In youth, each passionate session of petting takes on great importance so that the participants feel they will never forget the particular moment, that stolen touch of breast or buttock or thigh, but then there is another and another and another so that in time, memory becomes blurred until one cannot quite recall whether that passionate session in the parlor or the bushes was with Sally or Sue; Johnny or Joe.
But there are other acts which are more memorable and, unless they were unpleasant and memory conveniently blots them out, they live on forever. Most persons, regardless of age, can remember the first act of sexual intercourse. Those with good memories will recall the look of the room, the color of panties, the foreplay and the position.
Some recall clearly the first act of masturbation, can almost recall the physical and emotional thrill of first ejaculation or orgasm.
But then there are the other acts. A woman may look back over years of sexual intercourse, yet the big moment she recalls was that first time she felt a face in her crotch, a sucking mouth, a licking tongue and the great explosion which rocked her when climax came.
For the male, there can be the equally remembered thrill of that first time his penis was taken into a warm mouth and lovingly sucked until semen was spurting and his whole body trembling in an agony of ecstasy.
Depending on individual tastes, other events may be recalled with the same exciting clarity. To one, it may be the first spanking, not as an innocent child, but as a teenager or an adult when a sex spanking followed a session of passionate play.
Even a woman who has become jaded by sex in a variety of forms, will recall forever that moment when the big dog mounted her naked bottom and gave her a thrill so great that she could never forget it, but so forbidden that could never tell.
Other books have been written about the that she could never tell, work, we shall broaden the terms of reference to study case histories of various firsts, as they happened to actual men, women and children.
CASE HISTORY ONE
BARBARA: "All nervousness had passed for me then, I had made my decision and wanted it to happen as I never before had wanted anything. My crotch opened wide for him and as he came to me, his cock looked a foot long at least. That big head found my little slit as though it had an eye of its own, and then the gates of heaven opened more widely than my crotch. At last, I was being fucked."
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Barbara was eighteen and a virgin by choice. She was attractive and had a stunning figure, and there had been many youths eager to relieve her of the burden of virginity.
She enjoyed passionate petting, and when she felt the youth could be trusted, allowed him more liberties than most virgins tend to.
Tom was the most trusted of any of the youths who had dated her, and from time to time, when she became hotly aroused, she was tempted to remove the barriers and give him her virginity, but each time she reached that stage, something inside her made her stop.
She thought of how she liked him, yet could never see herself marrying him. Each time she reached that point, she knew she would not surrender her virginity to him.
It wasn't that she insisted on remaining a virgin until marriage, she wasn't even sure she would ever want to marry. Rather, it was a feeling that her virginity was a special thing, not to be squandered on just any male who happened along. It was something she could give only once, and when the time came, she would give it to a man she liked, admired and respected.
But she was in no great hurry, especially since she had Tom. They dated frequently and she usually enjoyed herself even though they couldn't discuss the things she really wanted to talk about, things like politics, social problems and human morality, still, they did find some things to talk about and they shared a love of petting.
Like other youths, Tom had tried early to take her to bed, but unlike others, he was content to take no for an answer and continued to date her on that basis. Once she was sure he was serious about his promise, she told him they would work out a petting plan which would provide them with greater pleasure, yet permit him to end the evening satisfied, rather that aroused and sometimes in pain, as he told her was often the case.
Barbara had graduated from high school, had chosen not to go on to college, and had gotten a job on the local newspaper, through her father's influence. She proved to be a natural reporter-writer and earned enough to be able to afford a small but pleasant apartment.
"What's this plan of yours?" Tom asked as they sat petting and listening to music, one of his hands caressing a firm thigh through the expanded top of a nylon.
"Well, dear, I don't have it all worked out, but I know roughly what it is. We both like petting and playing, but I'm not ready to fuck. Suppose we make a deal where you promise that no matter how excited you get, you won't try to force your way into me. I'll allow you to go a lot farther than we do now, feeling my bare breasts, kissing and sucking them if you like, taking my panties off to play with me, anywhere you want, then, when you're so worked up that you can't stand it, we can take your dick out and I'll pull you off and get rid of your pressure. How does that sound?"
"Like the next best thing to getting there," he told her with an excited grin. "I didn't know you knew about pulling a guy's wire."
"I do and I don't. I know enough about sex to know that's what a guy does to himself after he gets all horny and can't get a fuck. You can show me how to do it. Would it be better for me to pull your cock then for you to do it yourself?"
"It sure would, Barbara. In fact, if you really let me see you and feel you all over, it would be almost as good as really fucking you. To tell the truth, even though I'm almost twenty, I not only have never fucked a girl, I've never seen one naked. I've never seen tits or a cunt or anything like that and that's really what I want most, even more than fucking."
"Then let's play and neck some more, and after a while, we'll start taking clothes off," she told him. "To tell the truth, I'm anxious to see a big, hard cock. I've never seen one before, and yours feels so big."
"To tell the truth, it is big, it's too big, that's why I never got to fuck. I got close a few times, then when the girl saw it, she got chicken and backed away."
"My God, how big is it?" Barbara asked. "When it's hard, it's just a shade under twelve inches long and big around. Most guys have six inches or less. I used to be proud of my big cock, but now I'm ashamed of it. I feel like a fucking horse."
"I won't be afraid to play with it and pull it, dear," she told him. "Let's kiss and play and get me horny, then I'll want to see it and I'll want you to see my tits and ass and cunt and everything. I have a feeling we're going to have a lot of fun under our new rules."
They resumed kissing and his hands moved hotly over her body as she squirmed with passion, then she told him she was going to take her dress off and that he should remove his shirt and singlet. They did so, then they were embracing again and passion rose to a fever pitch for the two of them.
Barbara had well developed breasts which filled her bra excitingly and felt so firm as he fondled the cups and hungered for the moment when they would be bare and he would fondle and kiss them.
"Go ahead and unhook my bra, Tom," she whispered a little later as one of his hands rubbed the crotch of her warm, clinging panties.
Barbara was further aroused by the sound of his panting and the feel of his trembling fingers as they fumbled with the hooks of her bra, then he slipped the final one and he was gasping for air as he pulled the garment off her arms and stared at her proudly jutting breasts, pink nipples so beautiful and exciting on the creamy white, slightly conical mounds.
"Do you like my nice big tits, dear?" Barbara asked, her eyes shining with passion.
"Oh Barbara, they're so beautiful, so big. You must have the most beautiful tits in the world."
"I'm not sure about that, dear, but I'm glad you like them. Be gentle when you feel them, then if you like, you could kiss them and suck them a bit. I've never had my tits sucked, but I hear it feel great."
Tom was prepared to believe that as he reached for the twin beauties and began fondling them, gently, both hands moving as though handling precious works of art.
When they kissed again, he felt the firm nipples stabbing his bare chest and he groaned into her mouth. But the thrill was as great for Barbara as she mashed her big breasts against his strong, smooth chest, her sighs warm as their open mouths mashed wetly together.
And then he was kissing, licking and sucking her silken breasts. While his mouth worked on one, a hand helped, while his other hand fondled the other, silently telling it to wait, that his mouth would visit it soon. The ardent sucking of her breasts so aroused Barbara, that for just a moment, she considered letting him go all the way to intercourse, then she regained control and knew that she would be able to keep the situation under control.
"Oh Barbara, sucking your tits was so exciting," he panted as he held both the well sucked beauties. "Please take your panties off now and show me the rest of you."
