a switch and tell her that there was more punishment to come. Dropping to her knees, she would beg for mercy and plead that he punish her in some other way.
After she had cried and groveled enough, he would offer her an alternative to the promised switching of her stinging, tingling behind. Sometimes, the alternative he offered involved her kneeling on all fours as he played with her red buttocks and dangling breasts, then it was time for him to prepare her anus with Vaseline. While Vera begged him not to do it, he would slowly put his penis into her tight little anal ring and then give it a good stretching as he slowly buried it to the hilt, then went on to have anal intercourse, an act he loved and, while she wasn't crazy about it, didn't mind.
Another variation on a theme called for her to go down on her knees at his feet, then take his penis in her mouth and suck it until he ejaculated and she was drinking his semen. They both loved that variation and played it often.
In the beginning of their marriage they had wanted children, but after a few years of trying, learned that it wasn't going to be possible. They considered adopting, but kept postponing it until they faced the fact that since they couldn't have children of their own, they weren't prepared to give up their precious privacy, and so they remained childless.
As a result, with her husband's death, Vera found herself totally alone. There were no sons or daughters to console her, there would never be grandchildren to love and spoil and play with. It was going to be just her and the world. They'd had some friends, but they were all couples and Vera sensed she would be a fifth wheel, useless and unwanted in their relationships.
Vera doubted that she would ever marry again and wondered if, later, after the shock and loneliness wore off, there would be sexual affairs. Even that wasn't too promising, she told herself, since not all men liked their women big, as her husband had.
He had always made a big fuss over her big breasts and buttocks, telling her not to reduce since there would be less for him to spank. By way of compromise, Vera allowed herself to remain big, but she exercised to keep her flesh firm and took good care of her skin, so that it was clear, flawless and almost girlish.
Still, she thought, while he had loved her that way, there would be others, many others, who would consider a thirty-eight year-old woman who stood five ten and weighed more than one-seventy, to be ugly fat and wouldn't want what she had to offer.
Vera was well off financially, would never have to take a job, and decided that after a few months in which she would try to adjust to her new role, she would travel for a while. Before she could do that though, fate stepped in to take a hand when death visited the neighborhood again to take the woman next door.
Although she hadn't been a close friend, they had chatted from time to time and got along reasonably well. The only thing which had prevented their becoming friends, was the fact that the woman had devoted her life to her home and her son. Vera thought the woman had been divorced years before, but she wasn't sure.
The son, who had been the object of his mother's love, had enjoyed the private life he had shared with his mother and, with her death, was left terribly alone and unable to cope with life.
Frank was twenty years old, held a clerical job, but had no friends, not even where he worked, because his mother had always been the only friend he wanted. Without her, Vera knew when she learned that the woman was dying, he was going to be totally lost.
Deciding that while helping the young man she would also help herself by having other things to think about and to do, Vera began taking him over while his mother was still in hospital.
She prepared meals for him, helped him maintain the house and spent much time just talking with him, trying to prepare him for his mother's death, which both knew to be inevitable and imminent. As a result of Vera's efforts, when death came to the woman, Frank took it surprisingly well, though there were tears which he shed while Vera held him comfortingly.
Frank didn't know of any relatives to inform of his mother's death, so Vera arranged for a private funeral and went with him. He cried a little at the cemetery, then again when they returned to her home.
As she held the crying young man, Vera felt his face rubbing subtly on her left breast. At first she told herself it was an accident, that he didn't know he was doing it, then felt his arms tightening around her and knew that whether or not he was aware of what he was doing, it wasn't an accident.
Only then did Vera begin to wonder about what the relationship between mother and son had been. As her mind worked on it, he went on holding her tightly and rubbing his face on her breast.
Shock gave way to confusion as she tried to picture the boy writhing on a bed with his very proper mother, both of them naked. Before long, confusion became sexual arousal, followed by more confusion as she felt passion taking a firm grip on her and she wondered what she was going to do about it, what she dared do.
And then it was Frank who solved the problem for her as she felt his body tense and heard him fail to stifle the little whining sounds. Vera couldn't be certain, but she was almost sure the young man was ejaculating in his pants.
Sweating and blushing, he pushed away from her, mumbling something about having to go home for a minute. Before he could stand, she saw that Frank tried to hide, the wet stain on the front of his pants.
"Come back as soon as you can, dear," she told him as he reached the door, then Vera was alone in the house, her mind racing, her body trembling with passion as she thought of how he had used her body to reach sexual climax.
Her mind began feeding her erotic images then, fantasies which involved her and the good looking young man. Unable to postpone what had to be done, she stood and pushed her girdle down her thighs, taking her panties with it, then her right hand was in her crotch, a finger stroking while sexual fantasies played on in her mind and she began dreaming of taking the young man to bed for more than fantasies. When climax came, it was strong and very beautiful.
Later, when Vera phoned Frank, he sounded shy and very nervous as he told her he would return in a few minutes and thanked her for being so good to him.
That night, Frank slept in the bedroom next to Vera's, as he had each night since the death of his mother, but as she undressed for bed that night, she felt very different. Naked, she admired herself in front of the mirror, telling herself that she was still firm and beautiful in the areas of breasts, thighs and buttocks, then she knew it was time to begin masturbating as thoughts of the young man flooded her mind and caused her to begin trembling.
On an impulse, she put a nightie on. She chose a white rayon one which was not transparent, but which clung nicely to her breasts and showed the outline of her plump buttocks. Going to his room, she knocked and he called for her to come in.
"I just wanted to say goodnight, dear," she told him.
"Thanks," he replied and managed his first small smile of the day. "You're so good to me."
He was lying on three pillows, the light on, the light cover down so that she could see his smooth bare chest, saw that it was hairless and his skin girlishly smooth. Vera knew then why she had come to his room, knew that the sight of him would further stimulate her and make her fantasies stronger and more exciting, and that the sight of her in her rayon nightie would probably do the same for him.
"Try to have a good sleep, dear," Vera told him. "I'll see you in the morning."
As she bent over to kiss him on the cheek, Vera heard his quick intake of breath and saw his eyes go to her breasts.
"Good night, dear," she repeated, then slowly straightened up, turned and left the room. As she did, she wondered whether the incident had caused him to achieve an erection and whether he would masturbate.
There was no question that she was going to as she closed her door and took her nightie off.
The bed looked inviting, but it was so far away so she stopped in front of the full length mirror and began masturbating there.
While her right hand worked in her crotch, her left moved over her body. When it touched a buttock, Vera's heart pounded as she recalled the spankings she had shared with her husband and hungered for one then. Her hand left the cheek and she fought the urge to bring it back in an brisk spank, telling herself that Frank would hear it.
Managing to resist the urge, she concentrated on masturbating, then she was panting as she climaxed and her big breasts swayed as her behind jerked. Her eyes wanted to close, but she kept them open so that she could enjoy the sight.
When it was over, Vera went to the bed, lay on her back and sighed as a hand rubbed lightly over her warm, slightly moist vulva. The worst part of the hunger for spanking had passed and the rest would be easy, she thought as fantasies came, fantasies in which she and Frank played spanking games and went on to other acts. She didn't count her orgasms, she just enjoyed them and then her body and mind were ready for sleep, drugged by the intense sexuality of the solitary session.
They were both aware of an air of tension the next day and Vera knew she was going to have to do something about it, was going to have to have a talk with Frank, though she didn't know how she would begin or what she would say to him.
The opportunity came that afternoon and showed her what to do. Frank had gone for a walk and she was in the living room, reading an illustrated spanking magazine. She was so engrossed in her reading and her thoughts that he almost caught her when he returned and she barely had time to hide the magazine under the cushion of the chair and pull the hem of her dress down before he walked into the room and caught her looking flustered and, he thought, guilty. She greeted him, then excused herself as she left the room in search of composure.
Seeing a corner of the magazine sticking out under the cushion, Frank pulled it out and almost gasped aloud as he saw the cover picture which showed a naked woman spanking a teen-aged girl who was naked except for garter belt and nylons, her legs kicking, pink blotches showing on her upturned buttocks.
His penis stiffened instantly and he tugged it into a more comfortable position and his fingers trembled as he began leafing through the book. It was more exciting to him than any pictures he had ever seen and he went on looking at the pictures of men and women spanking and strapping naked behinds in various poses.
"Naughty, naughty," Vera said as she stood beside him, understanding why he hadn't heard her approach.
He gasped and dropped the magazine, then Vera saw that his face was flushed and that there were beads of perspiration on his forehead.
"It's all right, dear," she told him quickly. "You almost caught me reading the same book when you came in. That's why I looked so flustered. Do you find the pictures exciting?"
"Yes," he admitted shyly, still blushing hotly.
"So do I, dear. Let's sit down and talk about it. Tell me, did your mother ever spank you?"
"She used to when I was younger, then about two years ago, she stopped," he told her and sat on the couch while she sat opposite him on the chair and crossed her legs, allowing him to see the tops of her nylons and, she guessed, a little skin above.
"That means you were eighteen at the time she stopped spanking you, dear. I find it strange that she stopped. Do you mind taking about it with me?"
"No, I don't really mind, but I'm shy and you can see how I'm blushing, you know."
"Yes dear, I understand and I'll try to help. I'm very interested in spanking and so was my husband. We used to spank each other often as a game. It made us both very sexy and led to all sorts of sex things. Did it make you sexy when your mother spanked you, dear?"
"Yes, that's why she stopped doing it. One day when she was spanking me, I got ... hard, you know. She kept on spanking me and then I ... went off ... all over her lap."
"Did she get angry with you, dear?"
"No, she told me it wasn't my fault and that it was all right. Later, she told me she couldn't spank me anymore, that I was too old for it. I kept after her, then one day she gave me a long lecture on sex and all that. She told me about incest and that it was such a terrible sin that we had to guard against it."
"You poor dear, that must have been terrible. Did she never spank you again after that?"
"No, never. I really wanted it, but she'd never do it. She always said it was too dangerous."
"Didn't you ever do anything sexual with her?"
"No. I guess I wanted to, but I was afraid to ask her."
"Have you ever done anything with another woman or a girl?"
"Oh no, I've never even seen a woman without her clothes on. Last night, when you wore your nightie, that was the most I ever saw. It made me so excited."
"Did you go to the bathroom after I left you?"
"Yes," he replied and blushed fiercely as he turned his face away.
"I understand, dear. Your prick was hard and you needed something. You took it in your hand and pulled yourself until you shot your semen. Isn't that how it was?"
"Yes. How did you know?"
"Because I know all about sex and how it feels to want something you can't get. When I went to kiss you good night, I was sexy, but by the time I got back to my room I was so horny I couldn't stand it. I knew you had seen my big tits when I bent over to kiss you and I knew you were excited too and that added to the way I felt.
"I was so horny I wanted to spank myself, but I couldn't because you would have heard. Instead, I fingered my pussy over and over again and had so many comes I couldn't count them all. Through it all, I was dying to spank you and to have you take me over your lap and give me a spanking on the bare behind."
"I didn't know women did things like that," Frank told her. "I often give myself spankings, but what I want is the real thing."
"I understand, dear," she told him, then uncrossed her legs, got up and picked up the magazine, then sat on the couch beside him. "Let's look through the magazine together, dear," she told him, her tone excitingly warm. "Look at this one. Isn't her butt big? It looks to be about the size of mine. Do you like big arses or just little ones?"
"Oh, big ones. When I think sexy thoughts, it's always about a woman with a big, smooth ass, all nice and white and with a deep crack between the cheeks. I wanted to see Mother's, but she was always so careful when she dressed and undressed."
"Mine is even bigger, dear," Vera said, "it's very firm too, not fat and flabby like some big arses. I've taken very good care of my body so that it's big, but very firm and smooth. Would you like to see my body, dear? Would you like to watch me strip bare naked?"
"Oh yes, do you really mean that?"
"I may, darling. Let's look at some more of the pictures and get very horny. I have a lot of books like this. My husband and I built up a collection of them, a very extensive collection. Some just show spanking, like this one, but others have pictures of couples fucking, sucking cunts and cocks, ass fucking and everything. Do you think you'd like to see them?"
Oh yes. This is so exciting. Would you really let me see you bare naked?"
"I think so, dear. In fact, I'm sure of it. I know we're both horny now, but let's get hornier," she said and turned the page so that they could see more exciting pictures and add to their fierce arousal.
They finished looking through the magazine, then Vera sighed, got up and went to check the front door while Frank made sure that the other was locked, then she led him to her bedroom.
"It's been a long time since this room rang to the sound of bare arses being spanked," she told him. "Today is the day when it will happen again. Tell me, dear, would you like to give me a spanking on the bare butt and make me cry?"
"I'd like that a lot, but only if you really want it," Frank replied. "I like you a lot and I wouldn't want to hurt you, not unless you really enjoy it."
"I'm dying for a good spanking, darling and you're going to give it to me. Imagine, we both understand the joys of spanking. Think of all the fun we can have from now on. We can give spankings and take them whenever we want."
"Oh yes, Vera. I never dreamed anything so exciting could ever happen to me. I'm so anxious to see your big ass and all the rest of you."
"It must be fate, dear," Vera told him as she smiled. "Usually I wear a girdle, but today I'm wearing a garter belt and nylons with little black panties. It's as though I knew you were going to want to see me, although there's no way I could have know."
Still smiling, she turned her back to him and caught the hem of her dress. Her hands trembling, she raised it slowly and his heart pounded against his rib cage as dark, sheer nylons came into view, caressing shapely thighs and driving Frank wild with excitement and desire to see more and to feel nylon and woman skin under his hands.
Wiping perspiration from his brow, Frank stared at the expanded tops of her nylons, then the erotic tour continued upward until he gasped aloud as she showed the lower portion of her behind, only partially encased in sheer, black nylon panties. The cheeks looked so big and so perfectly rounded that he couldn't believe how beautiful and exciting they were.
"Oh Vera, you're so beautiful," he gasped and she raised the dress higher. "I can see your crack right through your panties. The cheeks of your ass are so big and white."
"Yes darling, they are, but after you give me a spanking, those cheeks will be nice and red and they will tingle like mad. You do want to spank my plump butt, don't you?"
"Oh yes, Vera, you know I want to and I want you to spank me too. I'm just dying for a spanking from you, a real stinging one that will make me cry like a little kid."
"Yes dear, that's the kind of a spanking I'm going to give you," Vera assured him, delighting in how completely he had recovered from the sadness of death to revel in the promised joys of sexuality, then realized that she too had suddenly made a complete recovery.
Holding her dress so high that Frank could see bare skin above the waistband of her panties, Vera allowed her big behind to sway enticingly for him, then she told him he could steal a little feel of her panties if he wished.
Eagerly, he hurried his hands to her panties and he rubbed avidly as she sighed and trembled, loving the feel of his hands and anticipating all that was to come as she seduced him and thought him how to be hear partner in sex.
Vera dropped her dress and heard a little cry break from his throat as she turned to smile at him, then she was unfastening her dress, preparing to take it off for him and she saw that he was having trouble making his eyes focus on her.
Frank saw her eyes shining with excitement as she began pushing the top of her dress down, then he cried out for joy as the cups of the big, black bra came into view and he stared at them and at the creamy white skin between the jutting cups.
"Oh Vera," he groaned and his voice broke, "you're so beautiful I can't stand it. I think I'm going to faint."
"I don't think you'll faint, dear, but perhaps you'd better sit on the bed anyway while I take my dress off to let you have a good look at me in my bra, panties and nylons. I guess I really am quite a sight for an innocent young man like you," she added, then he cried out again as she pushed the dress down over wide flaring hips, then she was stepping out of it. Since he hadn't fainted by then, Frank decided, he wan't going to after all.
"Now then, dear," Vera told him as she fondled the cups of her bra, "I think I'll give you your spanking first. Later, you'll take my panties down and spank my bare butt. For now, take your shirt and singlet off. After that, I'll take your pants down and spank you."
His fingers trembled so that she unbuttoned the shirt for him, her bulging bra excitingly close to his face as he stared between the cups.
"There, dear," she whispered huskily as he took his shirt off then pulled his singlet over his head, "what a beautiful body you have. Think of it, dear, after we've spanked each other, we'll both be bare naked and you'll be lying on top of me. You'll feel my naked body under you, then you'll stick your cock right in my cunt and fuck me. We're both going to love it, Frank. I haven't been fucked in so long."
"Think of how it's going to be for me, Vera," he pointed out. "Here I am almost twenty-one and I never have fucked at all, never even seen as much of a woman as you've already shown me. I hope I don't go off in my pants or on your lap while you're spanking me."
"That could happen, dear, but don't worry if it does. We'll soon get your prick hard and then your second hard-on will last much longer than your first. I think it would be fun if you went off on my thighs while I'm spanking your butt and making you cry. My husband used to go off once in a while when I was spanking him or he was tanning my big butt. We always laughed when that happened, then in a little while, he would get hard again and fuck me."
Going to the chair she and her husband had used so often for their spanking sessions, Vera sat, then he saw her put a hand in her crotch to rub warmly there as she called him to her.
"You've been a naughty boy, Frank," she began, "so I'm going to take your pants and drawers down and give you a spanking on your bare ass. As your auntie, I have the right to take your pants down and spank you whenever I want to. Are you going to submit to your spanking like a good boy?"
"Yes Auntie," he replied, excited by her game and eager to play it her way, "I'll be a good boy and take my spanking."
As Vera began unfastening the top of his pants, Frank thought back to the old days when his mother had spanked him, but he didn't dwell on that thought as he stared at her bra then looked down at her panties and thighs and his thoughts moved into the future, immediate and long range.
"My God, Frank," she gasped as she pushed his pants and shorts down and his stiff penis leaped out, "what a big cock you have. I've never seen one this big. How long is it?"
"It ... it's eight inches long, Auntie. Is it too long for you?"
"Not a bit, dear. It's the most beautiful prick I've ever seen and I want to feel it sticking in my cunt to fuck me, but first, there's some spanking to be done. Lie over my lap, you naughty boy, I'm going to give your bare ass a good spanking."
Vera thought his sobbing was pretended as he bent and lay across her thighs, but it was very real, as were the tears in his eyes, tears of pleasure and excitement, then she was scolding him as she played with his smooth, white buttocks, marveling at the girlish quality of the silken rounds, thinking of how beautiful it would be to spank them.
Teasing him and herself by making them wait for the spanking, Vera went on scolding him as she fondled his buttocks, then she raised her hand, felt him rubbing on her thighs in anticipation, then the hand came down on his right cheek in a stinging spank which rang loudly through the room.
She slapped the other cheek and felt it joggle a little as he gave a small cry of pleasure-pain. Vera observed that his buttocks were bigger, smoother, more girlish than her husband's had been and that they were far more exciting to spank.
As her hand slapped and he began sobbing, she saw too that his skin was far more sensitive and colored quickly and excitingly. After just three spanks on each cheek, she paused to admire the warm pink flush on white cheeks and thought excitedly of how red they would be in a little while, then she resumed spanking and
Frank was soon crying and squirming across her thighs.