"Later, dear. For now, take the rest of your clothes off and let me see that big cock of yours. It sounds so exciting, I want to see and feel it. After that, I'll let you watch me taking my panties off to show you all I have, everything, my arse, my cunt, the whole thing." Getting up, Tom opened the top of his pants, pushed them down and stepped out of them. He hesitated for a second, then pushed his shorts down and Barbara gasped at the sight of his penis. He had warned her that his penis was big, but as she stared at it, her eyes fighting for focus, it looked even bigger, a yard long instead of a foot.
"I might have known," he said sadly as he stood with his shorts around his ankles, "you're afraid of me too."
"Afraid? You have to be kidding. I think it's the most beautiful, most exciting thing I've ever seen," she told him. "I'm just dying to jerk it off and watch your cream shooting. God, it looks at least as big as my arm. I'll bet a lot of men would envy you a cock like that."
Delighted at finding a woman who wasn't afraid of his penis, he got back onto the couch with her and they shared more passionate kisses while they played with each other and sent passion soaring to new heights.
When he again asked her to take her panties off, Tom felt moisture in the crotch of them and wanted to see and feel the source of that moisture. Smiling an excitingly warm smile, Barbara got up, stood close to the couch and began pushing her brief, white panties slowly down. As the garment moved below the triangle of foliage which covered her mons veneris, she paused and rubbed a hand over it, then pushed the panties farther down and allowed them to fall around her feet. Giving him time to have a good look, she turned around and heard him gasp at the sight of her behind, then she bent and stepped out of the panties, picking them up and tossing them across the room before she returned to the couch to join him, her naked body squirming hotly in his passionate embrace.
While they kissed many passionate kisses, Tom's hands kept moving excitingly over her body, then, his voice breaking with emotion, he asked her to show him her vulva.
"All right, dear. I'll open my legs wide, then you'll be able to see and feel my cunt. You've made my little pussy all hot and juicy. Remember, dear," she added cautiously, "you've promised you won't try to fuck me."
He assured her he would keep his word, then she parted her knees and bent them up, her crotch wide open to the panting young man who moved his face close to it as he stared hotly, then his hand was on the moist organ again and he was patting it with a gentle, loving touch.
"There, Tom," she said, her tone warm, "I think you must be ready to have your cock pulled now. Are you?"
"Yes, but first, please let me play with your bum a little."
Sighing, she turned over and lay face down on the couch while he busied himself, rubbing and squeezing her firm silken buttocks with both hands, the tip of a finger gently probing between, then, with a groan, he told her he was ready to be masturbated.
"Listen, Barb, please never tell this to anyone, but once I stole a pair of panties off a line. I went to my room with them and played with them, rubbing them all over my body and everything, then I jerked off in them and it was the greatest. Would you please jerk me off in your panties?"
"Of course, dear," she told him, then went to get the panties she had discarded. Sitting beside him, she rubbed his stiff penis with the nylon and loved the way it made him pant and groan, then he was showing her how to masturbate him.
Barbara's hand looked small on his massive organ, but the feeling was thrilling for her as she moved the hand up and down, feeling the hard shaft inside the foreskin. After a little while, he told her he was getting close.
She gave his penis a loving squeeze, then went on masturbating him until he grunted weakly, then his semen was spurting strongly and she caught most of it in her panties. When he finished ejaculating, she felt his penis softening and shrinking in her hand.
When he left her apartment that evening, Tom had the sticky panties in his pocket, a souvenir of his big event. Barbara too had been thrilled by it all, and as she lay on her bed, naked, she closed her eyes and masturbated, her mind reeling with sexy thoughts.
Tom visited her apartment often, always with his precious panties. They would begin petting with all their clothes on, then slowly remove them as they played. When Tom admitted he liked wearing nylon panties, she had him put them on, then played with him and he loved it.
Sometimes she would masturbate him by rubbing his organ through the nylon, other times she would kneel in front of him as he stood and he would love the way she masturbated him until his semen was shooting over her naked breasts. Another game he loved was to kneel astride her legs and pull his organ until he ejaculated, directing the semen all over her beautiful behind, then smearing his fluid around with both hands while she lay sighing warmly.
But Barbara maintained other interests and through her work as a reporter, she met a doctor, a man is his late forties, who was deeply involved in voluntary social work. They quickly became friends. The doctor was married and told her his marriage was quite good, yet she soon saw that he was sexually interested in her.
When she became certain of that, Barbara decided she had found the man to relieve her of her virginity. One evening, as they sat over pie and coffee in a quiet restaurant, Barbara brought the conversation around to sex, and in the course of the conversation, told him she was still a virgin.
He was surprised and, she thought, disappointed. Later in the conversation, she told him of her affair with Tom and of how she met his sexual needs. It was obvious to her that the doctor was lusting after her, aroused by her frank description of petting and masturbation, so she told him, her voice low and warm, that she had been waiting for the right man to relieve her of her virginity and that he was it, if he wanted to accept her offering.
"Accept? Barbara dear, I'm flattered and delighted and so wildly aroused that I can hardly stand it. As you must know, dear, I like you very much. I'd give my eye teeth and more for what you have offered me, and yet, I must be honest with you. I love my wife and family and all I can offer you is friendship and warmth and sex."
"Thanks for saying that, Wayne. That's just the way I want it too. I'll make no demands on you, we may go on being close friends, we may drift apart, I don't know. All I want is that my first time be good, with a man I respect, admire and like. I think you're the perfect man for the job, and I'm dying for it to happen."
They chatted some more, then he took her home and kissed her with fierce, beautiful passion.
The next morning, Barbara arrived at his office as a patient. Because of his nurse, they had to play it strictly as doctor and patient as he approached her on the examining table, her feet in the stirrups and he stared into her beautiful crotch, the sight and his desire for her, causing his penis to stiffen and throb. Surgically, he disposed of her hymen so that when they had intercourse, a few days later, there would be no pain for her.
Time dragged cruelly for both of them, and then it was early Friday evening and Barbara, freshly bathed and dressed in her best, opened her apartment door to greet her smiling visitor who carried two bouquets, one of white roses, one of red, and two bottles of wine.
After she had relieved him of his gifts, they met in a passionate embrace and shared a long, beautiful kiss. Her eyes shone as she thanked him for the roses, letting him know she understood the significance of the two colors.
They had the whole weekend so there was no need to hurry. He opened the wine, they produced glasses and drank a toast to what they called their honeymoon, then they sat on the couch, their bodies close, but not as close as they would be in a little while, she thought.
"Barbara, dear," he told her, his tone low and warm, a hand on her thigh where he had pushed the hem of her dress up a little, "I've enjoyed having you as a friend. I hope our friendship will go on after this. I'll want it to. When a young woman loses her virginity, she is entitled to love to go with it. From now until I leave on Sunday evening, I'll be in love with you. It won't be just an act, it will be true, devoted, ardent love. If we should meet on Monday, I'll be your friend again. Can you understand that?"
"Oh yes, my darling, my love," she told him warmly, then turned and moved into his arms. "I see now that I was wise to wait. No other man in the world could have been as perfect a choice. Please take me to bed now so we can neck a little before you give me my very first fuck."
"Of course, my darling. You like the frank words?"
"Yes please, they're so exciting. This is such a special time for me, let's not use polite words."