Since it was his first spanking in two years, she could understand his lusty crying, but she knew too that they were happy tears he was shedding and that he wanted to shed more of them.
That was easily arranged and as he began crying, she began slapping harder, the sounds ringing loudly in the quiet room, the young man's leg kicking madly. To add to his pleasure and to hers, Vera scolded as she spanked and she felt him rubbing hotly over her thighs.
"I'll teach you to obey me ... SLAP ... SLAP ... you naughty little boy ... SLAP ... SLAP ... Yes, your butt is hot ... SLAP ... I can see that ... SLAP ... SLAP ... But I'm going to make it hotter ... SLAP ... SLAP ... like this ... and this ... and this ... uh ... SLAP ... SLAP ... SLAP ... SLAP..."
His buttocks blazed fiery red and his crying became loud and rough sounding, yet Vera was enjoying it too much to stop, so her right hand went on slapping from cheek to cheek until she saw the first purple bruises, then she forced herself to stop and she held him on her lap, massaging the hot, well spanked buttocks as his crying softened and then turned to sobbing and wet sniffling as he savored the deliciously hot tingling left behind by the slapping hand.
"Did I spank you too much, darling?" Vera asked as she fondled the thrilling buttocks of her squirming partner.
"Oh no, Vera, it was beautiful. It stung like fire, but it was beautiful. My bummy is so hot, it feels like it will stay that way for hours. I was afraid I was going to go off and shoot my juice all over your beautiful thighs. I sure came close, but I managed to hold on."
"That's nice, darling. Mind you, after you take my panties off and start spanking my big, bare butt, I have a hunch you'll soon be shooting hot cream all over me. Don't worry if that happens though, I'll soon have that beautiful long cock of yours hard again. Tell me, darling, have you ever thought of having your cock sucked?"
"Not really, I guess. Did you ever suck a prick?"
"Yes dear, I often sucked my husband's cock and he loved it. So did I when I felt his cream spurting in my mouth and I drank it. Very soon, I'll suck you off and I'll teach you how to suck my cunt and to lick my clitty and make me come. God, how I love having a come with a face in my crotch and a tongue licking right in my cunt."
What does a cunt taste like, Vera? Do you taste pee when you suck one?"
"No, darling. Cunt lapping is like cock sucking. There isn't any taste, it's just a fun thing to do. A lot of people don't understand that, but my husband taught me all that when we were still on our honeymoon. The first time he sucked my cunt, I went wild. Later, when I was afraid to suck his cock, he had me open my mouth and he jerked off and shot his cream into it. After that, I wasn't afraid anymore and I became an excellent cock sucker. He was so proud of me that he once brought his boss home for a demonstration. When he told me to, I stripped naked and let the boss feel me all over, then my husband took me over his lap and gave me a beautiful spanking. When he finished, I got down on my knees in front of the boss, took his prick out and sucked him off. To finish up the show, my husband greased my arsehole with Vaseline and ass fucked me while the boss watched."
"Gee, that really must have been something to see," Frank told her, his penis throbbing at the thought of it all.
"I guess the boss thought so too," she said and grinned, "because he said that any man who could train a wife so well deserved a promotion. Once a week or so, he'd come to the house to spank my bare butt and have me suck his cock. Sometimes, for a change, after he had spanked me, he'd have me kneel on all fours so he could fuck my arsehole while I sucked my husband's cock."
"Oh Vera, it all sounds so exciting."
"Does it, darling? One of these days, I'll call him and invite him over. Perhaps he'd give you a better job than the one you have now. Would you like to give it a try? When he sees that beautiful butt of yours, he may want to spank you too, I'm not sure."
"I wouldn't mind that at all, Vera. No matter what you want me to do, ever, I'll always be glad to do it. You're so good to me."
"I'll always be good to you, darling. Now then, would you like to give me a spanking? I want a very hard one, like I gave you. Don't stop until you see purple marks on my butt. Just red isn't enough to satisfy me."
"I'll spank you real hard, Vera. I always dreamed of seeing a woman's bare butt and spanking it, but I never thought it would ever happen. Do you want me to take your panties down for you?"
"Yes dear, but first I want you to feel me up and scold me. Feel my crotch and my butt and thighs, then take my panties down and spank me. I know what, let's pretend that you're a priest and I'm a nun and that Mother Superior sent me to you for a spanking. That game really turns me on. Every time I see a priest or a nun, I get so horny that I can't stop my thighs from rubbing together."
Despite his inexperience, Frank picked up the mood of the game so quickly that he delighted Vera, then he was a priest, scolding a bra and panty clad nun as he felt her up and kept her squirming.
"Oh Father, please don't take my panties down to spank me," she pleaded. "No man has ever seen my bare ass or my pussy. I'd be so humiliated if you did that."
"Yes Sister, I know you would, that's why I'm going to do it. Before I spank you, I'm going to take your panties down, feel your ass and your cunt, then I'll spank you and make you cry. After that, I plan to take your panties right off, stick my prick in your cunt and fuck you. I'll also take your bra off and play with your big tits. Mother Superior told me to do anything I wanted with you. It's very sweet of her to send me so many pretty nuns to strip, spank and fuck. I'm going to take your panties down now, sister, here we go."
His hands trembled as he caught the waistband of her panties, then he dragged the garment down slowly, panting as he bared the foliage of her mons veneris, then the panties stretched across her thighs and his hands were moving gently over her big behind and in her warm crotch, the reality of the experience far more thrilling than the dream had ever been. As great as it was, his excitement was no greater than that which Vera felt as she awaited her first spanking and sex in months.
She sobbed as, on command, she lay across his thighs and then she was rubbing subtly on them and on his stiff penis while he scolded her and played with her beautiful big bottom, fondling silken cheeks and fingering the valley between them and the tight anal ring he found there.
"I'm going to start spanking your ass now, Sister," he told her. "It's the biggest, most beautiful white butt I've ever seen and I'm going to love spanking it."
His right hand squeezed a big cheek, then rose, paused, then came down hard in a brisk spank. As he felt the stinging contact and heard the loud sound, his cry of excitement was a little louder than hers.
"Take this, you bad sister," he said and slapped again. "Mother superior told me ... SPANK ... SPANK ... how bad you were ... SPANK ... she caught you ... SPANK ... SPANK ... bare naked ... SPANK ... playing with your cunt ... SPANK ... SPANK ... You're very bad ... SPANK ... SPANK ... and I'm going to spank the devil ... SPANK ... out of you ... SPANK ... out of your big butt ... SPANK ... SPANK ... SPANK ... When I've done that ... SPANK ... SPANK ... I'm going to stick my cock ... SPANK ... in your cunt ... SPANK ... and fuck the devil ... SPANK ... out of you ... Here, sister ... SPANK ... SPANK ... Have some more spanks on your butt ... SPANK ... SPANK ... SPANK . . .SPANK ... Your big butt is all red...
SPANK ... SPANK ... and hot ... SPANK ... Here ... here ... here ... Cry harder ... SPANK ... SPANK ... That's it ... that's the way to ... SPANK ... SPANK ... kick your sexy legs ... SPANK ... SPANK ... Kick some more, Sister ... SPANK ... SPANK ... Kick your legs and cry for me."
Vera did both, but she also went on rubbing her smooth belly on his thighs and penis, then he reached the point of no return and with a cry, he clutched at a hot, red nether cheek and panted as his semen shot strongly over her rubbing tummy and she kept on rubbing until he was drained.
The spanking over, Vera got to her feet, her panties falling around her feet as she rubbed her hotly tingling buttocks with both hands and tears ran down her face, tears of pure delight.
"Oh darn," he said, frustrated as he saw his softening penis dangling, "now I can't fuck you."
"Yes you can, darling," Vera assured him as she took his penis in her hand and held it gently. "I'll take my bra off and let you play with my tits, and you'll soon start to get hard again. I'll open my crotch to show you my cunt and let you play with it. I'll teach you how to suck and lick a cunt and then your prick will be big and hard again and we'll have a beautiful fuck. Did you enjoy spanking my big butt, darling?"
"Oh yes, Vera, it was so great I can't describe it. It's so red and so hot and beautiful," he added as he reached for it and rubbed, then she wiped her eyes and took him to the bed, her hands behind her back as she slipped the hooks of the big bra as he waited for the unveiling of her breasts to make yet another dream come true.
"Oh Vera," he gasped as she bared her breasts and dropped the bra onto a chair. "They're so big, so beautiful. I want to feel them. I want to rub them with both hands and squeeze them. Please let me do it."
Of course, darling. Come sit on the bed with me. You'll do all that, then I'll teach you how to suck a woman's tits. Women love to have their tits sucked. Right now, lover," she panted as he joined her on the bed and she gave him her breasts. "What a lovely lover you are, dear, how beautifully you handle my big tits. Here, darling, I'll stick one in your mouth and you can suck it ... here, baby, here ... suck my big tit ... that's it ... suck hard ... suck ... suck."
Vera groaned in ecstasy as he sucked her breast as well as her husband had ever done, then she took the first one from him and fed the other into his wide open mouth.
Frank seemed content to suck forever, then she took the breast away from him and felt his penis as it began stirring in promise that it would soon stiffen again. Lying back, she bent her knees up, moved them wide apart and sighed warmly as she gave him a dazzling smile.
"There's my cunt, lover. It's hot and horny for you, you darling man. When your long cock gets hard again, you're going to stick it in my slit and fuck me. Here, angel, I'll part the lips of my cunt so you can look right inside. There," she added and used the tips of her fingers to open the lips for him, "that's what a cunt looks like, inside where you suck and lick and fuck it. Play with it for a while, dear, then bring your face into my crotch and I'll teach you how to lap a woman's hot, juicy cunt. You're going to love cunt lapping, you sweet angel."
Frank too was confident that he would, then a little later, after he had played in her crotch, he put his face there and she sighed as she felt warm breath bathing her vulva. Her sigh became a moan when she felt his mouth on her organ, sucking while his hands held her hips and she heard his groans of passion muffled in her crotch.
"Oh yes, lover, yes ... suck my cunt just like that ... more ... more, darling ... suck ... suck ... suck," she panted as her upraised thighs massaged his face. "Oh darling, how you suck a cunt. You're making my cunny so juicy, get your tongue up my slit and lick up all that hot juice. Yes ... that's it ... that's the way darling ... lick ... lick baby lick ... lick. Oh Jesus, what a sweet, darling cunt lapper you are. Lick all the way up ... higher ... higher ... there," she gasped and her body jerked as his tongue found her clitoris and she told him to keep licking there..."Lick my horny clit and make me come ... lick me off, my lover man."
As Vera went on groaning and panting in the wild approach of orgasm, her big, warm behind squirmed on the bed, then it jerked upward, she cried out loudly and her thighs captured and held his face as climax swept over her and carried her to a beautiful land, somewhere on the other side of heaven.
When she opened her eyes, she looked up to see Frank smiling down at her, his right hand wrapped around a big penis which was beautifully hard as the young man prepared for his first experience of sexual intercourse.
"Oh darling," she sighed, "what a lovely sight, eight inches of stiff cock. Lie down on my belly and feed that beautiful big bone up my cunt. Oh darling, how it's going to stretch me. Stretch my cunt like it's never been stretched before. Get it up my cunt and fuck me ... fuck the butt off me, my darling lover. Oh how hungry I am for the beautiful fuck you're going to give my cunt ... that's it, right in my slit, there, push, lover ... push it in ... it's stretching me good ... the head is so big ... more ... more ... more," she panted and went on doing so until she felt eight inches of stiff penis in her belly.
Her hands went to his buttocks and she gave each a stinging slap as she panted for him to start stroking, then he was doing that and she told him to slow down so it would last longer. He followed her directions and it did last longer, so much so that she cried out and wrapped her arms and legs around him as she climaxed a second time, a beautifully strong orgasm which went on and on.
When it passed, she unwound her legs from around him, he resumed stroking, then it was his turn and she crushed his trembling, jerking body with her arms and legs as the strong walls of her vagina sucked him dry and left him so weak that it felt like a very beautiful form of death, one from which he didn't want to waken, but did.
Later that evening, after they'd bathed together, each washing and rinsing the body of the other, Frank and his exciting teacher got into her bed. When Vera couldn't erect his penis, she took him over her lap and spanked him until he was crying loudly, then she had him lie on his back and her mouth achieved what her hand had not been able to do.
But she didn't release the stiff organ as Frank had expected, and she went on sucking and masturbating it until his semen was shooting into her mouth and she drank it greedily, causing him to tremble and groan in an agony of ecstasy.
And then friends were lovers in a strange sort of mother-son relationship. The newness and the thrill of their affair remained strong and fresh as she guided her young lover along paths which to many would be either sinful or abnormal or both, but which to them were paths of perfection with ecstasy awaiting them at every turn, each time better for both of them than the time before.
In addition to the thrilling spankings, Vera taught him to enjoy the feel of a light, leather strap curling around his bouncing buttocks, as well as many thrilling variations of sexual and oral intercourse.
Eventually, Frank reached the stage where he knew as much about sex as Vera did, but knowledge did nothing to lessen pleasure and to the happy young man, Vera is still his exciting teacher, the one who decides what they will do and when and how. He wants it to go on being that way, wants her to be his exciting teacher while he revels in the role of eager young student.
CASE HISTORY 3
Oscar and Evelyn enjoyed a good marriage during the early years. Money was tight, but they had each other and they had their love. Beyond that, there was the promise of better days ahead as he worked hard and they saw the opportunity for promotion and a better income.
Sexually, Oscar was as good a lover as his wife would permit him to be, but he wanted to be better. To Evelyn, sex was a matter of kissing and rather mild forms of foreplay, then intercourse in the missionary position. Oscar had other ideas and sexual ideals, but he could never convince her to allow him to try them.
He told her about cunnilingus and kept asking her to allow him to give her at least a demonstration of it, but she consistently refused, telling him such a thing would be dirty and abnormal. Each time he got her highly aroused, he would kiss his way down her body, but by the time he reached her navel, she would make him stop.
A few times, he tried to force her to submit to cunnilingus, confident that if he could perform the act once and bring her to orgasm, she would like it so much that she would want more. Each time he tried, he got as far as her mons veneris before she closed her thighs tightly together and angrily squirmed out of his reach. When that happened, he also lost the opportunity to have sexual intercourse with her as she subjected him to a tirade of abuse as being a sex maniac or a sick person, or both.
Eventually, Oscar stopped trying and settled for her style of sex. Once, after having had a few drinks more than usual, he picked up a prostitute in a hotel bar and took her to his room. She was beautiful, clean and well dressed.
While they were writhing through foreplay, and he was kissing and licking her thighs, she asked him if he would like to perform oral sex on her. When he told her he was dying to, she opened her crotch wide, her buried his face in it and sucked and licked until she appeared to have a very strong orgasm. When she offered to do the same for him, he lay on his back and she sucked his penis until he blasted off.
It had been a thrilling experience for him, but later, as he recalled how juicy her organ had been, he wondered if all of that juice had been the semen of a previous client and at the thought, pleasure curdled and he felt more than a little bit ill. He recovered from his revulsion by the following day, but with recovery came anger directed toward his wife for having driven him into performing the act with a prostitute.
Until then, his anger and frustration had been vague, but after that, it took on a sense of direction, his wife the target. Instead of making that clear to her, he chose to contain it, to keep it hidden within where it seethed and grew in an intensity even he didn't recognize.
With anger came resentment, a deep, inner resentment which was to grow with each passing day. As a result, he drove himself harder in his work and his efforts were rewarded with promotions until he reached the upper echelon while still in his mid-thirties.
Except for his sex life, Oscar had everything going for him and he would have walked out on his marriage had it not been for his daughter, Salia, who had picked up the nickname Sally, early in life and held it.
Sally, then fourteen, was everything Oscar could have hoped for in a daughter. She was attractive, had a good mind, a keen sense of humor and an abiding sense of which end was up. The flaws he saw in his wife were absent in his daughter; the pluses his daughter had, his wife lacked, in his view. His love for the girl was a healthy, paternal love, but without his knowing it was happening, a change was taking place, a transference of physical love from his wife to his daughter. In his subconscious, roles were being changed, daughter to ideal wife, wife to enemy.
But changes were taking place for Evelyn too. After the years of scrimping and making do financially, she was delighted with their new status. There was business entertaining to do, there were cocktail parties, dinners in town, out of town conventions and it was her role to be the charming hostess.
Evelyn loved the role and played it to the hilt. In the process of it, she came to enjoy the drinking and the laughing and, when she felt it was appropriate, the flirting which was an end in itself and would not lead to anything too difficult to handle, she told herself.
Within a few years, the gaiety of party life was not enough in itself since each party ended eventually when she wanted it to go on. Gradually, she began to extend party life into daily life, a bottle of gin or bourbon her daily party companion, her alcoholic dreams a fantasy world in which there were no sexual demands of a nature which she considered abnormal.
Far from being alarmed at this development, Oscar was pleased. When his wife got too drunk at parties, when she arrived at them already obviously with too many warm-up drinks under her belt, he saw his friends looking at him with sympathy.
"Poor Oscar," he could see them saying, just beyond listening reach, "he has so much on the ball, he works so hard, yet look at her, just a common drunk, yet he tolerates it, takes her home when she can't hack it and he never complains, remains totally loyal.
It was a heady brew and Oscar came to enjoy the role of martyr. It became even more enjoyable to him when he saw that Sally too was appreciative of how gentle and generous he was toward her alcoholic mother. He always had time to listen to Sally, to talk to her and to share her problems and her triumphs. Her mother was never feeling quite well enough to cope.
Sally had always loved her father, but with that love came admiration too, an admiration which became idolatry. She too gained from the close relationship with her father. They discussed business, politics and other subjects and she read widely to broaden her mind so that she could keep up with her father.
At sixteen, Sally was more woman than girl, in every way. Her body had developed beautifully. She had firm, well developed breasts, plump, firm, well rounded buttocks, and thighs so beautifully formed and firm looking that each time her father saw them, especially when he saw how the tops of her nylons expanded to caress them, he had to remind himself that she was his daughter and that society took a very dim view of incest.
In time, Oscar had to face the fact that he was living in a constant state of sexual desire for his daughter. When he did, he recognized from countless little gestures and seemingly innocent touches that she too felt more than a father-daughter relationship.
Demonstrating the degree of her maturity, Sally decided she wanted to dispose of her hymen and be fitted with a contraceptive device. When she couldn't find a doctor who would do that without parental consent, she took the problem to her father, choosing an evening when her mother had gotten drunk early and was sleeping soundly, assuring her that they wouldn't be disturbed.
"Of course I'll arrange it, dear," he told her, hiding his shock. "I'll call Doctor Dan first thing in the morning. I'm glad you felt you could come to me with your problem, but I'm surprised since you never seem to date. Do I know the lucky young man?"