"I understand, dear," he told her as they held hands and walked into her bedroom where the covers on the bed had been turned back. "We'll kiss and play and I'll make you very horny, I'll make your cunt tingle with desire, then my stiff prick will stretch it and I'll fuck you. You'll feel my hot cream shooting up your virginal cunt and you won't even have to worry about getting knocked up, since we've fixed that too. I hope my cock won't be a disappointment to you, after that foot long one you've jerked off."
"It will be beautiful to me, darling. His is too big, it's a freak, not the real thing like yours will be. I'm dying to see it and feel it and kiss it, before you push it up my tight little cunt to fuck me and shoot cream up my belly."
"Would you like me to strip before we start to play?" Wayne asked and she told him she would, then she sat on the bed and watched as he undressed, confident without being showy about it, then he was naked and she stared hungrily at his strong looking penis and the seemingly well filled sac below.
"That's a beautiful dress you're wearing, dear," he told her. "I think you should take it off now so it won't get wrinkled while we're playing on the bed."
Smiling, her knees delightfully weak, Barbara got to her feet, opened the top of her dress, then took it off. She too was confident as she displayed her firm, lush young body in bra, panties and nylons, then Wayne took her in his arms and as they kissed, she felt hard penis pressing against her tummy while his hands moved slowly up and down her back, all the way to her lovely behind where they fondled and pulled her more tightly against him while his tongue probed her mouth and she squirmed and sighed with mounting desire.
"Oh darling, I'm so excited. I can't stop trembling. I've never been so horny in my life. The way your tongue worked in my mouth was wild," Barbara panted.
"Wait until my tongue is in your cunt, doing the same thing. It will be wilder, my darling. I'm going to suck and lick your tender young cunt until I make you come. After that, it will be my stiff prick you'll feel in your little cunt and it will really stretch it. I'm going to suck and fuck you all weekend."
He took her onto the bed then and they squirmed through many passionate kisses while his hands moved excitingly over her body and thighs. At one point, Barbara was lying atop him, squirming on him as her body rubbed his penis, and it was then that he chose to unhook her bra.
"Kneel up, my darling and let your bra fall off," he told her. "Show me those beautiful young breasts, then feed one into my mouth and I'll suck it for you."
Trembling and perspiring, Barbara held her arms against her sides to keep the bra in place as she knelt up, her legs straddling his naked body, then she smiled down at him, caught her breath, then pulled her bra off, her firm young breasts jutting boldly and beautifully.
"Oh my God," he groaned, "I've seen thousands of tits, my darling, but yours are the most beautiful ever. No other breasts could be so beautiful. They're even bigger than I expected and more beautiful than any eyes have ever seen."
His hands reached up for them, then she bent forward to bring her breasts more comfortably within his reach and he was fondling them with both hands, their sighs mingling to provide exciting music in the quiet room.
"Feed me, darling," Wayne told her, panting, his hands trembling on her firm breasts. "Fill my mouth with beautiful tit and let me suck."
Sighing, Barbara lowered herself toward him and, resting her weight on her left hand, held her right breast and pushed it into his wide open mouth, then they were both sighing as he sucked, his sighs sounding more like muffled groans, then she too was groaning and squirming as he used his mouth and tongue on one breast, then the other, leaving her nipples feeling deliciously raw and sensitive, "Oh darling," she sighed when he finished and they were lying closely together, "what a beautiful, magic mouth you have. My tits have never felt so wonderful."
"Usually my mouth is very ordinary," he told her. "Your lovely, firm, silken tits inspired it to be what it was. I'll suck those luscious tits often and each time, I'll try to make it better than the time before."
"It couldn't be better, my darling lover, but as long as it's as good, that will be heaven for me. My whole body is yours, darling, do what you want with it, just promise that you'll fuck me in a little while."
"Yes, my darling, how I'm going to fuck you. To think that mine will be the first prick ever to enter your tender young cunt and that it won't hurt you or cause you anything but delight. How wonderful, dear. How wonderful for me and, I hope, for you as well. I want your first fuck to be beautiful."
As he talked, he moved down on the bed, then his hands were working in the warmth of her crotch and on the seat of her panties as she squirmed some more for her exciting lover and her vagina hungered for him to invade it and make her a woman.
"I'm going to take your hot little panties off," he told her and she sighed with delight. "With every step, darling, we're getting closer and closer to the moment of your first fuck."
"Oh yes, my lover, yes. I chose these panties just for you. Now take them off so they won't be in your way," Barbara told him and raised her bottom off the bed as his hands went to the waistband and he slowly pulled them off, panting with desire.
He had seen her crotch once, as a doctor, then he was looking at it again, as a lover, and was seeing it for the first time, trembling with excitement at the beauty of it, hungering for it as she parted and raised her long legs to offer her organ to him, to his eyes, his hands, his mouth, his tongue and his hard, throbbing penis.
Reaching under her, he cupped her firm buttocks with both hands, then raised her a little as his eyes feasted on her tender virginal organ.
She watched his face move closer to her crotch, then she felt his warm breath bathing her vulva.
"Yes, my beautiful darling," he told her in a husky whisper, "I'm going to suck and kiss your sweet little cunt. I'm going to lick your tender little clit until you have a beautiful big come, then I'm going to stuff this stiff cock up your cunt and fuck you."
"Oh yes, darling, yes," she groaned, "anything... everything... do it to me."
And then her words became a low growl which turned to a rising wail as she felt the man's mouth open and warm and wet on her vulva. It began as an exciting kiss, then it was so much more than a kiss as he sucked wetly, allowing her to hear the sounds of her organ being hotly sucked.
Barbara tried over and over to tell him how good it felt, but each time, her voice broke and all she could manage was another moan of passion which told her man all he wanted to know, that he was driving her out of her mind with lust and with desire.
The sucking stopped, she felt his tongue probing her organ, lashing around as excess juice trickled from her vagina to run into the warm valley of her behind, then his tongue was licking her sensitive passion bud and Barbara was howling again. His tongue curled around the erected collection of nerve ends and the girl kept moaning and panting, then she felt the tension tell her that climax was approaching. Catching her breath, she surrendered to it and then her naked body was jerking madly, totally out of control as she achieved orgasm. But it had to be more than just orgasm, she told herself, as it went on and on. She had achieved that before, but it had never even approached being what she felt then.
"Oh what a sweet, tasty little cunt you have, my darling," she heard her lover say, then she opened her eyes and they looked much bigger and brighter than they had before.
"Oh my wonderful lover, I still find it hard to believe that I've had my cunt sucked and licked. It was so thrilling. I can't describe how good it felt. Is it always that good?"
"It is if it's done well, darling," he told her. "So, for that matter is fucking, if it's done well."
"Show me, my darling, put your lovely big cock in my cunt and show me just what fucking is like."
"Yes, Barbara my darling, my love," he said as he moved to kneel between her widely parted legs. "I'm going to fuck you now. Take a good look at my hard cock and then I'll give it to you. I love you, my darling and I'm going to fuck you and make love to you with my prick."
"Oh yes... yes... it's so beautiful... you're so gentle and strong and beautiful. Fuck me, my sweet darling man. Fill my hot cunt with your lovely cock and fuck me."
Wayne lowered himself slowly onto her naked body and Barbara groaned with lust as she felt his strong penis in her crotch, then he was guiding it to the slit which felt wet and slippery from the ministrations of his mouth. He found it, pressed the head to the opening, then his voice was warm as he spoke to her.