"There isn't one. You're right about my not dating and I have no specific plans. I just want to be ready when the time comes, that's all. Look at it this way, Daddy, the first time a woman has intercourse it has to be painful. That's not as it should be. I think when a woman makes love for the first time, she should experience only pleasure and excitement, not fear and pain."
"What a woman you are, Sally," he said, his tone warm. "When I think of you sharing your beautiful body with some man, I must confess I feel frankly jealous. I hope that doesn't shock you."
"You know me better than that, Daddy. I love the way we can be so honest with each other. If I could snap my fingers and make a miracle happen, I'd snap them like this, then you wouldn't be my father, you'd be my friend. After that, I'd snap them again and you'd be my lover."
"You'd only need to snap your fingers once, dear," he replied. "It wouldn't require any miracle for me to want to be your lover. As it is, I have to keep reminding myself that you are my daughter. I have a feeling you are very much aware of that too."
"Yes Daddy and thanks for telling me. By the way, I'm not going to do anything to make it easier for you, dear. I don't mean I'm going to set out to seduce you today or tomorrow morning."
"Thanks," he said, grinning," and I think we'd better change the subject. I'm going to pour myself a drink. May I get you anything?"
"No thanks, I'll get myself a glass of very cold water. That would be most appropriate right now, I think," she added with a little grin as she got up with a generous display of nylons.
"That will be enough, young lady," Oscar told her and gave her a playful smack on the bottom. As he did, the tremor which ran through his body told him that had been a mistake.
They changed the topic of conversation, then agreed it was time for bed. As he went to the bathroom, Oscar knew what he had to do if he hoped to get to sleep that night. His penis was stiff as he opened his fly and took it out.
Just down the hall, he thought, Sally was taking her clothes off to prepare for bed. Her dress was probably already off and he tried to picture the young beauty in her bra and panties. He had once looked at her bra and the label read 36-C, but that was some time before and he guessed her breasts were bigger, 38 or more--likely, he told himself as he closed his right hand around his organ and began moving it up and down, very slowly.
He didn't want to hurry ejaculation, wanted to play with himself while his mind enjoyed erotic activity with the girl, the kind of activity for which his body so hungered.
Desire became stronger when he thought of Sally taking her panties off. Her crotch would be warm and clean. In his fantasy, she lay on her back, naked, then her legs parted, her knees bent up and he was licking his lips as he approached her. He heard her moan with passion, then his face was in her warm crotch, his mouth sucking hungrily while she writhed in passion and pounded her balled fists on the bed.
It was the right moment, so he gave his penis a few more tugs, then his semen was shooting. On the way to his bedroom, he paused outside Sally's door, hearing faint stirring sounds.
Passion flared again as he realized that she too was masturbating. Closing his eyes, he tried to see her in his imagination. She would be naked and lying on her back, the motion of masturbating would cause her lovely breasts to sway a little. Perhaps, he thought, she was fondling one of them with one hand while the other hand worked in her crotch.
He heard cries which she had been barely able to stifle and he knew she was climaxing, her naked behind squirming or perhaps bouncing on the bed as orgasm swept over her. Oscar guessed what she had been thinking about during masturbation, then felt his penis beginning to stir and told himself it was time to go to bed.
As he drew the sheet back, he looked at his snoring wife. She hadn't managed to get her girdle off, but except for that and nylons, she was naked. The body that had once been beautiful had become soft and puffy. The girdle wasn't quite as white as it should have been. As he looked at her, he felt both revulsion and resentment, and the stirring in his loins stopped. He saw pubic hair under the bottom of the girdle and wondered how he ever could have wanted to suck her. That was clearly one problem which he had overcome, he told himself as he turned the light off and his thoughts returned to his beautiful daughter.
The next few weeks were even more difficult for Oscar. He knew that his daughter's organ had been opened and that she was equipped to prevent danger of pregnancy. He knew too that she wanted to make love with him as much as he wanted, but what really caused terror in him was the thought that it would happen, that soon he would no longer be able to fight desire for her and that he would take her to bed and strip her beautiful body naked.
It was spring then and time to go to the lake and open the cottage for the summer. His wife didn't like cottage life and had announced that she wouldn't be going there that year, that she'd had enough of it and would stay in the city.
like her father, Sally loved the cottage and told him she was going with him for the weekend to help get the place in shape. Without any shock at all, Oscar knew in that moment that before the weekend was over, he and his daughter would be lovers in the full sense of the word.
And then it was Thursday afternoon and they were ready to go. Oscar sensed that Sally too knew what was going to happen, but they carefully chatted only about casual, impersonal things and there was surprisingly little tension between them.
"I think the water should still be warm enough for a swim, are you in the market?" Oscar asked as they reached the cottage.
"I'm all for that," she replied. "I bought a new bathing suit just for you. I won't tell you anything else about it except that if mother saw it, she'd pee her pants."
They opened up the cottage, hurriedly opened windows to air it out, then went to get into their bathing suits.
"Kee-rist," Oscar said when his daughter came into the kitchen and posed for him in a mini bikini, "you forgot to put your bathing suit on." Sally saw his eyes widen and shine and she knew what the impact of the skimpy suit was, just what she had intended it should be.
The bra top almost permitted her nipples to show, the cups were joined by an open lacing so that her cleavage showed totally, the style emphasizing the bigness and beauty of her breasts.
The bottom of the suit barely covered the top of her mons veneris, a few hairs curling teasingly over the top. The thin fabric showed clearly the full roundness of her mons veneris. When she turned her back to him, Oscar almost groaned as he stared at the generous expanses of bared buttocks which the suit revealed.
"Do you think I'm naughty to wear this?" she asked.
"I don't know about you, dear," he answered, "but it makes me feel very naughty."
"Oh goody, after all, we're all alone here so if anything naughty should happen, no one would ever know about it."
"Come on you, I'm going to take a jump in the lake before you see smoke curling out of my ears."
Laughing, Sally hurried out of the cottage ahead of him, giving him plenty to look at as he followed and feasted his eyes on her buttocks and thighs in motion.
They swam briskly in the cool water, then ran to the cottage to dry. After she had toweled herself, Sally picked out the clothes she had decided to wear for the big event, sexual intercourse with her father. She didn't know whether it would happen right away or later, after dinner, but she wanted to be ready when the time came.
Instead of virginal white, she had chosen black lingerie, the sexiest she could find, then carefully pulled on dark, sheer nylons and fastened them to her suspenders and paused. "I wonder," she said to herself, "if he'll take my garter belt and nylons off to fuck me. Fuck me," she repeated, liking the sound of the word. "My Daddy is going to stick his big cock right up my little cunt and give me a fuck. His big, hairy balls are full of cream and he's going to shoot it up my cunt."
She found Oscar in the kitchen, pouring himself a drink. He only spilled a little of it at the sight of her. Sally saw a maple leaf on the floor near the garbage can and decided it really should be picked up. She did so, her back turned to her father as she bent from the waist, showing him her lush thighs and letting him see how the black nylon panties snugged against her vulva and buttocks. When she stood and turned to face him, she read pure lust on his face and saw a bulge in the front of his pants.
"Please tell me, Daddy," she said impulsively. "It is going to happen, isn't it?"
"Yes, darling. Are you afraid?"
"I'm only afraid that you'll change your mind. I want it so, darling. I've been hungering for it for a long time, then I told myself that today would be the day it happened. Oh God, how I want it. I'm so glad I saved it for you. I'm sure you're going to be very good."
"Yes dear, I'll be very good. Let's sit and see the sunset, then I'll make love to you. Your beauty, your stunning beauty, and my love for you will be all I need to inspire me to be a magnificent lover."
"I don't think you need inspiration for that, Oscar. I have a hunch you're a great lover. Is it all right if I don't call you Daddy for a little while?"
"Anything you want angel. I've resisted this for a long time. I was afraid, even after I knew I was going to make love to you, that when the time came I'd be horrified all over again. Now I see I'm not and I'm not going to be."
"I'm glad, darling lover," she told him as they went into the living room to watch the sun setting over the lake. "Tell me what it will be like, what we'll do. I'm so horny now, but that will make me even hornier. Is it all right for me to talk this way?"
"When two people are in love and about to make love, everything is all right. We'll use all the words, like fuck and cunt and cock, anything we feel like saying."
"How long will it take, once we start?" she wanted to know.
"A long time. The fuck itself won't last long, not nearly long enough, but the whole session will last a long time. I'll undress you slowly and I'll make love to your whole body. I'll fondle and kiss and suck your beautiful big tits, I'll play with your lovely ass and your cunt. I'll kiss and lick all around. We'll both go wild with passion."
"Oh Daddy darling, you talk about playing with my cunt, then talk about kissing me all over. Does that mean kissing around there?"
"Not just around there, dear," he told her with a loving smile. "I'll part your glorious thighs and see your tender little cunt. After I've played with it, I'll put my mouth right on it. I'll drive you out of your mind when I'm kissing and sucking and licking it and making you have the biggest come of your young life."
"Oh Daddy," she said, her voice breaking, then the words turned into a moan as Sally tried to imagine how it would feel when he was sucking and licking in her crotch and inducing orgasm with his tongue. She wondered if he ever did that to her mother, but decided not to ask.
"Let me have another look at those pretty little panties, darling," he said, then took another sip of his drink.
Smiling, Sally got to her feet, caught the hem of her short dress with both hands, then pulled it up slowly, displaying more beauty than Oscar had ever seen. Stopping only when he could see her smoothly indented navel, high above her panties.
"You must be the most beautiful woman in the world, darling," Oscar told her as she stood trembling in lust.
"That's the way you make me feel, darling," Sally told him, then turned slowly to show him the rear view, a thrilling sight, one which he vowed he would remember as long as he lived.
Unable to resist the urge, Oscar put one hand on each buttock and squeezed gently, then he was rubbing the silken smooth, firm rounds and making her sigh as arousal flared more hotly, Sally sure then that there would be no change of mind, that they were going to go all the way.
"Let's go to our bedroom now, dearest," he said, giving her nether cheeks another squeeze, then Sally, still holding the hem of her dress above her hips, turned and walked slowly from the room, her father following her, his stiff penis throbbing strongly in the confinement of his pants as he thought of how soon it would throb in another confinement, that of her tender, virginal vagina.
"Take your dress off, Sally," Oscar told her as he began unbuttoning his shirt.
Seconds later, she pulled the dress over her head and tossed it away, he groaned, then she was in his arms and their kiss was a thing of fierce beauty while his hands rubbed up and down her back, all the way from her shoulders to the lower slopes of her partially covered buttocks. He felt Sally pressing against his erection, knowing how eager she was to see it and to feel it, in her hands and in her churning organ in the ultimate act of love.
"Now darling," he whispered after a very long kiss during which his tongue explored her mouth excitingly, "just wait for me. I'm going to get ready to make love to the most beautiful woman in the world. I won't want any clothes in the way."
"Am I going to see you strip naked right now?" Sally asked, trembling a little more as he finished unbuttoning his shirt.
"You are unless you close your eyes," he told her with a grin and she kept her eyes very wide open.
Oscar wore no singlet, so that when he removed his shirt, he was naked to the waist, a sight which delighted his daughter, then he kicked his shoes off and she trembled again as his hands went to the waist of his slacks and opened them. Her groan was a little louder than the sound of the zipper going down.
"Have you seen a prick before?" he asked as he pushed his pants down and she saw the bulge in his briefs.
"Never a man's. One day, in the park, a boy took his dick out and waved it at us, then he ran away. I'm dying to see yours. It looks so big and strong."
It's big enough and strong enough to stretch that pretty little pussy of yours, my darling. It will stretch you, but it won't hurt, thanks to your careful planning. Was it me you had in mind when you had your cherry removed? "
"Of course, dear. I couldn't think of letting any other man fuck me, certainly not any of the young men I know."
Sally stopped talking as her father began to push his briefs down, then she gasped aloud as his rampant penis seemed to leap out at her, then she saw the heavy sac below and trembled anew as she thought of what that sac contained and of how it would be shooting into her body in a little while.
"Daddy, have you ever had your cock sucked?" she asked as he pushed the briefs down and stopped out of them, excitingly naked.
"Yes, a few times."
"Did you like it?"
"Very much. Why do you ask?"
"One day, I'll want you to teach me how to suck a cock. I'm sure I'd love to drink your semen. There's a guy at school who sucks every cock he gets his hands on. At least that's the rumor. "Did you ever let a man suck you off?"
"Yes and it was good, but I prefer a woman. Are there any girls around your school who suck cunts?"
"I'm not sure. I've heard stories about a few, but you can never really tell. Oh Daddy, I can't believe that I'm going to get my cunt sucked and fucked in the same night."
"You are, darling and you're going to be fucked more than just once. As long as we're here at the cottage, I plan to fuck you every time I can get my prick stiff. I have a hunch that will be pretty often."
"Oh Daddy, I'm so excited. I've got to feel that great big prick," Sally said, excitedly, then both her hands were on it and she was squealing with delight as she caressed the hard shaft and the swollen, velvet head of the first penis she had ever touched.
"Do you like my big cock, darling?"
"Oh yes Daddy. I don't know what to do.
Please teach me. Teach me everything there is."
"Yes baby, I'll teach you everything," Oscar told her as his hands went to the cups of her bra. "I'll start by taking your bra off and teaching you how to have your beautiful tits fondled and sucked. Do you think you'd like that, angel?"
"Oh yes, Daddy darling, I know I would. I'd like everything with you."
Taking his daughter into his arms again, he snaked his tongue into her mouth and they shared another passionate kiss, then her bra was unhooked, he moved back a little and the bra went with him, exposing breasts of such beauty that his eyes blinked as they fought for focus and his whole body trembled with excitement.
His hands went back to her breasts and Sally sighed warmly as he fondled them, the Oscar took her to the bed where they embraced again, their mouths mashing together wetly, tongues playing exciting games as their bodies writhed together and their hands went exploring.
"Why are you lying like that, Daddy?" Sally asked as her father released her and lay on his back, his penis twitching strongly.
"Because I'm hungry and you're going to feed me."
"Tell me how. I don't understand."
"Yes darling, I'll tell you. Take one of those beautiful tits in one hand and hold it from below," he told her then licked his lips. "That's it, now I'll open my mouth wide and you'll fill it with tit for me to suck. Yes, bring it to me, baby. Jesus, what a beautiful sight you are. Rub that nipple over my lips first, then stuff my mouth full."
As she held the beautiful breast and rubbed the nipple over his lips, it elongated and Sally understood what it was all about, then, sighing, she pushed the big breast into his mouth and he began sucking it as his hands kept moving over her lush body and her breast muffled the sound of his moaning.
Oscar sucked until her nipple felt raw and she was groaning, then he had her take the breast out of his mouth and feed her the other which he sucked with the same avidity.
"There darling," he told her when he finished, "you've had your first lesson in tit sucking. Did you like it?"
"I more than liked it. What are we going to do next?"
"There are so many things to do darling, but next, I think I'll teach you how to deliver your crotch to my face to have your cunt sucked and licked. There are many positions in which cunt lapping can be done and most of them are good, but I'm going to start with a special one. Before I'm finished, you're going to regard cunt lapping as the most exciting act there is, and with good reason too."
Moving farther down on the bed, Oscar lay on his back, a pillow under his head, then he guided his daughter as she knelt astride him, her crotch above his face.
"How beautiful you are, my darling," he told her as his hands fondled thighs and buttocks, delighting in the silkiness of her skin, the firmness of young flesh. "How thrilling it is to admire your body in this position. Your beautiful tits jut so boldly, your thighs and your butt are perfectly presented, and then there is that beautiful, tender, virginal cunt which I'm going to suck so greedily. I think I'll part these little pink lips and have a good look inside this luscious cunt before I suck it and fuck it. Before that though, I think I'll finger your arsehole a little and see how much I can make you squirm."
So saying, he moved his right hand slowly over her left buttock, then the tips of his fingers moved into the warm valley of her behind. A finger moved around for a while, then it was on her anal ring, pushing gently until about an inch of finger was inside the tight little hole, working slowly in and out.
"Yes darling," he panted, "that really makes you squirm as I knew it would. Perhaps one day, I'll let you kneel on all fours and I'll slip my prick up your arsehole to ass fuck you. I buggered a smooth arsed teenaged boy once and if was beautiful, but I've never gotten my prick up a woman's arsehole. We'll save that for another day though," he told her as he slowly drew the finger out of her anus.
With his other hand, Oscar parted the lips of his daughter's tender pink organ, then he was groaning with passion as he gazed up into the moist interior, licking his lips in anticipation of sucking and lapping there.
"Now my beauty, we're ready for the main event," he told her. "Move your knees apart and lower your crotch to my face. Let me see that tasty cunt come right down to my mouth. Oh how I'm going to suck your sweet, precious little cunt."
Sally's knees moved apart, her firm breasts swayed, then her crotch was descending to his face as he licked his lips again. When her delivery was a little off target and her vulva brushed his nose, Oscar gripped her hips, held her there then worked his nose between the tender lips and rubbed it on her clitoris, inhaling deeply the perfume of clean young woman.
"Oh Daddy ... Daddy," she panted, "I can feel it in my cunt ... you're fucking me with your nose ... Oh Daddy, I never heard of anything like that ... it's so good ... Do it some more, darling ... fuck me with your nose ... nose fuck my cunt ... yes ... yes..."
Oscar had never heard of the act either, but he liked it and went on rubbing her sensitized clitoris with his nose while his hands rubbed her beautiful buttocks and played in her crack.
"Oh Daddy, it's going to ... uh ... happen," Sally panted as his nose went on rubbing, "you're going to give me a come with your nose ... I'm close, Daddy ... I'm almost there ... I'm coming, Daddy ... I'm ComingggGGGG-GGGGG ... "
Unable to control her body, she jerked madly as one wave after another swept over her and her vulva massaged his nose and face, driving him wild with excitement.
When the orgasm finally passed, Sally sighed as she raised her crotch from his face, telling herself he probably needed air.
"Don't move that beautiful crotch too far," he told her as he smiled up at her. "In just a minute, you're going to return it to my face so I can drive you out of your mind with a real cunt lapping. Did you enjoy your nose fucking?"
"Oh Daddy, I can't describe how good it was."
"It all came about by accident, dear," he told her. "I've never done that to any woman before but I'll do it to you often from now on. All right now, darling, deliver your cunt to my mouth this time so I can give you a lesson in having your pussy lapped. You're really going to like it and so am I. Let me see your crotch coming down to me," he added as his hands held her buttocks lovingly, then he moaned in ecstasy as he watched her virginal crotch begin the trip down to his face.
Her aim was better that time and then her warm, soft vulva was on his mouth and his hands rubbed an excitingly smooth behind as he began sucking her as advertised.
Sally gave a little cry at the beginning, then her head was thrown back and she moaned a hymn with her mouth opened wide as her father sucked and licked and rocketed her to new heights of joy, heights which, she was sure, no person had ever before achieved.
But there were even greater heights to reach, she discovered, and she scaled them as his licking tongue triggered another magnificent orgasm and as her body jerked violently and her breasts bounced, her wet crotch gave his face a thrilling massage.
"Don't stop, baby," he panted as she began to raise her crotch from his face and he gripped firm hips. "Bring your crotch back to my face and give me a good rubbing. Make me sticky with cunt juice. Oh Jesus, darling, what a thrill," he panted, then he could no longer talk as her crotch came down on his face again and she resumed the lovely massage.
Sally groaned aloud as she caught a glimpse of their reflection in the mirror on the dresser, making the act even more thrilling as' she watched her lovely breasts swaying in a graceful, wildly erotic dance of passion while she listened to the muffled sounds from where her crotch was rubbing.
"If you want to find out what pussy tastes like," Oscar told his daughter when she dismounted him, "all you have to do is give me a kiss."
Bending over him eagerly, she kissed his mouth, liked the aroma and faint flavor she found there, then she was licking his face all over while he gazed into the mirror, delighting in the sight of her arched behind and the teasing glimpse of her vulva, that tender target which he had already invaded with a nose and a tongue, and would soon invade with his more than ready penis.
"I can't wait any longer, darling," Oscar told her as he took her face off his. "Lie down on your back now and I'll fuck you. Later, I'll teach you many positions for fucking, but for the first time, I'll give it to you the old fashioned way.
Panting with excitement and eagerness, Sally threw herself down on her back and opened her legs wide with the erotic abandon of a whore on a busman's holiday.
"Jesus darling, what a magnificent sight you are," Oscar told her as he knelt between her legs, his hard organ in his right hand. "I'm too far gone for it to last long, I'll probably go off as soon as I get into your cunt, but in a little while I'll be hard again," he went on, "then I'll give you a really LP fucking."
"Anything, Daddy darling, anything," she told him as her body waited for the thrill of the promised invasion. "Anything you do to me will be perfect."
He heard her little squeal of delight as he let his body come down to hers, then he was probing her crotch with his penis. When he found the wet, warm lips, he rubbed his velvet headed monster on them a little, then she felt the lips being parted and his strong invader stretching her virginal slit.
"It's in, Daddy," she panted, "your big, stiff prick is in my cunt. Ooh, it stretches my pussy so. Yes, Daddy, yes, give it to me ... get it all in ... I want it all, darling ... fuck me ... oh Daddy, fuck me."
"Yes baby, I'll fuck you," he panted as he let her have it with a series of short jabs until Sally felt as though her whole body was filled with penis as he buried it to the hilt, then lay on her smooth, warm body, resting, his penis throbbing inside her.
"Oh Daddy, it feels so good," she said with an exciting moan. "I'll bet no virgin in history ever enjoyed her first fuck so much. Please start now," she begged. "Start fucking me and let me feel that big cock sliding in and out of my hot, juicy pussy. Oh yes ... yes ... yes," she moaned as he began humping her with long, slow strokes, keeping her moaning as ecstasy grew to the point where she thought she was going to explode, or at least die of happiness.
"Oh Daddy, I think I'm going to have one more, I feel it getting close ... fuck me, Daddy
... fuck me. I feel it building ... it's getting close ... yes ... yes here it comes, Daddy ... uh . . '. now."
Amazed and delighted that he had been able to last long enough to give his daughter a climax, he rested on her while her back arched in passion and then as the spasms were passing for her, he jabbed fast a few times, then it became his turn and loud grunts broke from his throat as his semen went off in strong, delightful spurts, seeming to flood her belly and her whole body.
"Oooohhhh, Daddy," she sighed as they 'lay with their sweat mingled, "I knew fucking was going to be good, but I never dreamed anything could be so great. Your beautiful cock was throbbing so hard in my cunt while you were shooting. It felt more than twice as big as it had been. Is fucking always this good?"
"It is if the two people are right for each other. So are all the sex acts."
"Tell me, Daddy, was mother ever a good fuck? I mean when you were first married."
"No, not really. Even at her very best, she was never one tenth as good as you. She'd just lie back and take cock, but she wasn't really fucking. It was as though her cunt were a soft hand and I was jerking off in it. Also, she never allowed me to suck her cunt. I kept trying to get my face into her crotch but she always got mad and called me dirty names, as though I were some kind of a pervert. I notice you don't mind having your sweet little cunt sucked and licked."
"You better believe it, Daddy darling. She must have been crazy right from the start. Any woman who would turn down a cunt lapping has to be out of her mind, as far as I'm concerned."
"I'm glad to hear that, angel, because I could suck your sweet cunt forever. I wouldn't need to eat food, just juicy cunt. I brought along a little surprise, dear," Oscar went on. "I take it you know how to use a douche?"
"Oh yes."
"Well, after each time I fuck you, I want you to have a douche. That will flush my juice out of your pussy and leave it fresh and sweet for more cunt lapping."
"Oh yes, Daddy, you're so thoughtful. Do you want me to buy some flavored douches?"
"Not unless you want me to spank your beautiful ass until it feels like you've sat on the stove. Only a total pervert would want a cunt to taste like vanilla. When I eat cunt, I want to taste cunt, especially your sweet one."
Naked, they went to the kitchen to prepare a snack, chatting and laughing like the lovers they had become. While Sally did most of the work, he busied himself by fondling her, stealing intimate glimpses when she bent or reached, and generally keeping her excited and trembling so that she was far less than efficient as a cook.
When he saw her opening a package of wieners, a thought flashed into his mind which caused him to feel an exciting stirring in his loins. Taking one from her, he told her to bend over and rest her arms on the counter.
"What are you going to do, Daddy?" she asked as she sensed his excitement and became excited herself.
"I'm going to have a little snack before dinner," he told her. "I've just invented a dish called marinated wieners a la cunt. There now, move your feet a little wider apart, that's it, there," he said as he crouched behind her to look at her arched behind and her revealed vulva.
"Oh Daddy, are you going to stick the wiener up my pussy? Are you going to fuck me with a' hot dog?"
"Not exactly," he replied as he put the tip of the wiener between the lips of her organ. "I'm going to work this wiener all the way into your cunt and let you walk around with it there. After a while, when your little twat has flavored it, I'm going to suck it out a little at a time and eat it. It's going to be the sexiest hot dog in history and I won't need mustard, onions or anything else, just the lovely flavor of beautiful cunt."
As he talked, he kept working the wiener into her until it was all the way in. Pausing, he held her by the hips and kissed her organ, then raised his face and covered her silken behind with kisses. Before releasing her, he licked up and down her crack, tongued her anus for a little while, then he got up and allowed her to go on with her work.
"How does it feel to be walking around with a wiener in your twat?" he asked her.
"It feels yummy, but not as good as it's going to feel when you suck it out and eat it. I love the way you think of such wild things to do."
"I'll think of many more, angel," he told her. "I've thought of another one already. The next time we go into town, I'll slip a wiener into your pussy before we leave and you'll keep it in place with your panties. All the time we're walking around, you'll feel it there. By the time we get back here, you'll be sweaty and gamy in your crotch and then it will really taste thrilling. Besides, there will be the excitement for both of us of knowing that all those people are looking at you and never dreaming what your panties are holding in your cunt or what we're going to do when we get back to the cottage.
"Oh Daddy, I don't know how I ever got so lucky as to get you for a father, then as a lover. I know I'm not experienced in sex at all, but I'm sure that not one man in a million is as exciting or as good a lover as you."
"Thank you for the kind words, darling,"
Oscar told her. "If I'm good, it's because you've made it possible for me. All my life I've wanted to be a good lover, an imaginative one, but I've never had a chance. Now that I have, I intend to make up for all those wasted years. As long as you want to, my angel, we're going to have a ball and keep on setting records in the sex department."
"As long as I want to? Oh Daddy, darling, that will be forever."
"Forever is a long time, my baby and I'm getting along in years. The day will come when you'll want a younger man as a lover, one who can keep up with you."
"What a joke that is, darling. Even when you're an old man in a wheel chair, I have a hunch you'll be a better lover than most men in their twenties, but let's not even think of things like age, let's just go on with our honeymoon and keep on being happy. By the way, are you ready for your snack yet?"
"I've been ready for it for a long time and now I think it should be ready for me. Want to bend over the counter now and feed me your horny hot dog?"
"I will if you want me to, darling, but I can think of a way that sounds better. If we were to go to the bedroom to eat, I could not only see you, but I could see the reflection in the mirror and get a much better view."
"Brilliant idea, angel. You're a natural when it comes to sex. Come on, dinner is being served in the bedroom," he said and they hurried there, both trembling with excitement.
They adjusted the mirror to provide a perfect view, then Sally was lying across the bed with her legs drawn back over her body while her father knelt on the floor, licking his lips in anticipation of the erotic snack which was to be his.
Bringing his face into her crotch, he licked all around her inner thighs and crotch while she sighed and trembled, then he announced that he was ready to enjoy gourmet fare and she assured him that she was ready to serve it, hot and juicy and hopefully properly spiced.
Parting the pink lips with the tips of his fingers, Oscar was able to see the end of the wei-her. Taking it between a finger and thumb, he worked it in and out for a minute or so while his daughter squirmed in passion, then he pressed his mouth to her slit, gripped the wiener carefully between his teeth and pulled a portion of it into his mouth.
Taking a bite, he raised his face and let Sally see him chewing it in obvious enjoyment, then he went back to her crotch for another bite.
"I've been thinking, darling," he said after the third bite. "One of these days, I may want to marinate a wiener and a pepperoni stick at the same time. Your cunt flavors wieners perfectly, but they aren't hard enough, not firm enough to go up your arsehole. Now pepperoni is much firmer. I could work one up your little pink hole, fit a wiener in your cunt, then you could get dressed and we'd go for a walk around town. After a long time, my snack would be ready."
"Oh Daddy, no. It would taste of poop," Sally protested.
"I'm sure your poop would taste beautiful, dear. I'll think about it. Now I'm ready for another bite," he told her as his hands rubbed her hips while his face went back into her crotch and he took another bite.
"Daddy, please give me a taste of pussy flavored hot dog," she asked as he chewed with obvious delight.
"Of course, my angel," he replied then returned to her crotch for another piece of meat.
Biting it off, he bent over the bed and kissed her mouth. As the kiss ended, he transferred the piece of meat from his mouth to hers and she ate it. As she did, Sally wondered if any other woman had ever eaten meat flavored by her own vaginal juices and decided it was a most exciting snack.
"I've just made a thrilling scientific discovery," Oscar told his daughter as he finished the last piece. "See what cunt flavored wiener does for a man."
Standing, he smiled as she looked at his penis which had stiffened strongly, the skin drawn well back to emphasize the bigness of the swollen head which was so ready to be buried where the wiener had been.
"Oh Daddy, you're going to fuck me again," Sally said with delight, her eyes shining.
"You bet I am, you beautiful, horny little angel. Get on your hands and knees and show me how nicely you can arch that beautiful butt for me. Position yourself so you can see our reflection in the mirror while I get behind you and ride your ass."
"Are you going to stick your prick up my butt-hole?"
"No dear, I'm going to fuck your cunt again, but this position is called dog style. I especially like it because while I'm fucking I can hear my belly spank your ass. It provides a delicious sound. You'll hear it too and I think you'll like it. Also, you'll see your tits hanging heavy and swaying so beautifully."
Sally hurried into position and gave a little squeal of delight as she looked at her reflection, then her father was kneeling up behind her, the head of his stiff penis touching one of her buttocks.
"What a beautiful butt, darling," he told her as he fondled it with both hands. "What lovely thighs, what luscious tits, what a beauty you are, my dearest. I'm going to get my prick into your cunt now and give you a slow fucking that will last a long time. I'm sure you'll come at least once while I'm fucking you and spanking your beautiful bottom with my belly.
Oscar guided his penis to her ready slit, pushed the head into her and drew a moan of passion from his daughter as he left just the head inside her slit and she felt it throbbing excitingly.
He left it there more than a minute before Sally felt him beginning to feed it to her, just a little at a time and went on doing so until it was all the way home and she felt his tummy pressing against her smooth behind.
"Ooh, Daddy, it feels so good to have all your cock in my twat like this. I'm going to love fucking in this position. Look at us. We look so exciting. You're the big dog and I'm your horny bitch in heat. I love to see animals fucking, but from now on I'm going to enjoy that even more."
"I'm glad you enjoy it, darling. We'll do it this way often."
"Daddy, do you think we could arrange to see horses fucking sometime? That would really make me horny. The horse would have such a long prick."
"I'll find a way to set it up for us, dear. We'll watch it and then we'll fuck. Maybe I can arrange for some farmer to put on a show for us. As payment for it, you'll strip naked, we'll let him feel you up a little, maybe suck your tits and your cunt if he wants to, then I'll fuck you in the same position the horses fucked. I wouldn't let him fuck you, but he could jerk off if he felt like it or maybe you could jerk him off. I'm going to teach you how to pull my cock and make it go off. There will be times when it will come in handy."
"Sure, Daddy, but I want to learn to suck you as well. I'm just dying to suck your cock."
"You'll learn, darling. I'm going to teach you everything there is to know about sex and you're going to be a model student. That's enough conversation for now," he told her. "I'm going to fuck my beautiful bitch now."
She sighed as he renewed his grip on her hips, then his penis was stroking slowly in her hot, juicy depths as their sighing and panting warmed the room. With each stroke, his belly slapped her behind, making an exciting sound. In the mirror, she saw the whole scene reflected, adding to her excitement. Her breasts danced and swayed as her father had said they would and that made the scene even more exciting for her.
As he had promised her, Oscar was able to maintain his erection for a long time, then she was panting that she was going to climax.
"Yes, baby, yes," he panted as he went on riding her arched behind. "Let it happen ... have a nice big come while I fuck you ... Take it, baby ... take it ... take it ... "
When she felt the approach of orgasm, she opened her mouth to tell him so, but instead of words, all that came out was a series of cries and grunts as very strong orgasm swept over her and he pulled her silken smooth bottom tightly against him, delighting in the way it squirmed against him until the beautiful storm passed.
"Now I'm going to change the style of our fuck," he told her as he changed his grip.
"Oh Daddy, you're not going to take your prick out of me, are you?"
"Not on your life, angel. I'm not going to take it out until your sweet cunt has sucked it dry. When dogs fuck, the male really pounds cock to her as fast as he can, doesn't he?"
"Oh yes, it's so fast, so thrilling to watch."
"That's the way I'm going to fuck you now, dear. I'm really going to pound cock up your cunt and slap your beautiful butt with my belly. Ready, here we go now, darling."
He tightened his grip on her, then he was panting as he rode her behind in wild abandon. In addition to the thrilling feel of the strong member pistoning in her vagina, there was the added thrill of seeing the action reflected in the mirror and the exciting sound of the fast slapping of her behind as he stroked.
To his delight, even at that speed, Oscar was able to ride for what he guessed was two or three minutes more before he felt the explosion building, then he pulled her bottom tightly against him, rammed his penis all the way home one more time and then his semen was shooting strongly into her and he felt her strong vaginal muscles strangling his shooting stick, sucking him dry and so weakening him that when it was all over, he collapsed onto the bed beside her.
Their weekend at the cottage was a continuing orgy for two as he set out to keep his word by teaching his daughter everything he could about sex. On the second day, he stood naked in the bedroom while Sally, equally naked, knelt at his feet.
"Yes darling," he panted as she sucked, "what a sweet mouth you have. You're a perfect cock sucker. That's it, take as much of the shaft in your mouth as you can ... Yes ... yes ... oh Jesus how you suck my prick."
The sucking lesson went on for a long time, then Sally was panting and trembling with excitement as he spurted his semen into her mouth and she drank it all and tried to suck for more until he took the spent penis away from her, his knees sagging with fatigue which was a total delight.
All through the joyous days and nights, he sucked in her crotch and kept her climaxing time after time. They tried many positions of sexual intercourse, but he always had something else to teach her.
That Saturday evening, just before bed time, he sent her to the bathroom for a jar of Vaseline, then she was kneeling on all fours as he prepared her for anal intercourse.
"Oh Daddy, I can't wait to feel your prick up my butt. I know I'm going to love being ass fucked."
"Maybe you will and maybe you won't, darling," he told her as he prepared to invade her anus. "It isn't at all like taking it in the cunt. Some very sexy women draw the line at ass fucking. Anyway, you'll soon know how you feel about it because I'm ready to slip it up your arsehole. You're so tight, I'll really have to work to get my prick all the way into you."
Sally felt the big head between her buttocks, it pushed against the tight pink ring, then she gasped as it stretched a path and slipped into her.
"Oh Daddy, it's so big ... it stretches me ... Maybe it's too big."
"No it isn't, darling. Even little boys can take big cocks up the butt. I can't stop now, dear. I've got to get my cock all the way in. Here ... uh ... uh ... take it ... take it take it ... aaahhhhhhh, Jesus, I'm all the way in. You've got six inches of stiff prick up your arsehole."
Holding her hips, Oscar delighted in the feel of his big organ stretching her anus and rectum, the head getting right up into her bowel, but the very tightness which made the act so delightful also served to speed ejaculation and then he was jerking madly against her behind as he fired his load strongly into her while her pendulously hanging breast swayed.
When he withdrew his spent organ from her, she lay face down on the bed and he watched the muscles of her buttocks tighten, smiling as he understood why.
"You're afraid you're going to poop, aren't you, darling?" he asked.
"Yes Daddy, my hole feels like it's wide open and I can't hold my poop back."
"That's natural, dear. You'll feel that way for quite a while, but don't worry, your hole has gone right back into shape. You aren't going to poop. How did you like your ass fucking?"
"To tell the truth, Daddy, I didn't enjoy it as much as straight fucking."
"Then we'll forget about it, darling. If at any time you want to try taking it up the butt again, you can let me know. Until you do, I won't suggest doing it again. I want sex to be as beautiful for you as it is for me. I want you to enjoy it every time and to always want more."
"Gee Daddy, what a wonderful lover you are. What a wonderful man in every way."
They went on enjoying their weekend orgy and when it was finished, they agreed that they couldn't manage one more sexual act without dying of fatigue. That state lasted until they reached the outskirts of the city and, after fondling her left thigh for a while, Oscar told his daughter that he had another erection.
"We can't let that happen, Daddy darling," she told him with a smile. "See that supermarket parking lot ahead? Why don't we park for a little while? Say just long enough for me to suck your beautiful prick and drink your cream."
Oscar turned the car into the lot, they kissed and played for a while, then she opened his fly and bent over him. She sucked beautifully for a long time, then he was groaning as his semen spurted and she went on sucking greedily, sucking him dry again.
"I feel so naughty," she said, later, as they drove out of the lot, her panties pushed down, a finger between the lips of her organ as she masturbated. Climax came just a few blocks from home, then, she pulled her panties back up and tried to get herself composed.