"Your waiting is over now, my beautiful darling," he told her. "The head of my cock is in the portal of your tender young cunt. I'm going to push it in now," he went on. "I love you, my beautiful darling. Ready now, here comes your fuck, your very first fuck, dear."
He pushed the organ into her, stretching her small slit into a big circle and she groaned, her arms going around his naked body to hold him tightly as though he would get away from her, then he was feeding hard tool into her, giving it to her a little at a time, letting her savor each slow inch of progress until it was deep inside her and the rubbing of his belly in her crotch, told her she had taken it all.
"Oh darling," she panted. "My cunt feels so full of you... my whole body does... It's as though I feel it, that beautiful big head, right up between my tits. Oh my wonderful man, fuck me... please don't be too gentle... make me know I'm being fucked... oh fuck me... fuck me, my darling... I love you... fuck... fuck... fuck," she panted and then he was doing just that, his strong body moving gracefully, strongly and yet so gently that she wanted to cry for joy.
Of all the things she had ever heard about sexual intercourse, none would even begin to describe the joy and the beauty and the ecstasy which was then hers as her man whispered thrilling words of love while his big penis stroked slowly in and out of her stretched vagina, each motion, each sweetly savored throb a new delight.
"Oh darling... darling," she gasped, "I think I'm going to come... I think I'm going to come with your cock fucking me... I'm getting close... uh... oh yes... oh Jesus... I'm coming... I'm...." Her words became a cry again, as orgasm even more beautiful than the earlier one swept over her and took her to heaven where she stayed for what seemed like an eternity before she returned to earth and found it was far better than heaven because her man was lying atop her, their sweat mingled, his strong organ still deep inside her and throbbing.
"Oh my darling," she sighed, "It doesn't seem to be fair. I've had my fuck and it was beautiful, but you waited for me to come and didn't finish your fuck."
"Have no fear, my lovely, sexy angel. You've had only the first part of your fuck. Now you're going to get the second half of it and I'm going to finish mine. I'm afraid the second half won't last as long as the first though. I can feel a churning in my loins that tells me I'll soon be shooting my semen up your sweet little cunt. Here we go, darling," he added, then he was stroking in her vagina again, a little faster this time and panting as he did. She felt his body tense, heard his stifled groan, then he was panting as his body jerked strongly in the warmth of her wide crotch.
"Here it is, darling... take it... take it... take it," and with each panted phrase, she felt a strong spurt of semen shooting into her body.
Her vagina knew more about the act than did her mind, Barbara discovered, as it instinctively sucked on the hard, spending organ so that it sucked him dry and made him groan weakly as his full weight rested on her smooth young body, crushing her into the bed. The feel was so thrilling that she held him tightly with her arms to keep him there for a long time.
Normally a very articulate young woman, Barbara found it impossible to describe how beautiful and exciting it had been for her and how she would remember it forever.
"My lovely one, my darling, my love," he told her, "I wanted it to be good for you. I have fucked more times than I can count, more women than I can remember, but I'll remember this one as long as I live. The beauty and the loving warmth of you are among nature's miracles and I'm the luckiest of men to share them."
"You not only fuck beautifully," she replied with a little giggle, "but you make such beautiful speeches too."
They laughed together, she sighed when he took his spent penis out of her, then he went to the bathroom and returned with a warm, moist face cloth and a towel.
"I usually permit the woman to do this herself," he told her as he cleaned between her parted thighs, "but since this is your first time, I'll do it for you. Besides, I love administering to so lovely a little cunt."
After he had cleansed and dried her crotch, he did the same to his penis, then went to get more wine for them and he proposed a toast as they sat naked, their bodies still glowing.
"To the end of virginity and to the beginning of beautiful womanhood, my darling," he said as he raised his glass and they sipped the wine.
Their weekend went on to become a memorable orgy, a never to be forgotten honeymoon, and when it was all over, there were no regrets, no trying to make it last longer, no mention of another date.
Their paths crossed from time to time after that, and once in a while, when circumstances permit, they make love. When they do, it happens with the same natural warmth of their first engagement.
After her experience with the skilled lover, she knew she wouldn't again be able to settle for the gauche youth with whom she had been playing, and when she told Wayne about the situation, he smiled as he told her he knew the perfect woman to take Tom off her hands.
How that worked out, will be the subject of the following case history.
CASE HISTORY TWO - A Continuation of Case History One
TOM: "She wasn't the least bit afraid of this big horse cock of mine. She really wasn't. She held it in two hands like Hank Aaron holding a baseball bat, and she was licking her lips, almost drooling as she told how anxious she was for me to ram the full length of it up her cunt and fuck the arse off her."
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Wayne had worn an excited smile as he told Barbara of his woman friend who believed firmly that the bigger and especially the longer, a penis was, the more exciting it was. Until then, the one which had thrilled her most, she had reported to him during a moment of intimacy, was attached to a handsome black dancer and measured ten inches in length.
"When she sees Tom's foot long pole, she just may come in her pants," he added, laughing.
The following afternoon, Wayne went to visit the woman at her office. Like him, she was a professional, and highly regarded in her profession. At thirty-nine, she was single, attractive and while her body was just a little heavier than it should be, ideally, Wayne had good reason to know that it was attractive and exciting.
Being tall helped her get away with the extra weight, and she boasted big, firm breasts and buttocks, smooth, hairless thighs and long, shapely legs which became exceptionally shapely when she wore high heels, as she liked to do, away from her office.
"No, dear," he assured her, smiling as he sat on the corner of her desk, "I wouldn't lie to you. This girl told me she measured his cock herself and that it was so close to being twelve inches long that the fraction short didn't matter. He's been trying to get it into girls, but of course they're terrified of it. They think it will split them in two."
"You darling, Wayne," the woman said with a sigh. "You're dropping him in my lap, just like that?"
"Why not? I sure as hell don't want him to fuck me. I don't swing that way."
"No, but I know some of the ways you do swing, dear," she told him with a grin. "I'd like to give you a little reward," she added, then licked her lips and opened her mouth in a suggestive circle.
"I love your kind of rewards, Maureen. How about taking your smock off. Have you time?"
"You know I always have time for a special friend, Wayne," she said as she got to her feet. "Besides, I like what I see in your eyes when you look at me in my corselet. I'll bet you had a real hangup on corselettes and corsets when you were a little boy."
"Always the psychiatrist, Maureen," he said, grinning as she opened the white smock and took it off. "You're right of course. I couldn't count the number of times I jerked off while looking at pictures in the mail order catalogue. None of them were as beautiful as you though," he added as he stared at the way she filled the shimmering, black corselette which contrasted excitingly with the creamy white of her upper chest and thighs. "Would you like a come?"
"Not this time, thanks. My receptionist went down on me a couple of times this afternoon and I'm content for the time being."
His eyes still feasting on the big, exciting body, attractively packaged in clinging black, he opened his fly and took his penis out, stiff and ready to go into her warm mouth.
It was a game they had played before and they both knew the routine. She stood, posing for him, while he fondled her through the garment, from the cups of her bra top to the bottom, where he reached under it to fondle warm panties.
"Thinking of how you excite me, dear," Wayne said as he crouched to fondle her thighs, "I'm trying to imagine what the sight of you will do to that youth. He may go off in the air before he can get that pole into your cunt."
"I'm not concerned," she told him as one of his hands moved from a thigh to her very warm crotch. "If he does, I'll soon get him hard again."
Wayne straightened up, then sat on the edge of her desk, then the woman sat on her swivel chair, licked her lips and reached for his strongly jutting penis. She held it lovingly, kissed and licked the big head, then she was pushing it into her mouth and sucking it, beautifully, as she invariably did.
While she sucked him, Wayne looked at her strong, smooth shoulders and the broad expanse of her upper back and he trembled as he thought of the thrill that was in store for the eager but virginal young man when he went to her apartment to give her his virginity, all twelve inches of it.
"Ooh, here it comes, dear," Wayne told the woman, a little groan in his tone, then he was really groaning as his semen spurted into her mouth and she sucked him dry, then smiled and licked her lips as he took the softening organ from her.
"Considering how much juice you pumped into that pretty young virgin, dear, you gave me a generous drink," Maureen told him, then he was watching as she walked to a closet, her big buttocks working inside the black garment, and picked up a suit from a hanger.
While they talked, she dressed and he put his spent penis away with a sigh of satisfaction, then they left the office, she to go to her apartment, Wayne to go to his home, doubting that his wife would get any sex that night, then remembering with a sense of relief that she was menstruating and so he would be safe.
The following evening, freshly showered, dressed in his best, but very nervous, Tom checked the plain white card as he approached the apartment building, then went inside. Checking the card again, he found the appropriate button on the panel in the lobby, heard a voice respond and, with difficulty, told who he was. The inner door buzzed, there was a click and then he was walking to the elevator, telling himself that fifteen floors above, a woman was waiting to take him to bed and allow him to have intercourse for the first time, an attractive woman who wanted him because of the size of his penis.
As he stepped off the elevator, he checked the apartment numbers, turned to his left, realized that was the wrong direction, then turned and hurried in the other direction.
His stiff penis throbbed as he saw the number he was looking for, then the door opened and he saw a woman smiling at him. She was bigger than he expected, but very beautiful and exciting. As his glance went to the front of her dress and he saw the bigness of her breasts, he hungered to bare and fondle them, to suck them as Barbara had taught him to do, but mostly, he thought of getting his penis into her organ and doing what he had so hungered to do for so long.
"My, what a handsome young man you are, Tom," she told him as she admitted him to the apartment, then closed the door behind them.
"Thanks, Miss. You're really pretty," he replied, nervously.
"Thank you, Tom, but please call me Maureen. Later, you may want to call me other things, like dear or darling, but for now, we'll just sit and chat and try to get over being nervous. I'm going to have a drink, would you care for something?"
He told her he'd like a beer and she provided one for him, pouring herself a half glass of a dry, Spanish sherry, her favorite pre-sex drink, because it tended to warm her body and make it glow. As she sat opposite the youth and slowly crossed her legs to give him something to look at, she told herself that she didn't need anything but his presence to warm her and provide the exciting glow.
"Tom darling," she said with excitement, "I think I can detect the bulge of a hard-on in your pants. Am I right?"
"Yes, Miss... I mean Maureen," he replied, blushing a little.
"How exciting darling. Go ahead and look at my thighs. I'm dying to see your beautiful big prick, but I want to tease myself by waiting. Is it really true that you've never fucked before?"
"Yes."
"How exciting, dear. You will fuck tonight. As many times as you can get your cock stiff, you'll ram it up my cunt and fuck me. I'm a very horny woman and I'm going to give you more than just your first fuck. I'm going to give you a night to remember as long as you live."
Seeing how she was arousing the youth, Maureen raised the hem of her dress higher and showed him how the tops of her nylons expanded to caress her smooth thighs, big thighs which looked very white and firm.
"Do you like my big thighs, dear?" she asked as she bathed him with a warm smile.
"Oh yes, they're so big and beautiful," he told her, his penis straining for escape from his shorts.
"That's nice, dear. In a little while, you can feel them and kiss them, if you like, then you'll be lying between them, with your long prick in my cunt, fucking me. You must be very excited about getting your first fuck."
"Oh yes, M... Maureen, I sure am. I hope I can do it right."
"You'll do it right, darling, don't worry. It will be a beautiful experience for the two of us. I'm very good at playing and fucking and I'll teach you to be a marvellous fucker and sucker. Have you ever sucked a woman's cunt?"
"N... no," he stammered.
"That can be as thrilling as fucking, dear. My cunt is clean and fresh. At the office, my girlfriend sucks my cunt just about every day and we both enjoy it. You will too. You'll make my slit nice and slippery so you can get your big cock up it without hurting me. You'll give me a beautiful come with your tongue, then I'll be in the mood to fuck you as many times as you can do it."
"Are you going to let me play with your... breasts and suck them and everything? They look so big."
"Yes dear, I love having my big tits fondled, then sucked. I take it you've sucked tits before?"
"Yes," he replied, then as she urged him on, he told her the whole story of how he and Barbara played, and how their games always ended with masturbation but not sexual intercourse.
"That does sound exciting, dear. We'll play lots of games too, but we won't stop there. I'm dying to feel that long cock of yours shooting up my belly. I love fucking and I'm very good at it. You'll love it too, Tom. I think I'll take my dress off now and let you see how I look in a corselette. Would you like that, dear?"
"I sure would. I'm not sure I know what that is, but I want to see it."
"I'll show you what it is, dear," she told him and stood, then she was sighing and smiling as she took her dress off and posed for him in the black corselette and sheer, black nylons, causing a cry of passion to escape from his throat as he squirmed in the chair.
"You like, darling?" she asked with a teasing grin.
"Oh yes, I like very much," he told her. "I want to feel you all over and everything."
"I want things first, dear. Strip bare naked now and let me see your magnificent cock. The biggest one I've ever seen was ten inches long. I'm told yours is longer than that. Is it really almost twelve inches?"
"Yes," he told her and got to his feet, anxious to show his king sized member to a woman, knowing that it would delight rather than frighten her.
His fingers gave him difficulty as he undressed, but he made it and then it was her turn to cry out in excitement as she saw the long, swaying pole, stiff and so strong looking.
"Oh my God, Tom, what a beauty. It's not only long, it's so big around as well. Oh Jesus, how that lovely prick is going to stretch my cunt."
"You're really not afraid?" he asked as he stepped out of his fallen shorts.
"Afraid? You have to be kidding, darling," she told him as she hurried to him, crouched, then had both her hands on the long shaft with plenty of room left. She moaned in passion, then began kissing and licking what had to be the most exciting thing she had ever seen.
After she had kissed it for a while, Maureen gave a muffled groan as she forced the big head into her mouth, making her jaws stretch. It would be thrilling to suck him off, she thought, but not enough to make up for the loss of getting it into her vagina, so she took it out of her mouth, gave it a few more kisses and licks, then straightened up and invited the youth to feel her.
Tom went into action with both hands, moaning and panting as he began his tour where her big breasts made the garment bulge so excitingly, worked his way down to where it bulged again to contain her massive buttocks, then he probed under the edge of it to feel the warmth of panty crotch and the swell of smooth nether cheeks.
After that, he crouched and stared upward as his hands roved over smooth, firm thighs, above and through her sheer nylons.
"Maureen," he said, a hint of a cry in his voice, "you must be the most beautiful and exciting woman in the world."
"What a sweet thing to say, darling. Come, we'll go to bed now and play. In a little while, I'll strip naked, we'll do some more playing, you'll suck my cunt to make it ready, then you'll fuck me with that lovely, long prick. Jesus, what a fuck that's going to be."