It proved unnecessary as her mother was sprawled in drunken sleep on a chair in the living room. They dragged her to the bedroom without her showing any sign of life, and Sally found a surprising delight in helping her father strip the woman naked.
Laughing, Oscar positioned his wife with her legs wide apart, then went to the window and opened the drapes wide. The window across the driveway was that of a bedroom where two teen-aged boys slept. As he and his daughter left the room, he turned on the light to provide a free show for anyone who happened to be in the bedroom of the neighboring house.
Oscar and Sally were so excited by what they had done that they went to her bedroom and stripped naked. He went down and his daughter and licked her all the way to orgasm, then his penis was stiff enough to permit them yet another delightful session of sexual intercourse.
They reverted to what had become their favorite position, Sally kneeling on all fours while he rode her lovely behind.
While Oscar and his daughter waited for the woman to drink herself to death, he rented a small apartment where they met frequently to carry on their illicit affair.
Evelyn is still alive, but doctors have informed Oscar that her liver is all but destroyed and that even if she were to quit drinking, it would probably be too late to save her life.
Oscar hasn't bothered mentioning that to her and, being a considerate husband, he makes sure that there is always a good supply of liquor in the house so that when she wants a drink, she can have one.
While they look forward to her death, Oscar and his daughter are enjoying their lives and looking ahead to even better days to come.
CASE HISTORY 4
Grace and her daughter Angie were more than mother and daughter, they were inseparable friends and confidants in everything, including matters of sex.
Grace had come from humble beginnings, but early in life had learned that her beautiful body and cunning brain were all she needed to cross the tracks into the better world where she wanted to live in comfort.
She married well, financially, an older man whom she regarded as a beautiful insurance policy. When Angie was born, Grace decided one daughter was family enough and vowed that she would train her well so that she too would enjoy a beautiful life of ease and luxury.
Her husband devoted much of his time and energy to business and Grace didn't mind that at all, even encouraged it on the grounds that the tough pace was dangerous to his heart and could cash in her insurance policy early.
When she wanted sex, there were friends whom she could see, discreetly so that her needs were adequately met.
Her husband enjoyed watching her undressing and walking around their bedroom in bra, panties and nylons, or naked except for garter belt and nylons, wearing high heeled shoes.
She was always eager to do it for him when he asked, and sometimes added to his pleasure by fondling her breasts as she walked, pausing from time to time to finger her vagina.
When she brought him to a state of erection with her performance, it delighted him, but the delight became greater when she advanced him from erection all the way to ejaculation.
He rarely wanted intercourse. One of his favorite acts was to lie on his back on the bed while she crouched beside him and sucked him off. He also enjoyed having her masturbate him, his favorite form of that act being to sit on a chair while she knelt before him and slowly masturbated him until he ejaculated on her lush breasts. At other times, she delighted him by masturbating in any of a variety of positions, allowing her body to writhe and jerk strongly.
Those rare times when he wanted intercourse, he liked to lie on his back, have Grace squat naked over him and impale herself on his organ. When his penis was buried in her, he would watch while she fondled her breasts for a while, then he would have her ride him until he fired his charge into her.
The marriage provided her with all the material things she could want, and she never regretted having made the deal.
When he died, Grace felt no regret at all. She had made a deal with him and had kept her part of it. His death was just the finalization, she reasoned, but she was far less philosophical when she discovered that he had not been as astute in business as he had led her to believe, so that after debts and obligations had been looked after, there was enough left over for her and her daughter to live on for a few years, but not much more. The estate to which she had looked forward proved to be a fraud.
Her daughter Angie was then a sophisticated young woman of seventeen and the two shared their disappointment and resentment. Angie had known for some time about the strange marriage of her parents and was totally Grace's ally in the venture.
"Oh well, I guess I'll just have to look around and marry again," Grace said with a shrug, as though saying that there was a spot on her dress and she would have to change it.
"I'm not so sure, Mother. After all, you've done your share, perhaps it's my turn."
"Heavens no, angel. You're much too young for that. I want you to continue enjoying the good life. Go ahead and have all the sex you want, accept gifts your admirers choose to give you, but don't think of marriage."
"Let's both think about it, Mother, but let's not either of us be too hasty. From what you tell me of the estate, we can live comfortably for another five or six years yet. A lot can happen in that time."
They went on with their lives, enjoying affairs and entertaining each other by recalling them in vivid detail when they were alone. Sometimes, they shared a lover, one of them using him one night, the other taking over the next time.
Angie was a youthful carbon copy of her mother. like her mother, she paid strict attention to diet and exercise so that her body was stunningly beautiful and excitingly firm. She dressed tastefully, displaying the beauty of her figure without ever being blatant.
Her mother had spent, hours teaching the girl the arts of physical love, describing how a man sometimes had to be lured into being a good lover and how rewarding it could be if it were done right.
"Any man who would try to stick his cock into a cunt that he hasn't sucked is a slob," Grace had once explained to her daughter, then went on to explain to her that a slob never deserved a second chance unless there was some valid reason for tolerating such crude manners.
Their lives went on after the man's death and by the age of nineteen, Angie was even more beautiful, her body maturing excitingly. She was then five-nine, with long, beautifully shaped legs, nicely rounded buttocks, a slightly rounded tummy and firm, thrusting breasts which she carried with regal grace and with a pride which was totally justifiable.
Many men had spoken of marriage, but she had always laughed off the suggestion, her standard line being, "no thanks, I'd rather live."
And then Angie met Brent whose family had recently moved to that area and joined the country club. He was twenty-two, a shy, fumbling, mother ridden young man and he was smitten by Angie's beauty, although he did not have the courage to tell her so.
Angie and her mother ran a check on the family and learned that they were blue chip all the way and since Brent was an only child, he stood to inherit everything.
"But Angie darling, you can't marry that nervous little twit."
"Don't think so much about his person or his personality, mother," Angie replied. "Think in terms of millions of dollars, as I do, and you'll find that he suddenly becomes very beautiful."
"But what will you do for sex, darling? He looks like a poor bet to me."
"Not to me, he doesn't. You know how we both like men who grovel at our feet and act the role of slaves. Think of how we could train that dear, rich young weakling."
"God, you really are my daughter, darling," Grace told her. "You're beginning to get to me. We can train him to serve sexually, if you're interested in sharing him, that is, then later, when he inherits all that beautiful money, we can easily convince him that he can't carry all that responsibility and that he should turn it over to you."
"Mother dear," Angie told her with a grin, "we are a pair of cool, conniving bitches and I'm proud of us and thankful for the wonderful training you've given me."
Laughing excitedly, they hugged, then went on to talk about how they were going to lure Brent into the kind of marriage they wanted before someone else knocked the fat plum off the tree.
Brent's father was a semi-invalid with a heart condition which kept him close to home so that he rarely engaged in social activities. Angie and her mother cultivated Brent's mother who was impressed by their social standing and by the fact that they did not appear to be social climbers, but members of the elite in their own right.
Brent's mother was pleased to accept an invitation for her and her son to visit for Sunday dinner and both mother and daughter were charming, especially Angie as she set about capturing the prize she was after. When their guests left, Angie had taken the first step by luring him into inviting her to dinner the following evening.
He didn't know how he had found the courage to do it, didn't realize that he hadn't done it at all, but had merely been programmed by Angie to say whatever she wanted him to say.
They went to a good restaurant where he surprised her by ordering a bottle of good wine with the meal. When they danced, he held her nervously, but Angie made a point of bringing them closer together, allowing him to feel that she had breasts and thighs, and he gradually responded by holding her closer.
When they got into the car to go home, Angie pretended not to be aware that the hem of her dress had ridden high up her thighs. She saw him stealing quick glances and knew that he was very much aware of where her hem was and what it revealed, but she also warned herself not to move too fast and frighten him away.
Brent would have left her at her door, but she told him, her tone warm, that it had been a beautiful evening and she couldn't let it end without one kiss.
He would have kissed her lightly, but her arms tightened around him and then their mouths were mashing wetly together. Before she allowed the kiss to end, Angie felt the hardness of his penis and told herself that he was normal after all.
They dated often after that and, following the plan she and her mother hand worked out, Angie kept telling her quarry how much she liked him, yet never flattered him in any way, not wanting his confidence to develop. When he told her how beautiful she was, she smiled and thanked him, accepting tribute as her due.
During their fourth date, he mentioned marriage and she told him she had never thought of it until he came into her life and that she would think about it some more.
In following dates, she urged him to neck more and each time he became highly aroused. When he didn't progress fast enough, she guided his hands to her thighs and breasts, feeling them trembling with excitement, then one night she decided to be bolder and put a hand on the front of his pants to discover that his penis was very hard.
That evening, he admitted to her that he was still a virgin, explaining that he had gone to college in town and lived at home so that he hadn't had the opportunities other young men had.
"I've had sexual experience, darling," she told him as her hand rubbed over the bulge in his pants, "but now that we're talking of marriage, I feel it would be wrong for us to fuck until then."
He blushed at her casual use of the four letter word and that added to her excitement.
"Don't be uncomfortable with words, dear," she told him,' her lips brushing his ear as she whispered. "We're both adults, after all and I think the words add so much to the excitement of necking and talking about sex."
"I'm sure you're right, Angie, but I've led such a protected life."
"I understand that, dear, but I'll lead you. After all, who says the male must be the leader?"
"No, I suppose not, especially when the woman has experience and the man hasn't. You can't know how I've hungered for sex, Angie."
"Poor dear, it must be terrible. Actually, I've been fucking since I was sixteen. Mind you, I don't just open my legs for any man at all. Mother taught me everything about sex and taught me to be discriminate in the matter of letting men fondle and suck my tits, kiss my butt and get into my cunt to fuck me. Fucking and sucking can be so beautiful if the people are properly suited to each other. At least that's the way it is with me,"
"Do you think we're properly suited, Angie?"
"I feel very confident that we are as far as our personalities are concerned. Since you've never fucked a woman, I can't be sure that you have the potential to be a really good lover, but with the proper training, I have a hunch you can do all right."
"Oh Angie, I know I would. When will you start to train me? We don't have to wait until we're married to do that, do we?"
"I'm afraid so, dear, as far as fucking is concerned. Still, I could tell you about some of the things a woman has the right to expect from a lover, things like having her breasts sucked, her ass kissed and licked, her pussy lapped and all that."
"This is all so new to me, Angie, but (it sounds so exciting. When you talk about kissing arses, do you mean the man kisses her cheeks all over?"
"I mean he kisses and licks her cheeks, then he uses his tongue between them, licking her crack and her hole, curling his tongue right up her hole to ream her. When a man does that, he shows the woman that he loves to show her that he wants to pay tribute to her body."
"I understand," Brent told her, eagerly. "It's the same with lapping her cunt, I guess."
"That's right, dear, you are learning fast. When a woman has a man's face buried in her crotch, it can be a bit of heaven as he sucks her cunt and gets his tongue up her slit to lick her until she climaxes. There are many ways in which a man can be a perfect lover, and to reach that stage, he must make a love slave of himself. Think you can do it, darling?"
"Oh yes, Angie. You body is so beautiful. I want to devote the rest of my life to paying tribute to it in all the ways you've talked about. Please Angie, do tell me you'll marry me as soon as possible. I'll be so good to you in every way. I want to be your love slave and to shower you with all the good things of life."
"All right, darling, I'll marry you," she told him, then they were kissing in the passionate style she had taught him, their tongues playing sexy games, her lush breasts stabbing his chest.
"Oh darling," Angie sighed, "I'm so anxious to be married to you so we can do all the things we want to. Right now I'm so horny that the crotch of my panties is ready to catch fire."
"Oh, Angie, please let me feel there," he begged.
"Well, all right, but you can't look. Put your hand under my dress and feel your way up my thighs," she told him. "I guess one little rub of my panties won't do any harm."
She felt the trembling hand reach under her dress, then she sighed as he felt his way up a thigh until he had a hand in her crotch and her sighs became warmer as he rubbed there.
"You have such a good touch, dear, so gentle," she told him. "Isn't the crotch of my little panties hot?"
"Oh yes, it must be so beautiful to see as well."
"I'll tell you what, darling. I'll let you see my crotch, but you must promise to kiss and suck my hot panties for me. Kneel on the floor dear," Angie told him and he hurriedly complied as she sat on the edge of the couch, raised the hem of her dress, then parted her legs and heard his groan of arousal as he stared into her crotch where black nylon snugged against her vulva.
"There, darling, you're looking into a woman's crotch," she told him in a husky whisper. "Now you must hold me by the hips, kiss my crotch then begin sucking and don't stop until I tell you to."
Instantly, he obeyed, then his hands rubbed on her hips and thighs as he buried his face in the silken warmth of her crotch, kissed the clinging nylon, then began sucking.
"Oh yes, dear, you're sucking beautifully," she told him as she rubbed his head. "Let me hear it, make it juicy. I love to feel and hear juicy sucking in my crotch. Yes ... that's it ... suck, dear ... suck my hot panties ... ooohhhhh."
Angie kept him sucking for a few minutes, then decided she had to have an orgasm so she made him stop and he knelt back, still staring into her lovely crotch.
"I'm so horny that I just have to finger my cunt and have a come," she told him and he watched as she pushed a hand into the front of her panties and found her clitoris with the tip of a finger. "When a woman fingers her cunt," she explained to him, "it's just like when a man pulls his prick and shoots. I guess you must do that quite a bit."
"Yes, especially since I met you," Brent told her as he saw the motions of her hand through the sheer nylon of her panties. "Every night when I go home after seeing you, I have an erection. I strip naked and think of you while I pull myself, then I feel better."
"How sweet, dear. I'm thinking of you now. I'm thinking of how you sucked my panties and how later you'll suck my tits and my arsehole and my cunt and how you'll fuck me with your hard prick. I'm close now, dear, I'm almost ready to come," she told him, then fell back on the couch and he stared, panting, as she squirmed in orgasm, her cries of lust loud and wildly thrilling to him.
"Gee darling," he said later, "you made quite a lot of noise when you came. Weren't you afraid your mother would hear?"
"Lord no, she fingers her pussy too. It was she who taught me how to do it. When we're alone and I'm horny, I often finger myself with her in the same room. Sometimes she does it too. It's fun when we sit side by side on the couch and finger ourselves. Sometimes when we're especially horny, I finger her cunt and she fingers mine. We're a very special mother and daughter team, as you may have guessed. Of course, darling, you understand that you must never tell any of this to a soul."
"Of course, darling," he assured her. "Everything between us is sacred."
"That's good, dear. Now I think I should do what I can to make you feel better. Your stiff prick must be making you uncomfortable, isn't it?"
"Yes, but what are you going to do, Angie?"
"I'm going to pull you off so you'll feel better going home. Stand up dear and I'll take your pants down and jerk you off. I think you'll like the feel of my hand on your cock."
Angie saw that he was blushing as she unfastened his slacks and that his knees were trembling. Slowly, she opened the zipper of his fly and saw the bulge of his erection, then she pulled his pants and briefs down.
"You have a good prick, dear," she told him as she closed a hand gently around it. "It's very hard and it feels strong. The size is good too. Let me see how your balls feel. Mmmmmm," she said as she hefted the big sac, "it feels nice and full. I'll soon empty it for you. Stand this way dear, yes, that's it. Now I'll jerk you off and you can shoot all over the back of the couch. It's plastic and can be wiped off."
Putting a hand on one of his buttocks, she began masturbating him, keeping him trembling as her hand drove him wild with passion.
"Pretend my hand is a cunt, darling," she told him, "and you're fucking it. Of course my cunt is even softer than my hand. It's nice and moist and warm too. You'll go wild the first time you stick your prick into it for a fuck."
"Oh Angie, I'm getting so close. I'm going to ... uh ... go off ... I'm going to shoot."
"Yes dear, just let it go when you're ready. Just a few more pulls, like this ... and this ... and this..., " she said, then she felt his organ swelling and throbbing and aimed it so that his semen fired strongly against the back of the couch.
When the spurting finally stopped, his weak knees sagged and his penis softened in her hand. Smiling, she produced a towel and told him to clean up his semen. As she watched him doing it, she slipped a hand into her panties and fingered herself to another lovely orgasm.
Before Brent left, Angie took him to her mother and broke the news.
"I'm so happy for you, my dears," Grace said, then kissed her daughter, then she took Brent in her arms and gave him a kiss which was anything but motherly, her tongue playing in his mouth while she pressed breasts and belly against him, rubbing and making him squirm.
"I suppose you didn't know that mothers could kiss like that," she said with a grin after the kiss. "What surprises me is that you didn't get a hard-on."
"You can't expect miracles, Mother," Angie told her with a grin. "We've been playing sexy games. I allowed Brent to suck the crotch of my panties, then I fingered myself. After that, I took his pants down and pulled him off. He has a good cock and balls and plenty of pressure."
"How nice dear, I'm sorry you didn't invite me to watch. Perhaps another time. Good heavens, all this talk of sex has made me horny. I guess I may as well do something about it."
While Brent blinked in astonishment, Grace pulled the hem of her dress up, pushed a hand into her panties and fingered herself until she climaxed, squirming hotly in the big chair.
After Brent left, mother and daughter had a long chat, talking about how they were going to train him, to make him a sex slave who would serve them both and infuse excitement as well as money into their lives.
The next time Brent visited, there was a special treat in store for him as, after he and Angie had been necking for a while, she called Grace into the room. Blinking with surprise and excitement, he heard Angie tell him that he was going to be allowed to suck both their crotches, though with their panties on, and that later, they would masturbate him.
Mother and daughter sat on the edge of the couch, then fell back and opened their crotches. Dropping to his knees, Brent moved his face from crotch to crotch on command, making both panty crotches very wet and adding considerably to the moisture there. When it was decided they'd had enough, Grace had him stand, then took his pants and briefs down to play with his penis.
"Be a dear and give me your panties, darling," she said to her daughter who calmly stood and took her panties off. "There now, I'll just make a little pad with them and we'll give this dear boy something nice to shoot his cream into."
While Brent panted and trembled, Grace slowly masturbated him until he was shooting his semen into the panties and his knees buckled again.
"Now then, dear," Grace told him as she gave him the semen filled panties, "you may as well learn more. Take these panties to the bathroom and wash them out."
She and her daughter trembled with excitement as the young man took the panties from her and eagerly went to the bathroom with them. While they waited for his return, Grace took her panties off and they fingered each other and enjoyed strong orgasms.
Later that evening, they discussed the problem of Brent's lack of sexual experience and agreed that they could quickly help him overcome that. As they talked, Brent's nervousness gradually passed and he was able to participate in the conversation.
"Actually, my dears," Grace told them, "I see this as a mother's responsibility. With all the sex experience I've had, I think I should take a hand in training the groom in preparation for the bridal night. How do you feel about that, Angie?"