They went to her bedroom and he stared at her big behind as she prepared the bed, drawing the covers off to reveal a white satin sheet, then she was lying on it, her black covered body making a thrilling contrast, but there was more than just that to thrill him.
Moaning with passion, she lay with her eyes closed, her hands rubbing over the bulges of her breasts, knees bent up and wide apart to let him see how her panties clung to her vulva.
"Oh darling," she said, her tone laden with lust, "I don't think I've ever been so horny in my life. I really want what I'm going to get from that majestic cock of yours. Come play with me now, darling. Get yourself even randier, oh sweet gentleman Jesus, how we're going to play and suck and fuck before this night is over. Can you stay all night, you big pricked stud?"
"Yes. I'd like to. I'd love to spend all night in bed with you, then wake up and find you there in the morning."
"Then you'll stay, dear. I'm going to fuck you so well tonight that you may not wake up in the morning, but if you do, then we'll start the day with another sweet, fucking fuck. Jesus, if my patients could see me now, they'd all be cured instantly. Maybe I've discovered fucking therapy."
They squirmed passionately on the bed for a long time, kissing and fondling, then the woman got up and smiled as she told Tom she was going to strip naked for him. Tom's eyes had difficulty focusing as he watched her unhook the suspenders from her nylons, then she rolled them down her legs and got to her feet.
As she did, he was fascinated by the sight of the black suspenders flopping against her white thighs and adding to the thrill of the erotic moment.
Tom sat on the edge of the bed and watched as she worked with both hands behind her back, he heard the sound of a zipper, loud and exciting in the quiet room, then Maureen was taking the straps off her shoulders as he stared hotly, his stiff penis twitching as though it too had eyes and was watching the thrilling demonstration.
"Ready, darling," she told the panting youth. "Here come my big tits."
Maureen jerked the top of the garment down and then heard his cry of ecstasy as her breasts jutted firmly in proud nudity, pink nipples rising from the brownish pink aureoles, the lush mounds thrillingly white, with a blue vein showing faintly here and there. His passion did not diminish when, sighing, she put a hand on each breast and rubbed warmly.
"I love to rub my tits when I take my bra off," she told him. "It's such a feeling of relief after they've been confined for a long time."
Almost as thrilling as the sight of her hands rubbing her breasts, was the sight of the dangling top of the corselette, the big cups gaping empty after having held such beauty. As he stared, Tom wondered what it would be like if he could transform himself into a corselette and caress her big body all day while she walked and sat and went to the bathroom. If he were a corselette, he told himself, as the fantasy grew excitingly, his hands would be the suspenders which held her sheer nylons and he would be feeling her thighs all day. His penis, Tom decided, would spend the day buried in her vagina, coming out only long enough for her to urinate, then pushing back into her soft warmth as soon as she finished.
And then she reminded him that he was really a young man, not a corselette as she told him she was going to take the garment off and let him see the rest of her.
"I think I'll turn my back so you'll see my big white arse first," she told him. "I think that will be more spectacular. After you've had a good look at it, I'll turn around and let you see the frontal view. How does that sound, dear?"
"Oh, Maureen, that sounds wonderful. I'm dying to see all of your beautiful big body."
"Then get ready, dear," she said and he saw her breasts sway as she turned her back to him, then her hands were working on the corselette, pushing it down slowly.
Tom saw how her body fanned out from her waist to wide, smooth hips, then he gasped aloud as he saw the tops of her buttocks and the valley between. As she pushed the corselette and panties down slowly, he was able to see more and more of her behind, saw what big, silken smooth looking buttocks she had and how deep and exciting her crack looked.
"Can you see much of my big behind, dear?" she asked as she paused in the erotic unveiling.
"Oh yes, I can see about half of your cheeks and crack. Boy, it's the most exciting thing I ever saw. I'd like to feel your big bum and kiss it all over."
"You will, my dear," she assured him, then she resumed pushing the corselette and panties down and bared the totality of her massive bottom and allowed the rest of her clothing to fall down her legs.
Tom stared at the motion of her buttocks as she got out of the puddle of black, then, her back still turned, she moved her feet wider apart, sighed, then bent from the waist, continuing to bend until her fingers touched the floor.
But it wasn't her fingers he was staring at as his eyes focused just below her wide behind where she showed him her vulva.
"Can you see my horny cunt, darling?" she asked.
"Can I ever. Are you really going to let me put my cock in it and fuck you? I can't believe it," Tom panted.
"I'm not only going to let you fuck me, darling," she assured him. "I'm going to insist on it. Having seen that glorious fucking pole of yours, I won't be content until I feel it sticking up my belly. When that lovely thing goes off, I expect to feel semen shooting right up into my throat so I can taste it."
Maureen was facing him then and he trembled as he saw the total picture of her. Her tummy was well rounded, yet not too big, he decided, just right to lie on. Her navel was deep and exciting, and below it, she wore a wide triangle of curly black hair which crowned the organ he would soon penetrate with his throbbing penis, he told himself as she walked to him and lush breasts bobbed and swayed, then they were on the bed together and his hands were moving all over her body and thighs as she kept turning to give him different areas of her to explore. She squealed with delight,- breathing deeply when he brought his lips into play, then he was fondling and sucking her breasts and her sighs and moans of passion further warmed the room.
"More... more... more," she panted as she covered his face with a big breast and tried to push more of it into his wide open, greedily sucking mouth. "You sweet tit sucker," she panted. "How I love it while I'm having my tits sucked like this. I'll love it a lot more when your dear mouth is in my crotch and it sucks my hot, juicy cunt. Here, darling, take this," she panted as she took the breast out of his mouth, then fed the other to him, sticking as much of it in his mouth as he could take, yet feeling him trying to suck more of it in.
"There, dear," Maureen panted as she removed the big breast from his mouth, "that will be enough tit sucking for now. We'll get on to other things to get us ready for fucking."
As the woman lay back on the bed, Tom again saw her navel and put the tip of a finger into it. "Even your belly button is beautiful and sexy," he told her and she smiled warmly, then gave a little squeal when he took his finger out of the little cavity and stuck his tongue in it, licking excitedly and making her squirm.
"What a thrilling mouth and tongue you have, Tom," she told the young man.
"I'm glad you like it, Maureen. May I use my mouth on your lovely big bum?"
"Be my guest, darling," she told him, then rolled over to present her big behind to him, wanting to feel him kissing and licking it.
Tom used his hands first, marvelling at the satin of the massive rounds, then probing between them until he had the tip of a finger in her tight anal ring. He teased her that way for a little while, then brought a thrillingly warm mouth to her buttocks and began using it again, delighting her with the way he kissed as his hands fondled. After he had licked all over the plump rounds, he delighted her a little more by groaning and panting as he licked up and down the crack of her warm behind.
"Oh darling, I can't wait any longer for it," she told him as she turned over and opened her crotch wide for him. "There's my cunt... It's hot and juicy, dear. Bring your face into my crotch... suck my horny cunt my darling lover. Suck and lick my cunt and make me have a beautiful come. Come eat, darling... come eat my cunt."
When she had mentioned that act earlier, the youth hadn't been too sure he would want to do it, but there was no doubt in his mind that, aroused as he was, there was nothing he wouldn't do eagerly for the naked woman.
He wasn't sure he knew just what she wanted as his face moved between her upraised thighs, then he had his open mouth on her organ and he was kissing and sucking, driving her wild with passion, her panting and groaning telling him that he was doing the job the way she wanted it done as her naked behind squirmed on the bed and both her silken thighs rubbed his face warmly as he sucked on the soft, warm, very juicy organ.
Maureen allowed him to go on sucking for a little while, then panted instructions and soon his tongue was probing deeply in her vagina. After a little more guidance from her, he was licking her clitoris and her big naked body was writhing hotly as she groaned in anticipation of the orgasm which was getting closer with each exciting lick of the young man's tongue.
"Don't stop, darling," she panted, "don't stop... keep licking... I'm going to come... Lick... lick... lick, you darling, you sweet cunt lapper... Here I come...." She writhed and jerked and panted and groaned through a long, magnificent come, then her eyes shone as she tried to tell him what a magnificent orgasm he had given her.
"If it was that good, Maureen, then please let me do it again. I loved sucking your nice cunt and I'd love to do it again."
"Well darling, if you're going to insist like that, I guess I'll just have to let you, but I'll need a few minutes to let my pussy rest from that lovely explosion."
"Could you lie on your belly to rest and then I'd be able to play with your beautiful big bum?"
"Mmmm, that sounds nice," she sighed. "Just be very careful you don't wear your tongue out. I'll want it back in my cunt in a little while."
Not the least concerned about the welfare of his tongue, Tom began fondling her lush buttocks, then he began kissing and licking them, making the naked woman sigh hymns of joy. A couple of lesbians had ministered to her bottom in that way, but no male ever had and she was more than delighted.
Her delight grew, along with her arousal, when the young man pulled her firm buttocks apart and worked his tongue in the deep, warm valley between, producing warm fluid which trickled down into her crotch which was juicy enough from the sucking and lapping he had done there.
Maureen began rubbing her belly on the bed, then, thrilling as the mouthing of her behind was, she wanted his mouth elsewhere. When she turned over and her legs opened wide, Tom didn't have to be told what she wanted as he buried his face into her crotch, inhaled deeply, then resumed sucking and licking.
For years, Tom had hungered to experience sexual intercourse, but with his first sample of it at hand, he was so delighted by the thrill of sucking in her warm crotch that he wanted to go on doing it without ever having to stop. Intercourse couldn't possibly be more thrilling.
But Maureen felt quite differently on that score. His tongue triggered another strong climax, she panted grunted and groaned through it, then her eyes gleamed with passion as she let him know she was ready for the main event.
"Come, darling," she panted as the last tendrils of the orgasm licked through her body, "get that foot long cock up my cunt now. Jesus, I've never been so gloriously ready for a fuck. Slip it to me, Tom and make me really know I'm getting fucked."
Her knees were bent up, her crotch wide open, wet and hot looking, and she was all the inspiration a man could need, especially one approaching his first act of sexual intercourse.
Tom didn't seem quite sure of how to go about it, but Maureen was more than willing to help and he was soon lying on her warm, smooth body, the head of his massive penis probing her well lubricated portal and ready to push into her.
"Don't rush it, baby," she told him in a husky whisper. "Slip that sweet prick to me a little at a time and let me feel it all. I want this to be the fuck of my lifetime, just as it's going to be for you, darling. Just give me the head of your cock first and let me feel it stretching my slit. I'm a big woman, but my cunt is small and tight. Stretch it for me." Panting, Tom pushed the head into her and then she was groaning with delight.
"Oh my God, think of it," she groaned, "your cock is making me feel so good already and I've got almost eleven more inches to come. Slip me another inch, you beautifully hung stud. Oh yes, that's it... wait... wait... let me feel it... now... another bit of stiff cock." Almost crying with ecstasy, she kept the young man feeding his organ to her in short jabs until she held him tightly as he rubbed in her crotch, the full length of his massive member buried in the soft warmth of her.
"There, Tom," she told him as her hands rubbed his smooth, strong back, "you've got your big, hard prick buried in a woman's cunt at last. How does it feel?"
"Oh Maureen, it's so wonderful. It's as good as sucking your cunt."
"What a lovely answer, darling. Start fucking me now. Take your time, a fuck should never be hurried. Use long, slow strokes and give me as many inches as you can with each stroke. That's where the real joy of being fucked by a really long cock is. Yes, that feels nice when you pull it back slowly, dear. Pull back some more... more... more... there, now shove that beauty back into me. Oh Jesus yes. What a fuck."
Maureen guided him through the first few strokes, then he was giving it to her just the way she wanted, making it better than any man ever had.
"I'm starting to get close," he told her, panting. "I'm soon going to shoot my cream up your cunt."
"Then go ahead and stroke faster, dear. It will be more exciting for you that way."
Tom needed no further urging and his body knew what to do. His long penis pistoned delightfully in her organ, producing exciting wet sounds, then, grunting and gasping, he began grinding in her wide crotch as she held him tightly and brought her strong legs up to share in the caress of his strongly jerking body as he fired a strong charge more deeply into her than anyone had ever done. While he was shooting, her vaginal walls sucked, then went on doing so until he moaned weakly and begged her to stop.
"Oh darling, that beautiful cock of yours has to be the best in the world. You shot your juice right up into my womb. Nobody ever got it so far into me. I hope you'll want to come back and fuck me often in the future. I'll take very good care of that prick. As often as you can get it hard, I'll soften it in my cunt like I just did. Tell me, darling, did you like your first fuck?"
"It was so good I can't describe it, Maureen. I hope fucking will always be that good."
"It will always be that good when you fuck me, darling," she told him.
"And you'll really let me come here to suck your cunt and fuck you often?"
"Yes dear, as long as you keep it a secret. You see, it wouldn't be good for my reputation if people found out I was fucking a twenty year-old youth."
When Maureen told him she had to go to the bathroom, he asked permission to go with her and watch and she gave it.
"Are you going to pee or poop?" he asked as he walked behind her, his eyes feasting on her buttocks in motion.
"I'm just going to pee, dear. Do you like watching women peeing?"
"I never saw one, but I know I'll enjoy watching you doing it."
"In that case, dear, we'll go to the kitchen and I'll piss there. You'll be able to see very clearly."
Trembling with renewed excitement, he guessed it meant that she was going to urinate in the sink. She didn't tell him what she had in mind, then he saw her take an empty milk bottle from the table beside the sink and she told him to lie on his back on the floor.
It was cold against his skin, but Tom didn't mind that as he did as he had been told, then he saw her put the bottle down beside his face.
"My aim had better be good, dear, or I'll wash your face with my piss," she told him with a little chuckle.
"I wouldn't mind, Maureen," he told her as he looked up at her breasts and face. "You're so pretty and so exciting that I'll bet even your pee would be nice."
"What a sweet young man you are, dear. Ready now, I'm going to squat over the bottle and you'll see my hot piss shooting into," she told him, then he saw her squatting, her big behind so close to his face that it made him tremble some more.
He watched as she adjusted her position, then told him she was ready. Teasingly, she held back for a bit, then he heard a little grunt and saw the stream flashing from under her and watched as the fluid hissed and bubbled into the bottle.
"That was very exciting for me, dear," Maureen told him when she had finished. "Did you enjoying watching me peeing."
"Oh yes, I sure did," he told her as she got up and he held the warm bottle in his hands, arousal beginning to stir strongly. "Some time, I'd like to watch you poop, then I could wipe your bum."
"I'll have to think about that, dear. Are you going to want to fuck me again tonight?"
"I sure am. I want to suck your cunt some more and fuck you as often as I can."