"I think it's a lovely idea, Mother. I think the whole thing would be more effective if you trained the two of us together. I know all about fucking and sucking and all that, but I've never had a husband after all and perhaps it's different."
"Good idea, dear. I'll prepare a teaching plan and we can commence our lessons tomorrow evening. I think, Brent, that you'll enjoy the way I teach. It will be very pleasant for me, I'm sure, and I'll try to make it thrilling for you and Angie as well. You are going to be a good student, Brent, I'm confident of that, and I promise to be a good teacher."
Later that evening, Grace decided that one quick lesson would be helpful to Brent, so she and Angie stood with their backs turned to him, their thighs pressed tightly together, then they raised their dresses above their hips as he knelt behind them and, for the first time in his life, feasted his eyes on naked female behinds.
"Now Brent," Grace told him, "see how nicely you can kiss and lick our arses. Try to make us nice and horny."
Delighted with the assignment, Brent busied his mouth and tongue, ministering to four silken cheeks and two most exciting cracks, his hands fondling while he worked, his penis stiffening again and threatening to erupt.
"Concentrate a little more on our arseholes," Grace told him, then he pried the cheeks of her behind apart, buried his face between them and tongued her anal rign until she told him to move to her daughter's behind and do the same to her.
When Grace decided he'd done enough, she and Angie dropped the hems of their dresses and told him to stand. As he did, she noticed the bulge of his erection and he was told to take his penis out.
"Jerk him off on my butt dear and give me a lovely massage," Grace told her daughter, then lay face down on the couch and Angie pulled the hem of her dress well over her hips, brought the young man into position and caught his organ in her right hand.
Unhurriedly, she masturbated him until he spurted his semen all over the big cheeks. After she had squeezed the final drops of semen from his spent member, Angie told him to move aside, then, bending over her mother, she used both hands to rub the rich fluid all over the firm cheeks, one finger taking some into the valley between to make the massage complete.
"Mother loves to have her butt creamed from time to time," Angie told Brent as he stared, fascinated. "She tells me semen is good for the skin and that drinking it is beneficial for the throat."
"It really is," Grace assured them. "Semen can also be an excellent cure for hangovers, if you can get enough of it. I recall waking one morning at a lodge with a hell of a hangover. The circumstances were perfect since there were lots of men around, so I sucked six cocks. I went to the kitchen then and found the male cook. I sucked his cock as well and almost instantly I felt fine again. I heartily recommend cock juice for just about anything and I don't mean just fucking either."
Brent returned to the house early and eager the following evening. As Angie admitted him, they kissed and she felt the front of his pants, discovering that he already had an erection.
He followed her eagerly to her mother's bedroom where he poured drinks for them from the small bar she kept there, then they sat and Grace began telling them of her plans for the evening. When they finished their drinks, she told Brent to strip naked and she and her daughter watched as he did so, eagerly, proud of his stiff penis which kept twitching as he focused his gaze on generously exposed thighs, then she had him take her dress off.
"One of the many jobs of a love slave or a sex servant," Grace told him, "is to know how to dress and undress a woman and how to do it well. Other tasks include bathing the mistress. I'll teach you that and many other things."
"Oh yes, Grace, I'd love to bathe your body all over and then rub you dry with the towel."
"I think it would be better if you called me Miss Grace, dear."
"Yes, Miss Grace."
"Very well, now go take Angie's dress off. You're going to see your bride to be in her bra and panties."
With the same display of eagerness, Brent went to the younger woman, opened her dress then helped her to step out of it, trembling at the sight of the two women in their exotic lingerie which covered little and hid even less.
"Now Brent, come to the bed with me and I'll give you a lesson in how to feel a woman up before you take her bra and panties off. Start with my tits, then you'll work your way down to my buttocks, thighs and then up to my crotch. I'll want you to make my panties very wet. A woman's panties should never be removed dry. To do so would be most insulting to her pride."
While Angie watched enviously, Grace went on to give Brent a thrilling lesson in foreplay, then had him take her bra off. His hands trembled as he fought with the hooks, then the bra was off and he gasped as he stared at her naked breasts which jutted boldly in firm beauty.
"Now Brent, I want you to fondle my tits, make my nipples stick out, then I'll give you a lesson in tit sucking. That's a very important art."
Brent proved to be a very apt pupil and he soon had the woman sighing and squirming as he fondled and sucked her breasts avidly, instinct and her whispered commands telling him what to do.
That portion of the lesson completed, she called her daughter to join them on the bed and tested him, much to Angie's delight. He performed beautifully and Grace was lavish in her praise.
The next section of the lesson involved fondling and kissing a woman through her panties, sucking the crotch of them, much as Angie had taught him to do, then came a lesson in how to remove a woman's panties.
"That was nice, dear," Grace told him when he knelt with the panties in his hand. "Now then, take the crotch of my panties in your mouth and suck them. As you do, I want you to keep in mind that the nylon you are sucking covered my cunt when you made it hot and juicy. A woman loves to see a man sucking the crotch of her panties and the toes of her nylons. Nylons will be your next lesson. I must say, you're doing excellently so far," she said as she watched him sucking her panties.
When she was satisfied that he had sucked enough, she had him put the panties down and take off one of her shoes.
"My feet feel quite warm, Brent," she told him as she sat on the edge of the bed. "I think my nylons should be quite tasty. Take my foot to your mouth and suck my toes. Don't worry about making my nylons wet, that's all a part of the game."
Holding her foot and ankle reverently, the young man took the nylon sheathed toes into his mouth and as he sucked, Angie trembled with a new surge of arousal, wondering how far her mother was going to take him in the first lesson, guessing that she wasn't going to feel like stopping until she had taken him all the way to intercourse.
"That's a good boy, Brent," Grace said with a sigh. "At the end of a long day, when a woman's feet may feel tired, there's nothing more beneficial to the feet than having her toes sucked through her nylons. Suck on the other one now. Ah yes, Brent, you have a good mouth to serve a woman. There's so much I can teach you. After you've finished with my toes, I think I'll have you use your mouth and tongue on my beautiful butt, then you'll be ready to move on toward the more thrilling acts with your mouth."
Brent thrilled to her words as greatly as he did to the sight of her naked body and the delight he felt in sucking the toes of her nylons. The young man who had hungered for the sight and the touch of one female body suddenly had two of them and was performing acts of which he had never even dreamed, and would perform one act of which he had dreamed so often, usually with his hand holding his stiff, throbbing penis until that moment when his semen spurted and the dream faded away.
"That will do, dear," Grace told him, then she was turning carefully, still keeping her vulva hidden from him as she lay face down on the bed, naked except for garter belt and nylons, her tummy rubbing subtly. "Do my butt now, dear," she told him. "Let me feel a nice tongue on my cheeks and in my crack."
Brent showed her that he had learned his lesson well as he bent over her and after covering her buttocks with wet kisses and licks, he drew the cheeks apart and licked up and down her crack while she sighed with pleasure.
"Stop, Brent," she said, her voice breaking, "I must have something more. I'm in desperate need of an orgasm. You're going to give it to me."
Turning over quickly, she lay across the bed and her legs opened wide, showing Brent what he so longed to see. As he stared at her vulva below the thick bush, he wasn't sure it was exactly what he had expected, but he knew it was exciting to see and would be terribly exciting if he were permitted to insert his penis there and make a big dream come true.
"Kneel by the bed, dear," Angie told him. "Mother is ready to have her cunt sucked. You're a very lucky young man to have such an exciting teacher. Be sure you do a good job on her cunt and give her a nice big come. After-all, the man I marry has to be a skilled cunt lapper. Mother and I insist on that in our men."
Trembling, he dropped to his knees, then Angie became the teacher as she crouched beside him.
"You start by kissing and licking the cunt to make it nice and wet," she told him and he did so, eagerly.
"There, that's good, dear, now start sucking. Suck on her cunt as though it were a very ripe peach and you are starving. We want to hear plenty of wet sucking sounds. That's the way. You may rub her hips and belly if you wish. You can let your hands rub higher and massage her tits as well. Mother--likes that when she's having her cunt sucked. That's the way, dear, keep going just like that. You're sucking beautifully and you will give me a beautiful come."
"Get the tongue in ... find my clit," Grace panted. "I'm going out of my mind."
Bending closer, Angie took the face away from her mother's crotch, parted the lips of her wet organ and showed Brent the clitoris.
"That's the passion bud, dear," she told him and had him touch it with the tip of a finger. "It's like a tiny little dick and when it's licked right, the woman has a beautiful climax. Get your tongue right on it and start licking. Don't stop until I tell you."
Returning his open mouth to the wet slash in her crotch, Brent found the clitoris with only a little difficulty, then his hands were rubbing warmly over her body as he licked until she cried out and he felt her body jerking wildly under him.
"That's enough, Brent," Angie said and pulled his face out of her mother's crotch. "Let her have a nice big come now. I'll just hold her pussy for her," she added as she sat beside her mother and pressed her open hand gently on the vulva of the groaning, panting woman as climax seemed to go on and on, then she was sighing warmly as it passed and left her glowing with content.
"Did he pass the test, Mother?" Angie asked, knowing the answer.
"Beautifully, my dear. He laps cunt like an angel. I do believe he's ready for the final test already. He surely appears to be ready. See how his prick throbs."
"Are you going to ... to let me stick it in you?" he asked, nervously.
"That sounds rather vague, Brent. I'm going to permit you to stick your stiff cock up my slippery cunt and fuck me. I think it will be a very short fuck, but do your best. Work your prick slowly in my cunt and try to make it last."
Grace changed her position, then she was lying on the bed with her legs wide open, knees bent up as she waited for the trembling young bull-virgin to mount. That it was going to be his first time made the act more exciting for the woman and she felt her vaginal muscles contracting in anticipation.
Crouched beside her mother, Angie caught the big, stiff penis, rubbed the head over the wet lips of her mother's vulva, then she pushed the head between the lips, feeling him trembling and hearing his moan of passion and delight as his penis penetrated vagina for the first time.
"Isn't it thrilling to have your cock in a cunt, dear?" Angie asked.
"Oh yes. It's so good. I can't believe it."
"Push it all the way in now. Fill her hot cunt with your cock. That's it ... that's it ... give it to her ... give her that lovely cock, she loves it ... There, you're in her all the way, now start stroking. Just work it in and out. Draw it well back ... yes ... that's the way to fuck a woman."
Grace emitted a cry of frustration as he drew it too far back and his penis slipped out. Hurriedly, Angie had the wet shaft in her hand again and steered it back into her mother's open slit so that Brent could resume action.
He was much more careful after that, making sure he kept enough of his organ in her each time he drew back, then he felt the approach of ejaculation.
"I don't want to shoot, but I'm going to," he said, panting, trying to hold back his charge, knowing that he didn't have a chance.
"Let it go, Brent," Grace told him. "Ram that cock to me and shoot your juice into my belly."
Instinctively, his body quickened the pace, he gave her a few fast jabs, then he was grinding in her crotch, his sweating body trembling as he pumped his semen and her vaginal walls clutched at his spending member, sucking at it until he was totally drained and collapsed weakly on her warm, moist body as she wrapped her arms around him and held him warmly.
From time to time, her vagina gave his organ a quick squeeze, drawing a groan from him and adding to his great delight.
Changing her mind about making Brent wait for sex until they were married, Angie left her bra and panties on, confident that she could rearouse him more quickly, promising herself that when she achieved that, he would get another lesson in sex, this time with her playing the role of teacher.
When Brent dismounted, Angie showed him how to clean a woman's crotch with a warm face cloth and towel. The task delighted him and he performed it well, then Grace too put her bra and panties on while Brent was told to remain naked.
They discussed their new life and how Brent's role would be that of sex slave to the two of them. He told them he was delighted and that he would be obedient in all things and would strive constantly to please them and show his appreciation of their being so good to him.
Later, when his penis showed signs of stiffening, Angie had him stand before them and play with himself until it was properly hard, then she took him to the bedroom with Grace following him and put him through his paces again.
Brent performed all the acts for her that he had for her mother, but Angie added one of her own, kneeling with her head down and her naked behind arched high while Grace taught him how to curl his tongue so that he could work it up Angie's rectum and ream her. He did it well and she was delighted with his performance.
After that, he prepared her organ for intercourse as he buried his face in her crotch for the second time and sucked and licked until she climaxed strongly. Although he didn't mention it, when he inserted his penis into her vagina, he found it tighter and even more thrilling than her mother's had been.
Brent passed all the tests, then he and Angie were married in one of the big social events of the season. As he walked down the aisle to meet his bride, the many guests in the big church would have been horrified had they known that under his formal suit, he was wearing pink nylon panties a garter belt and nylons and that a bow of red ribbon had been tied around his penis.
After the reception, when the bride and groom left on their honeymoon, Grace left the city too, telling her friends she was going to New York for a couple of weeks.
But New York was the farthest thing from her mind and, early that evening, two cars pulled up beside a secluded country lodge as three persons prepared to enjoy a most unusual honeymoon, a honeymoon calculated to make sure that Brent would always be properly subservient to his wife and his mother in law.
CASE HISTORY 5
"My God. Dawn, you've really found the courage to join Women's Lib?" Betty asked the younger woman, just a trace of sarcasm in her tone. "I hope you didn't ask George's permission."
"Cut it out, Betty. If I were as old and as wise as you, it may be easy, but I'm not."
"I'm sorry, dear, I really shouldn't tease you. It's true that as an old woman of thirty-two and a divorcee at that, I find it very easy to tell males where to get off, but being twenty and married less than two years, I guess it can be pretty difficult at that. How did he take it?"
"Oh, he laughed and kidded me a lot, but there was nothing he could do. I made it clear I was joining the group. After all, when he told me I couldn't take a job, he did tell me to join some clubs and find things to do. I just joined a club."
"Your George is a typical male chauvinist pig, dear. You can work, you want to work, but it would hurt his male pride if his friends found out his wife worked. Of course there's the added factor that a job and salary would permit you to feel independent, and there are very few husbands who can tolerate that. Keep 'em chained to the stove in the daytime and the bed at night, that's the motto of the M.C.P. club."
"Not for this woman, it isn't going to be," Dawn replied with firmness as Betty got up to refresh their drinks.
"Be careful, dear. The male doesn't give up that easily. Tell me, hasn't he started making noises about starting to have children?"
"You must have been peeking," Dawn told her in a surprised tone. "That's just what he was talking about at breakfast this morning."
"Fortunately, dear, in addition to being arrogant, males are very easy to see through and that makes them a less dangerous enemy."
"I'm not sure I follow you, Betty."
"Then I'll spell it out, Dawn. You've jolted him by becoming something of an activist. He can't stop you by ordering you, so what's the next best thing? Give the little woman a couple of kids. That will keep her too busy changing shitty diapers to give her time for all this foolishness."
"Oh Betty, surely not."
"No? Isn't it strange that he brought up the subject this morning after you made your declaration of independence last night?
"My God, such deceit, Betty. Could it really be?"
"You'll have to answer that one yourself, dear. If I were you, I'd go on postponing that great little trap for a while though. You have lots of time, dear. Face it, in less than two years, marriage has become less a joy than you had been led to believe, right?"
"That's true. The great lover sure cooled off in a hurry once he fell in love with career and business. So many husbands do."
"That's right, Dawn. When the man is lusting to get into your panties, that's one thing, but once he's gotten there and he owns the panties and the contents of them, it's a whole new ball game, or balls game. The big chase then is career. There's always a piece of tail at home when he's not too tired to take it. If he feels that his sex drive is slipping, there's always something cute and different around the office, a new pair of panties to get into, the thrill of the chase, forbidden fruit and all that. Don't think your George is any particular kind of a bastard, he's just a male."
"I've got so much to learn, Betty," Dawn said, a note of sadness in her tone.
"Realizing that is half the battle, dear. After that, it's just a matter of keeping your eyes open, your mind alert and your resolve strong. A day will come when all human beings will be equal, when they will meet in a spirit of mutual respect and equality, but that day is a long way off. When enough of us have worked hard enough for it, then it may happen, but don't hold your breath."
"I've never met anyone as soured on men as you are, Betty. It makes one wonder how it all happened."
"Pretty much the same way it happens to most women, sooner or later. My marriage started well, I loved sex, gave him all he wanted and I really mean that. When his lordship couldn't get into my twat because of menstrual activity, he generously taught me to suck his cock. I was afraid at first, then I discovered it wasn't so bad after all."
"Since we're being so frank, Betty, George taught me that a few months ago. I'd been complaining that I wasn't getting enough sex and he told me what I really needed was variety. One night we got bubbly drunk, at least I did, and the next thing I knew, his big cock was in my mouth and then he was shooting and I was drinking fast. He made a big fuss about me, told me what a wonderful wife I was, then after that, I sucked him off often."
"Does he eat your pussy?"
"No. I'd like him to and I hinted a few times, but I couldn't come right out and ask him to do it."
"Not even when you were sucking him off whenever he wanted?"
"Not even then. I guess I'm not much of a militant," Dawn said, sadly.
"You have time. You'll learn after your nose has been rubbed in it often enough. At least I hope you will. I still say postpone the kids routine until you're sure you've got a man you want to spend the next twenty-five or thirty years with. Once kids appear on the scene, it's very tough for the woman to split."
"We're being awfully frank, Betty, but there's a whole big area we have avoided so far. It's spelled S E X. Granted I'm not getting as much as I want and it isn't as good as I'd like it to be, but it has to be better than no man at all."
"Why does it have to be? I haven't been near a man, sexually, in years, yet I think I look contented. How often do you have orgasms with your husband?"
"So seldom that I've almost forgotten about it. Sometimes after we've screwed, I go to the can and do it with a finger, God, I'm really spilling it all."
"Go ahead. You need someone to talk it out with. You see, with fucking, what the man wants is to play a little, get his cock in the hole and fire off his charge. After that, all he wants is to go to sleep thinking what a great lover he is. He doesn't know or care that while he's snoring, the woman is bringing herself down with a finger in her slit instead of a prick. Masturbation is not so bad, you know, if you do it right."
"Care to tell me some more? You're getting me all wrapped up in this conversation."
Sure. My idea of masturbation is to take off all my clothes, then lie on the bed and think sexy thoughts. I play with my boobs, my thighs, sometimes with my butt and really lose myself in a sexy fantasy, then when I'm red-hot, one hand goes to my crotch. I play around for a little while, until I'm squirming for it, then I slip a finger in my slit and go for the home run blast, over the fence and right up into the stars."
"God, you make it sound so exciting."
"It is, but that's the beginning only. I bought a nice, battery operated dildo. It's the size of a prick, much harder than the real thing and it never gets tired either. I can spend an hour or more with my dildo when I'm in the mood and can have so many comes that I can't keep count of them. Sometimes, after I've fucked all I can stand with it, I take it out of my cunt, put it in my mouth and taste pussy juice while I do a blow job."
"Oh Betty, you're making me so squirmy. I can't stand it."
"Imagine that, and I haven't even come to the best parts yet."
"You're kidding, Betty. What on earth could that be?" Dawn asked, moving to the edge of her chair, her thighs pressed tightly together and wanting to rub in heat.
"I'd like to tell you about it, Dawn, but you're a very special friend and I wouldn't want to spoil that by shocking you."
"Please, Betty, I promise I won't be shocked, no matter what you tell me. Please go on and tell me all the rest."
"Maybe, Dawn, but first, you tell me something. Are you getting horny?"
"Getting? Christ, I feel like I'm going to come without being touched."
"I'm awfully horny too, Dawn. I'm going to get even hornier if I go on talking like this. ' Suppose I get so horny that I have to push my panties down and finger my cunt. Would that shock you?"
"No. I've never seen anyone doing it, but I know I wouldn't be shocked."
"Do you think it would maybe make you want to do the same?"
"I ... I don't know. The way I feel right now, I'd be doing it if I were alone. Maybe I could be brave enough to do it."
Betty did nothing to lessen Dawn's arousal when, sitting opposite her, she raised the hem of her skirt, parted her thighs and allowed her friend to see her rubbing a hand hotly on the crotch of her pale blue nylon panties, squirming a little as she told of how hot she felt and how good orgasm was going to feel in a little while. Dawn wanted to do the same, but despite her arousal, she couldn't quite bring herself to do it.
"Tell me about the really big thrills, Betty," she said. "I'm dying to hear."
"All right, Dawn," Betty replied, the hand still in her crotch. "Here goes. As I see it, the big difference between men and women is that women are more sensitive. In lovemaking, a woman wants sensitivity and understanding. A man just wants to get his ashes hauled, but most males don't understand what a woman wants and needs. Another woman does. Are you following me so far?"
"Yes. You mean lesbianism?"
"That's a label. You can attach it if you like, but labels aren't very important, not to me."
"You mean you've made out ... with women?" Dawn asked. "I'm not shocked or anything, just curious. Please tell me. I'd love to hear all about it."
"I will if you'll inspire me a little," Betty replied with a smile. "Raise your dress a bit and let me see your panties. Your pussy must be hot," she went on, "Let it get a little air like I'm doing."
Dawn blushed a little, then saw her hands trembling as she raised the hem of her dress to show her friend her white nylon panties which suddenly felt very tight and hot in her crotch.
"You're a real beauty, Dawn," Betty told her as her hand rubbed in her crotch again. "My God, those thighs look so firm and smooth. Any man who wouldn't want to bury his face between them must be a fool."
"Tell me, Betty. Please tell me some more," Dawn said, then her hand was in her crotch and the rubbing felt so good, so exciting, as modesty passed and she surrendered to sexuality along with her friend.
"I was just about your age the first time I tried it with a woman," Betty told her, her tone dreamy as she recalled the thrill of her seduction. "She was in her late thirties, I guess. "We were traveling to a political convention together. In our hotel room one night, we were talking about what bastards men could be. We went on talking woman talk, then we drifted into talking about sex.
"I guess I was ready for it without knowing it, then she had an arm around my waist, a hand on my thigh, she was whispering in my ear and then my legs just opened wide because they wanted to. Her hand moved up my thigh and into my crotch. I was sighing and squirming, then she brought our mouths together. I'd never been kissed like that before.
"We squirmed together on the couch for a long time, playing with each other, kissing and rubbing, then she took her dress off and I was really panting when I saw how she looked in bra and panties. I was just a little nervous when she took my dress off, then we were in another passionate embrace.
"She told me the bed would be more comfortable, so we went there and then all our clothes were off and she was driving me wild with her hands and her mouth. God, it was exciting when we fondled and sucked tits, but it really became heaven when I felt her face invading my crotch. I told myself I should stop her, but then her mouth was on my cunt, kissing and licking and sucking. I thought I was going to die of joy, but instead, for the first time in my life, I really lived. When that beautiful tongue licked me all the way to climax, the world just lit up and glowed and I could feel it shaking. Jesus, I'll never forget that night."
"Did you eat her cunt too?" Dawn asked, passion sweeping over her more strongly than it ever had with her husband, either before or after they were married.
"Yes, later, after she'd lapped me about three times. I was a little afraid at first, but then my face felt so good in her crotch as her thighs rubbed it, then I was sucking and licking and the whole world was her crotch and her hot, tasty cunt. I've lapped a fair number of cunts since then, but I'll never forget that first time."
"How come you got married after such a thrilling introduction to lesbianism?"
"Oh, I guess it goes back to the old beliefs, the old training. Lesbianism was supposed to be dirty, immoral, abnormal, so when a man who looked like a fairly good bet came along, I married him. Call it escape if you wish."
"But it wasn't good enough?"
"No, not nearly. I tried, really I did. I wanted to be the perfect suburban wife with the little cottage and the kids and all that, but it just wasn't possible. He was a good lover for a little while. When I didn't come while we were fucking, he'd fix me up with a finger later, but before long, that became too much trouble.
"After a while, I realized it was everything for him and nothing for me. As he seemed to tire of me, I found that he was balling his secretary and didn't have energy enough left over for just a wife. That was what did it."
"So you divorced him then?"
"Yes, but in my own way I got revenge at the same time. I cultivated the secretary, then one night when I was visiting her in her apartment, I got an idea. I worked on her very subtly, then before she knew what I was doing, we were naked and squirming on her bed. It was a real ball. When I lapped her and she came, she almost tore the house down with her shrieks of ecstasy.
"She dropped him and we spent a few wonderful months together, making love and laughing at my former husband who thought he was so fucking smart."
"Weren't there any other men after that?" Dawn asked.
"No and there never will be. No man, no matter how good a lover he may be or may think he is, can ever turn me off women. Only one woman can really know how to make love to another. It's our thing, our beautiful secret. I've never met a woman who, having tried lesbianism once, could ever give it up and go back to men to stay. I've known some who have tried, but they couldn't make it stick. Once you've known the joy of the kind of love women can give each other, men seem like clumsy, unsatisfactory, unsanitary lovers."
"You sure make it all sound convincing and exciting, Betty."
"Dear, men think their semen is God's gift to women, but I've tried it both ways, and all semen means to me is a messy crotch. When I want sex, I want those things, only women have what it takes."
"You've got me all mixed up, Betty," Dawn told her, sounding lost, confused, but excited too.
"I'll play it straight with you, dear. You've got a beautiful body and lush thighs. I'd give my eyeteeth to take you to bed and make love to you, but you're also my friend and I don't want to risk spoiling that. I want you to know how much I'd like to make love to you, but I'm not going to push, I'm not going to coax. Take your time and think it over. One of these days, I'll give you a chance to try it if you want to, but I'll make it easy for you to say no if you want to and we can still be friends."
To her surprise, Dawn felt disappointed that her friend didn't make a pass at her, then and there, a pass she knew she wouldn't be able to resist, yet she didn't have the courage to say so.
"I've got to have it now, dear," Betty said as she raised her bottom off the chair and pushed her panties down. "I've got to have a come now or I'll catch fire and burn to a crisp."
As she spoke, she sat on the edge of the chair, then leaned back, one hand working in her crotch, parting the tender looking lips as her other hand rubbed a breast through her dress.
"Uh," she gasped-as the tip of her finger touched her clitoris and Dawn stared in fascination, wild with desire, "oh Jesus, it feels good, soooo good," then the finger was rubbing her tender passion bud and her naked behind was squirming on the chair. "Oooohhhhhh, I'm so hot, so horny. It's going to come so fast ... so fast ... here it comes ... now NOWWWWWWWWW," she cried out then she was jerking madly, her head thrown back, mouth wide open, eyes shut tightly as climax swept her right out of the world and into a new place, a hundred floors above heaven.
When the tremors stopped rocking her body, Betty sighed warmly and opened her eyes, smiling at Dawn who was squirming on the couch, her thighs rubbing together hotly.
"Oh Betty," Dawn said, groaning, unable to say anything else.
"In trouble, darling?" Betty asked as she got to her feet, her panties still stretched across her thighs below the tops of her sheer nylons.
"Yes. Help me, Betty. Don't make me wait. I can't stand it."
Knowing just what her friend meant, delighted that the seduction had been carried off so easily, Betty hurried to the couch, pulled Dawn's dress up higher, then stripped her panties off and tossed them away as she pushed the trembling, sighing woman down on the couch and watched her legs come up and open to offer her hot crotch.
"It's all right, darling, I know what you need," Betty told her, then licked her lips. "My mouth and tongue will make you feel good all over. You're going to come like you've never come before."
"Dawn cried out as she felt lips kissing her inner thighs where they were so terribly sensitive, a tongue licked slowly up one thigh and then it was in her crotch, just missing her vulva as it licked in a slow circle around the target area and caused her to cry out for it, then she cried out much more loudly as a moist, warm, open mouth pressed down on her organ and bathed it with hot, moist breath. Nothing she had ever experienced could even begin to compare with the ecstasy of that first touch of a mouth on her vulva, the sheer delight of feeling a face in the warmth of her crotch.
"Oh ... uh ... oh Betty ... you're sucking ... you're sucking my cunt ... ooohhhhhhh ... uh ... uh," Dawn panted, her body seemingly on fire, most of the heat centered in her crotch where Betty was sucking and lapping with delightful greed.
Out of her mind with passion, Dawn raised her legs high so that her thighs could rub the sweetly invading face, then she moved them farther apart to make the job easier for the exciting woman, wanting the act to go on forever.
But her fever pitch of passion could not be sustained as every fiber of her body tensed, held for what seemed an endless time, then she exploded in the wildest, most delicious orgasm she had ever know.
While her body jerked in orgasm, Betty stopped licking, but she wrapped her arms around her hips and held her tightly, her hands rubbing comfortingly as the erotic storm raged within her, beautifully involving her entire being.
"Did you come, dear?" Betty asked with a teasing grin when it was all over and Dawn lay sighing warmly.
"Come? God no. I went. Right out of this world. My God, Betty, I didn't know a come could be like that."
"You didn't know a lot of things, dear," Betty said as she got to her feet and began taking her dress off. "I'm going to teach you a whole lot of things, lovely ones that will make you feel like you've never really lived before."
Dropping her dress, she unhooked her bra and let it fall off her arms, her breasts swaying enticingly as she pushed her panties down her legs and stepped out of them.
"Come darling," she said, taking Dawn by the hand and helping her to her feet, "I'll strip your beautiful body naked like mine, then take you to bed and show you what sex can really be like. That cunt lapping was just a little sample."
Dawn felt confusion entering her mind as the woman began undressing her. Her body wanted more, but her mind tried to tell her it was wrong, that she was a married woman, not a lesbian. When the thought began to get too strong, as Betty unhooked her bra, she turned her mind off, then, naked, she went with the woman to the bedroom where they met in a passionate embrace, kissing in a way her husband had never kissed her, their bodies rubbing hotly together, breasts mashing thrillingly as mouths and tongues worked excitingly and they swallowed each other's sighs and moans of raw lust.
When Dawn felt a hand fondling one of her buttocks, she reacted in kind and trembled as she discovered that fondling a firm, silken nether cheek could be exciting, beautifully so, but there were other discoveries yet to be made and Betty eagerly guided her through them.
"Oh yes, Betty, yes," she panted, "when he sucks my tits it's never like this. You're so good ... Betty ... oh yes, suck some more ... you're making my nipple raw, but I love it."
Delighted at how easily the seduction had been carried out and was continuing, Betty fondled a firm young breast while she sucked the other, then hand and mouth changed places and Dawn kept writhing and moaning in passion which kept building until she wondered if it were possible to climax from having her breasts sucked. If it were possible, she told herself, then it was soon going to happen.
But Betty didn't give her a chance to find out, as she kissed and licked her way down the firm tummy, then the tip of her tongue played a teasing game in Dawn's smoothly indented navel, leaving a little moisture behind as her face moved farther down and nuzzled in shiny black foliage which crowned the pink target which was her goal.
Without having to be told, Dawn opened her crotch wide, Betty stared into it, then her tongue was making slow, thrilling progress toward the inviting pink lips which nestled so beautifully there, lips which were still wet from the earlier sucking.
Her tongue licked slowly up Dawn's organ, then it went down, came up again with thrilling slowness, then Betty was sucking the tender lips into her mouth while Dawn resumed singing a hymn of passion. While Betty's exciting mouth went on sucking, her hands rubbed with a gentle, loving touch, then she brought her tongue into play, licking around the juicy vagina, then moving up to the highly sensitized passion bud of her writhing partner, causing Dawn's body to jerk at the first touch and making the pitch of her cries higher.
But there were more cries and moans to come and they did as the ardently licking tongue triggered an excitingly fierce orgasm for Dawn and again, she was held through it by strong arms which wrapped around her hips and thighs until she floated gently back to earth and opened her eyes to see that the world wore a golden glow she had never seen before.
"Oh Betty, that was so beautiful," Dawn sighed. "It was at least as good as the first one, perhaps a little better even. My God, how often can it happen?"
"As often as you want it to. I'd love to have it happen to me right now. Eating your yummy cunt turned me on so high, I've got to get down. Help me, darling. Feel how hot and hungry my poor pussy is," she went on, taking one of Dawn's wrists and guiding a hand to soft, warm lips in the heat of her crotch. "Yes Dawn, there, that's the way to rub a pussy. Your hand feels nice."
It felt nice to Dawn too, then it was nicer yet, especially for Betty, when a finger probed between pink lips and pushed up her slit, causing her naked behind to squirm on the bed as her crotch opened wide in silent invitation.
"Bet ... Betty, I'm ... not sure I can do it," Dawn told her partner, trembling as she wanted to return the favor yet not sure she was going to be able to.
"Sure you can, Dawn, you'll love it the moment your mouth touches my pussy. Besides, you can't see me suffering like this. Just give it a kiss for now."
Dawn moved her face closer to Betty's tummy, her body wanting to perform the act, her mind confused.
"Put your hands under my thighs and see how nice they feel," Betty urged. "Yes, like that ... mmmmm, you have such a nice touch. Look at the lips of my pussy, darling. See how they want to be kissed. Lick your lips and give me a little kiss."
Catching her breath, Dawn lowered her face to the woman's crotch, then touched her vulva lightly with her lips. As she did, she felt hands on her head, holding and rubbing it.
"That was nice, dear," Betty urged. "Now give me a little suck."
Dawn tried to raise her head but the hands held her.
"Suck, baby, give my cunt one nice suck."
Instinctively, Dawn wanted to pull away from the woman's crotch, but the hands held her firmly in place. Opening her mouth, she felt the soft lips, then sucked. As she did, tremors of excitement ran through her, her hands gripped her partner and her moan was muffled in Betty's crotch as she went to work on her, sucking greedily while Betty moaned in relief and pleasure.
As though it were something she had done often before, Dawn sucked skillfully, her hands rubbing all over Betty's body, then she remembered how it had been the licking of her clitoris that had driven her so wild, so she flicked her tongue into the hot slash and sent it in search of the passion bud.
A little cry broke from Betty as the tongue found its target, then Dawn was curling it around the little bud, licking it with maddening excitement for both of them, keeping Betty panting and groaning until the big moment when the licking triggered climax, then Betty was howling as her silken thighs came up and rubbed on Dawn's face as her behind jerked up off the bed.
"Oh Dawn darling, you were wonderful," Betty told her with a sigh. "You lapped my cunt like a beautiful, horny angel."
"I don't know about the angel part," Dawn told her, "but I sure as hell was horny. God, once I got started, eating cunt was as good as having it eaten."
"I knew that all along, dear. I was afraid you weren't going to give yourself a chance to find out."
"You needn't be afraid from now on, Betty. I'm going to want to do it whenever you'll let me. This wasn't just a one time thing, was it?"
"No darling, far from it. I want your beautiful young body and I'll always want it. We'll play for a while until we're nice and horny again, then I'll teach you how we can do it to each other at the same time."
"Sixty-nine?" Dawn asked.
"That's the name of the game, but if someone had told you this morning that you'd be playing it, how do you think you'd have reacted?"
"Like it was out of the question. God, what a teacher you are, Betty."
"And what a student you are, darling," Betty told her and reached for her breasts with both hands.
The pace of their playing stepped up gradually as passion mounted for the two women, then Betty was guiding them into position so that each buried her face in the crotch of the other, then they were sucking and licking, driving each other wild until orgasm visited the two of them almost at the same moment and their climaxes were delightfully strong and more than satisfying.
Betty and Dawn met daily after that, neither tiring of their thrilling relationship. Not only was Betty an excellent teacher, but Dawn was a brilliant and eager student and it wasn't long before she knew everything the older woman did about the art of lesbian love.
"Are you going to leave George eventually?" Betty asked her one afternoon while they rested from the ardors of lust.
"I haven't decided that yet," Dawn replied. "The way I see it, if I leave him, I'll have to go to work to support myself. As I see it now, I think I'll just go on being married to him and saving my money. If he ever finds out, there'll be hell to pay, no doubt, so I'll leave him then. In the meantime, the answer to the children bit is no thanks.
Dawn followed her plan and today, three years later, she is a more contented woman than ever before. Her marriage contains little in the way of sex, but that doesn't bother her since she gets all she wants with Betty and, as she sees it, heterosexual style sex is rather dull compared to the lesbian brand.
CASE HISTORY 6
Linda wasn't a very attractive girl by American standards, with the result that when other girls were dating, she was spending her evenings at home with her widowed mother. On the basis of what Linda tells, her mother was one of those women who enjoyed ill health.
The woman made it clear to Linda that she enjoyed all the time the girl spent with her, rather than chasing around with other girls, as she phrased it, so that made the job more tolerable for Linda.
Although she didn't realize it at the time, rather than helping her mother, Linda was really hiding in the security of her home. When other girls talked about the fun they had on various dates, Linda would give a shrug and, in her best martyr tone, point out that she really couldn't leave her mother alone so she couldn't go out evenings.
In doing so, she protected herself from the hurt of rejection. If she were available for dates and didn't get them, that was rejection. By playing it her way, rejection couldn't be a factor since she wasn't entered in the contest to begin with.
But while she rejected dates, she couldn't reject normal sexual urges. Linda didn't discover masturbation until the age of sixteen. It happened by accident when she woke one Saturday morning with her nightie fucked up and a hand between her thighs.
She didn't have to get up, so she lay there, her hand warm, a feeling of stimulation spreading over her. Instinctively, her body began to rub, then her hand was rubbing in her crotch and the feeling became better as she recognized strong sexual arousal.
Pausing in the rubbing, her hand explored her crotch, then there was a finger in her vagina and the feeling became much better. Instinct showed her what to do and then she was stroking her clitoris, panting and sweating, her nightie becoming wet and perspiration trickling down between her breasts.
When climax struck, she was barely able to avoid crying out. After the orgasm, she took her nightie off then went to the mirror to look at herself, expecting to find herself somehow changed.
Her reflection told her that she still wasn't beautiful, but somehow her body meant more to her than it had before. Her breasts were quite big and looked sexy,, so much so that she couldn't resist the urge to play with them.
While she did so, she admired her body and thighs in the mirror, twisting to view it in various positions. True she was bigger than average, she admitted, but her body was firm all over as were-her thighs, and her skin was silken smooth. Turning her back to the mirror, she twisted so that she could see the reflection of her big buttocks.
That, she decided, was probably her most beautiful feature. Her buttocks were quite big, but they were the most perfectly rounded she had ever seen and they were very firm as well. As she rubbed her hands on the firm rounds and delighted in the silken texture of her skin, she thought of how many behinds she had seen at school when girls changed before and after swimming, and told herself she had never seen one as nice as her own. As she went on fondling, the hands on her buttocks became the hands of a youth you told her how beautiful she was and how she thrilled him and filled him with desire for her beautiful body.
When her right hand went into her crotch, the hand was his and it rubbed excitingly, then a finger moved slowly into her slit and changed from a finger to a long, stiff penis.
"Oh yes, darling, fuck me," she whispered urgently as the finger moved in and out. "Fuck my cunt with your hard cock ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me," she panted and the finger went on stroking as she stood with her feet braced wide apart until climax swept over her and she looked at the reflection of her wildly flying breasts as her body jerked strongly.
At seventeen, Linda developed a crush on a teacher, a handsome man in his forties. He began to take part in her fantasies, the image of him fondling her breasts and buttocks until it was time for her finger to become his penis and bring her to climax.
One afternoon in school, she overheard him telling a girl that she was acting like a child and deserved to be spanked. The words caused her to tremble, then came visions of the teacher taking her panties down and telling her to lie over his thighs for a spanking on the naked buttocks.
The next time she was alone in the house, the thought returned and she hurried to her room and stripped naked, except for her panties. In the fantasy which came then, he fondled her breasts as he scolded her, then his hands were on her buttocks as the scolding went on.
"You have a very beautiful butt, Linda," the phantom man told her as he rubbed her panties. "I'm going to enjoy taking these pretty little panties down so that I can see your ass and feel it before I spank you. I love beautiful asses and yours is the most beautiful I've ever seen. Ready now, down come your panties, slowly, there ... there," the voice went on as she looked over her shoulder at the reflection in the mirror, "ah yes, what lovely white cheeks, what a deep crack ... I'm really going to love spanking you and making that bare ass pink and warm all over ... There ... your butt is bare now ... Step out of your panties and be naked for me."
Trembling, she stepped out of her panties and the phantom man told her he wanted to see more, wanted to look into her crotch. Almost losing her balance in her excitement, Linda squatted in front of the mirror, her knees wide apart, her vulva clearly reflected.
"You also have a lovely cunt, Linda," he told her. "After I've spanked your lovely big ass, I'm going to play with your cunt. My cock is already hard and when I've finished spanking you and playing with your cunt, I'm going to push it up your slit and fuck you and make you have a come. I'm ready to spank you now. Lie over my thighs with your bare butt turned up. You'll feel how big and hard my prick is."
Standing, her back to the mirror, Linda fondled one buttock, then watched her hand move away from it, only to return with a brisk spank. It stung and the sound rang loudly through the room.
Again and again she produced ringing sounds of open hand slapping bare buttocks as the mirror showed her how white had turned to pink all over both nether cheeks, but still the spanking went on as she played the role of spanker and spankee, more excited than she had ever been.
And then the spanking was over and her buttocks tingled as the phantom man played with her breasts and behind, then his hand went to her crotch and she squirmed as he told her how her beauty had driven him wild so that he couldn't stop.
Her finger felt as big as a penis as it pushed into her, then it was stroking and she was panting loudly, her breasts swaying. Orgasm, when it came, was magnificent, as was the second and third.
Spanking became a frequent part of her sessions of solitary sex after that and it was always exciting. At times, she was the victim, but there were other times when she was called upon to discipline a naughty boy who sobbed and pleaded as she took his pants and underwear down, played with his buttocks and penis, then took him on her bare thighs and spanked him. After the spanking, there were many sexual acts for him to perform on her as passion burned hotly, then she rewarded the red bottomed boy by allowing him to have intercourse with her.
As for fantasies became richer and more rewarding, Linda forgot about the reality of sex and of dating. She found a good job, her salary was more than adequate and she enjoyed life, telling herself she had everything she wanted.
And then, when she was twenty-eight, her mother became ill for the last time and died. After the funeral, Linda took emotional stock of herself and felt terribly alone. True, her mother had been a drag, yet she had been another person in the house. With her gone, Linda was totally alone except for the people with whom she came in contact at work.
But that feeling didn't last long as she discovered the pluses of being alone at home. With the drapes drawn, she could go about the house in the nude, feeling very naughty. She could spank herself whenever and wherever she pleased.
More and more, spanking became vitally important to her and more exciting. She experimented with various implements to make it more exciting; a hair brush, a ruler, a leather belt, a maple sapling which left red lines which lasted for a long time as reminders of the exciting beating she had both given and received.
But in time, she began to hunger for the real thing. It didn't bother her that she was a twenty-eight year old virgin, but it did bother her that she didn't have a real partner for the spankings.
She was thinking of that one afternoon as she watched Wally working in her garden. Wally was a boy of fifteen whom she hired to work Saturdays and some evenings, cutting grass and doing chores which she chose to avoid. He came from a poor family and needed the money he earned. He was an eager, though slightly shy boy, and once Linda had gotten him out of his shyness, he was fun to have around.
It was obvious that he liked her and that he didn't consider her to be too big or ugly. They chatted a lot and laughed often.
One day, when he had forgotten about a chore she had given him, she told him, with a smile, that if he did it again, she would give him a spanking.
"Imagine," she said with a wink, "I'd have to take down your pants and drawers and you'd show everything. I'd take you over my lap and spank your bare ass until it was all red. Come to think of it," she added as excitement raced through her, "that would get my dress all wrinkled, so I guess I'd have to pull my dress up and have you lie across my thighs. Do you sometimes get spanked at home?" she asked as he blushed furiously.
"N ... no. I never got spanked."
"Neither did I. I've read that there are a lot of people who like being spanked, who do it for fun because they say it feels good and makes them sexy."
"I didn't know that," he told her, nervously as he continued to blush.
"If you can keep a secret, I'll tell you about one," she said, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "She's about my age, and she has this friend, a boy, who comes to visit her sometimes. They give each other hard spankings on the bare ass and both find it exciting. It always goes on from spanking to other things. She--likes lots of sexy things and so does he. They do all of them, then they fuck. She makes it sound so exciting. Do you know that as old as I am, I've never fucked? Have you?"
"No. Gee Linda, you make me feel all kind of ... you know, funny all over."
"That's what's called being horny, dear. That's the way I feel right now. I like the feeling very much. Do you, Wally?"
"Yes, I guess. I never heard a woman talk like that before."
"I never talked like this with anyone before, not even with a man or a woman. I find it exciting, but I can stop if I'm upsetting you."
"Oh no," he responded, "I wish you'd tell me some more about your friend and her boy. How old is he?"
"I believe she said he was fifteen. Funny, that's the same age as you, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"Imagine how it would be if you had a woman friend like that. She'd take off her dress and her bra, you'd see and feel her big tits, then you'd take her panties down and spank her bare ass and make her squirm and cry. After that, you'd do lots of things like feel her cunt and suck it and then stick your cock in it and fuck her. I often wonder what fucking is like. I suppose you do too, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Is your cock hard now, dear."
"Yes."
"My cunt is so hot I can't stand it. If I were alone now, I'd strip bare naked, give myself a spanking, then I'd finger my cunt and have a great big come. One come wouldn't be enough for me, so I'd have two or three. I'll bet if you were alone, you'd take your cock out and pull yourself, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," he replied, shyly.
"Wally, look at it this way," she told him, then crossed her legs and slowly pulled the hem of her dress above the tops of her nylons, "I'm excited and you're excited. We like each other. I'd love to take you on my lap and spank your bare ass. I think you'd like to take my panties off and spank me. I think you'd like to play with my tits and my cunt and everything. Why don't we just go ahead and do it?"
"Oh yes," he said, almost crying.
"Uncrossing her legs, she moved her knees apart and pulled her dress higher.
"Come to my bedroom with me, dear, we're going to have so much sexy fun and then for the first time in our lives, we'll fuck."
As he got to his feet, Linda thought he was going to fall, so she put an arm around his waist and they left the room.
"I'm so anxious to have you lying down on top of me with your hard prick in my cunt, fucking me," she told him as they walked to her bedroom, then she put her arms around him and hugged him tightly. "Before we fuck though, I want to do all the other things. Are you afraid of the spanking I'm going to give you?"
"No. If you say spanking is so exciting, I want to find out. I can't believe that you're going to take all your clothes off and let me see you bare naked and feel you all over."
"And suck my cunt and fuck me too," she added, then his eyes went wide as she began unfastening her dress, her eyes shining with passion and, turning her back to him, she caught the hem of her dress, raised it slowly and pulled it over her head, dropping it onto a chair before turning to show him the frontal view, drawing a series of gasps from the boy.
"See how big my tits are and how smooth my belly and thighs are?" she asked him as she hefted one cup of her bra and rubbed a hand over her nicely rounded tummy. "In a little while you'll be lying on my belly while we fuck, but first you'll lie across these thighs to get a spanking, and then I'll be lying across yours with my bare butt turned up for a good smacking. I won't spank you very hard, but I want you to give me a hard spanking. My big butt can really take it. Strip to the waist now, and then I'll take your pants down. That's going to be very exciting for me. I've never done it before. I've never seen a prick before either and I'm dying to see yours. I guess I'll feel it when you're lying across my big thighs and I'm spanking your bare ass. Hurry, dear, I'm so anxious and so terribly horny as well."
His trembling fingers were less than efficient as he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, then he took his singlet off and she rubbed her hands over his smooth chest and back.
Sitting on the armless chair, she called him to her, then they were both trembling and panting as she opened his belt and the zipper of his fly while he looked down into her bra and below at her thighs and black panties.
"There now, you naughty boy," she told him the way she always told the boy in her spanking fantasy, "I'm going to take your pants down and spank your butt for you. I'll teach you to behave like a big boy or cry like a little one. There," she added as she pulled his pants and shorts down almost to his knees, "I can see your prick and your balls and everything. I think I'll play with them a little, just to add to your humiliation," Linda told him as she drew the foreskin back and stared at his penis in mounting arousal, then she reached around him and fondled his smooth buttocks with both hands, the tips of her fingers gently probing his crack as he squirmed hotly, his hard young penis throbbing.
"Come now, you naughty boy, lie across my big thighs so I can spank your naughty ass and make you cry and squirm and kick your legs. It's too late for promises now, I'm going to give your bare ass the good spanking it's had coming for a long time. Over you go," she added, then she was guiding him into position, feeling his still organ between her thighs, above the tops of her nylons.
Still scolding him, she patted and squeezed his firm young buttocks, then she began spanking. Wally sobbed and squirmed as she laid on the moderate spanks, then he began crying and kicking his legs as much as his lowered pants permitted as she slapped from cheek to cheek, thrilling to the feel and the sound of spanking buttocks other than her own, delighting in the feel of the hard penis on her thighs.
She went on spanking until he was crying loudly and his behind glowed fiery red, then she stopped and began rubbing the hot cheeks while she told him how exciting the spanking had been and how great it was going to be when he took her panties down and spanked her bare behind and made her cry.
When his crying stopped, Linda had the boy get off her lap and get out of his pants and underwear, then he was naked, his penis jutting eagerly as he sat on the chair and she went to him, reminding him to scold her before and during the spanking.
Turning her back to him, she sobbingly pleaded with her daddy not to take her panties down and spank her, but he played the game well, fondling her plump, firm nether cheeks through and around her panties as he scolded her, hoping he was doing it well. As his hands squeezed the lush cheeks, he thought his semen was going to spurt and hoped it wouldn't, then he was taking her panties down slowly, his heart threatening to explode from the fierce pounding as he bared white, smooth cheeks and an excitingly smooth, deep crack of the first female bottom he had ever seen.
And then Linda was sobbing convincingly as she lay across his thighs, her lovely bottom excitingly framed by the black garter belt, suspenders and her lowered panties, the most beautifully exciting thing the boy had ever seen.
His hand looked so small on the massive rounds, he thought as he rubbed, then he was spanking and he couldn't believe how exciting spanking could be as his hand slapped from cheek to cheek, painting a warm pink flush over the white skin, thinking of how many spanks it would take to color the entire area. When Linda began to cry, he paused and asked if he should stop, but she rubbed hotly over his thighs as she told him he had barely begun and that she wanted at least a hundred more stinging spanks.
Neither knew whether or not he gave her that many, but his hand kept rising and falling as he covered her buttocks with the beautiful pink color, then slapped on, turning pink to even more exciting red, each slap sounding so exciting as it rang through the room, each contact of open hand and naked buttocks sending fresh waves of excitement racing through his body as his labored breathing added to the excitement of it all.
Wally sensed that he should stop when her crying became so loud that her throat sounded raw, but he couldn't and so he went on slapping from cheek to cheek until she finally had enough and pushed off his lap, her panties falling around her feet as she did an exciting little dance, her hands rubbing both hot, tingling cheeks, her face streaked with tears.
"Oh Wally, darling," she said, sobbing, when she was finally able to talk, "that was a lovely spanking. It was the most exciting thing that ever happened to me. My butt is so hot and tingly and my cunt feels like it's on fire. Was it good for you too?"
"Oh yes, Linda. I never saw or did anything so exciting in my whole life. My prick is so hard that it hurts. I never felt like this before."
"Soon, dear," she told him as she stepped out of her panties, "we'll soften your prick in my hot pussy, but there are other things to be done first. Let's save my tits for later. For now, you can play with my butt and thighs and cunt, then you'll suck my cunt and fuck me. Later, after we've rested and your cock is ready to come to life again, I'll take my bra off and we'll use my tits to get you hard again so you can fuck me some more. I'm sure I'm never going to get enough of fucking."
"Me too," Wally told her as he got onto the bed with her and she took him into a warm embrace, strong legs and arms holding him tightly as they kissed, then she released him and turned him loose to play with her big, warm, rosy red nether cheeks, her deep crack and, after a little while, in her wide open, warm crotch as well, something which further delighted both of them.
"Oh Linda," he panted as the tips of his fingers parted the soft lips of her virginal organ, "I can see right inside your cunt. It looks soft and nice. This is where I'll stick my dick when I fuck you?"
"Yes dear, right up my slippery slit. You'll fuck me there and shoot your semen right up my belly."
"What if I give you a baby?" he asked. "Don't worry, dear, I'll take care of that. All I want you to think about is having fun, leave the rest to me. I'm not going to get knocked up. I've read a lot about men sucking women's cunts, darling. Let me find out what it feels like. Put your face in my hot crotch and suck my cunt. I'm not positive just how it should be done, but I think that if you suck and lick all around, then lick my clitty, it will make me come."
When he told her he didn't know what a clitty was, Linda showed him and her body jerked strongly when his finger touched it, then she felt hot breath in her crotch as he hurried his face there and, without any trace of hesitation, his mouth came down on her organ. Linda cried out and rubbed his head as he went on to suck and lick as she had told him, then his tongue was licking her tender passion bud and, very quickly, cries broke from her throat as she experienced the strongest, most exciting orgasm she had ever known.
"Oh Wally," she sighed as she opened her eyes after the last spasms had passed, "that was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me.
"It was for me too," he assured her, smiling and licking his lips. "I've heard guys talking about cunt lapping as being something dirty, but it was beautiful. It felt so good with my face in your crotch, all warm, smooth and exciting. Your cunt was warm and it tasted so good. I didn't know cunts were juicy like that. I hope you'll let me suck your cunt often. It's even as much fun as spanking your beautiful big ass."
"Shall we find out if it's as much fun as fucking, darling?" Linda asked.
"Oh yes," he replied, eagerly, then she was lying on her back, her legs wide open, knees bent up so that he was able to stare hotly into her crotch as he knelt between her legs, delighting in the sight of her sheer nylons caressing her lush thighs, then right into her crotch where the effect of her vulva was magnetic for him.
She guided him with whispered words and with her hands, then he was steering his hard organ into a hot, very slippery slit as they both panted with delight.
"Oh Wally, your cock is up against my cherry now," Linda told him. "You'll have to ram hard to break it and get your prick all the way in."
"It's going to hurt you, isn't it?" Wally asked, concern in his tone.
"Yes, but I don't mind. Open up my cunt for me, dear, then it will never hurt again and we can fuck all the time and find only pleasure."
Panting and grunting, he rammed, felt the membrane stretch, but it resisted. He began to panic, afraid he wouldn't be able to do it and she would think of him as just a dumb little kid. He rammed again and she cried out as he broke through and buried his penis in her.
"Don't stop dear," Linda panted. "Fuck me now ... ram your cock in and out of my cunt ...
I've waited for this for years ... Fuck me, darling, fuck me ... fuck me."
Out of his mind with joy, Wally began stroking in the moist warmth of her vagina, his body rubbing hotly on hers, her silken thighs rubbing him to add to the joy and the erotic beauty of the act, then he gave a cry of frustration as, less than two minutes after he began, he felt his semen shooting strongly into her as he ground in her crotch and on her belly, his body jerking convulsively, then it was over and she held him as he lay atop her, his whole being glowing with content.
"It stung when you" broke my cherry," Linda told him when he asked about it, "and there is still a burning sensation in my pussy, but I'm surely not sorry. It will go away eventually and then my cunt will always be ready to be fucked by your strong young prick, if you want to fuck me again, that is. Perhaps you didn't like it," she added with a teasing grin.
"If you say dumb things like that," he told her, his confidence growing, "I'll have to turn you over and spank your beautiful big butt."
"Come to think of it," she replied, "that would take my mind off the stinging in my crotch. "Let me have twenty-five on each cheek, darling," Linda told him, then turned over and lay with her tummy rubbing on the sheet.
Delighted, Wally crouched beside the lovely nude, rubbed buttocks which were still warm from the other spanking, then went on to count out twenty-five hot, thrilling spanks on each cheek.
It wasn't long before Wally's penis began to revive, and when it did, Linda took him to her bedroom again. They kissed and whispered as he fondled the cups of her bra, then he cried out with joy as she took the garment off and bared her beautiful big breasts to him.
"Yes my darling lover," she panted as she fed a breast into his mouth and he began to suck, "suck my big tits. We have so many exciting things to do from now on, we're going to have such a beautiful life, just the two of us."
Even as she made the prediction, Linda wondered how long it would be before he wanted to find a girl closer to his own age. She went on wondering that for a long time, but she had stopped, now that Wally, her common law husband is twenty-seven years old and still has eyes only for her.