"How lovely. I'd better douche in that case so my pussy will be nice and fresh for you." Maureen readied the equipment, then he watched as she douched and he felt his penis beginning to stir, telling him it wouldn't be long before he would be ready for another round of sex with the beautiful woman. She told him to stay in the bathroom until she called him, then went to her bedroom and dressed in a black garter belt and black, sheer nylons, then added a matching black bra and panties. When she called him to the bedroom, she stood posing for him and Tom knew that erection was only minutes away.
He followed her to the kitchen and watched as she poured herself a drink. He decided to have one too, then they carried their glasses to the living room where Tom divided his attention between the drink and the woman until his penis was strongly erect and they both looked at it, excitedly.
"Why Tom, how exciting. I do believe you like the way I look in bra and panties," she told the man as she closed a hand around his stiff penis.
"Oh yes. You looked great in your corselette, but you're really something this way."
Picking up her drink, Maureen began walking around the room to entertain and further arouse him. He liked the whole outfit, but liked it especially when she walked or posed with her back to him so that he could see cheeks showing generously around the little panties and saw the shadowy valley between.
When she stopped walking, she stood before him, her behind close to his face, then his arms wrapped around her and he was rubbing his face over her panties and bared portions of buttocks.
"I think we're ready for bed, darling," she told him and he got to his feet. As they walked to her room, he fondled her bottom while looking down into her bra.
They played on the bed for a while, then she had him take her bra off so that he could fondle and suck her breasts. Before he got around to taking her panties off, there was a little moisture in the crotch of them.
After that, her crotch became very moist as he sucked and licked her to orgasm, allowed her a little rest, then prepared to do it again. This time, she had him lie on his back, she straddled him, then lowered her crotch onto is face. The position permitted him to play with her behind while he lapped and that made the act even more exciting for him and for the panting, sighing woman.
When his tongue triggered another orgasm, she added to his thrill by rubbing her wet organ all over his face, smearing the warm juices and making his face excitingly sticky.
"Just stay as you are, darling," Maureen told him as she raised her crotch from his face. "I've decided that instead of you fucking me, I'm going to fuck you. I haven't fucked a man this way for a long time and it will be delightful to ride your long cock."
Working her way down his body, Maureen paused when her crotch was above his, then she lowered herself until the head of his penis touched her crotch. With one hand, she held the stiff organ, then lowered herself again and sighed warmly as she felt it pushing up into her depths.
When his penis was buried in her, Maureen was sitting on him, squirming a little and sighing, asking him how he liked it.
"I really love it," he told her. "This may sound crazy, but seeing your nylons stretching around your big thighs makes it even more exciting for me."
"That's not crazy, dear. Many men like their women to keep their nylons on while they fuck. I think sheer nylons make a naked woman look even more exciting. When I take a woman to bed for sex, I like her to keep her nylons on. Just relax now, dear and I'll give you an exciting fuck."
Tom wasn't exactly relaxed as she rode up and down his long, strong penis, but he was delighted. Her lush breasts swayed excitingly as she rode, and he saw lust contorting her face, making it even more beautiful, he thought.
"Oh God, baby, I'm going to have a come," she told him, hurried the pace of her riding, then she pressed all the way down and squirmed as orgasm rocked her big body and made her breasts do a wildly exciting dance. In the course of her squirming, with her vaginal walls clinging to his throbbing penis, ejaculation sneaked up on the young man and delighted him as he drained another strong charge of semen into her, bringing a new light into her shining eyes as her organ sucked him until he was so weak he thought he would faint.
After they had rested, she went to the bathroom to douche again so that she would be fresh for still more sucking later.
Tom proved to be as potent as he was big, and all through the night they alternated between sleeping and romping, yet, when they woke in the morning, his penis was throbbing strongly against her smooth buttocks, so they turned to face each other, played for a while and then he was in her and they were romping through another exciting act of intercourse.
Over breakfast, they talked of the pleasure they had shared and of the future.
"I'll want you to visit me once or twice a week from now on, darling," Maureen told him. "I'll have to save some time and energy for my other lovers, my black man with the ten inch cock and my lesbian friends, but I'm always going to want to have you around to thrill me with your mouth and your tongue and your massive prick."
Tom was delighted and his delight continued to grow as the woman kept her promise and invited him back to her apartment often. Every visit was exciting for him, but there were special visits when, before getting into bed with Maureen, he watched her having a ball with another woman. On those visits, his mouth had two crotches to service and that doubled his pleasure.
He still sees Maureen often, but since then, he has found other women who like the way nature endowed him, so that his life is full and richly rewarding.
CASE HISTORY THREE
JOAN: She had aroused me more highly than any man ever had. Fires still burned in my cunt from the beautiful things her mouth and tongue had done there, and then I was staring into her crotch as she writhed, naked, and begged me to go down on her and stick her cunt. I sensed that if I did it, I would become hooked, and then I knew I wanted to be hooked that way, knew that as long as I lived, sexual pleasure would be found in the warm crotch- of a woman. When my mouth touched her soft, warm pussy, I thought I would die of joy. I didn't die, but as I sucked and licked her juicy cunt, I did go to heaven.
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Joan wasn't a virgin when she married Greg at the age of eighteen, but she hadn't been promiscuous either. Greg was the big catch of the small town. The son of the most prominent doctor, he was handsome, college educated and the target of the mother of every eligible girl in town.
Joan met him at a party, they began dating, and then he was no longer available to other young women. The first time they made love, it was beautiful. They were in his father's cottage on a lake, having gone there for a quiet Sunday afternoon picnic.
They swam and she liked what she saw in his eyes when he saw her in her two piece bathing suit. Later, after they had dried in the warm sun and gone back into the cottage, they embraced and she very much liked what she felt in the front of his trunks as he pressed against her while they shared a passionate kiss.
As passion flared hotly for both of them, his hands clutched at her buttocks and they both groaned, then they were in the bedroom and his trunks were gone, his penis a big, exciting thing as it twitched with desire as he took the bra top of her suit off and then they fell on the bed, writhing together, their open mouths mashing wetly in one sexy kiss after another.
"Greg, darling," she whispered as he fondled her lush breasts, "I better tell you now before you find out. I haven't been around much, but I'm not a virgin either."
"Hell, that's just fine, neither am I. I once did it to a virgin and I didn't like it. It hurt her and I felt like some kind of a sadistic bastard when it ended. I'd had my fun but she was still crying. I'm going to strip you now and devirginize you some more," he added, then he stripped the bottom of her bathing suit off as she squirmed in passion.
He fondled her buttocks, probed her crotch with a gentle hand and kept her panting and writhing. At one point, he kissed her belly and nuzzled in the foliage of her mons veneris. As he did so, she recalled what a girl friend of hers had told her about having her organ sucked and licked by one of her dates and how thrilling it had been when she climaxed with his tongue inside her.
Hoping Greg would do that to her, Joan opened her crotch wide for him. His hand went to her vulva and probed gently, parting the soft lips, but that was as close as his mouth got to her crotch, then he was mounting her, his big organ stretched her little used vagina and then they were rocking together.
Aroused as she was, she climaxed quickly and very strongly, only the second time she had achieved orgasm during intercourse, then it was his turn and he pumped his semen into her as their bodies pressed warmly together.
They made love often after that and it was always good for both of them. Greg invariably brought her to a peak of passion with his hands and with his mouth on her mouth and her breasts, so that she was usually able to climax while they were making love.
Greg had a job offer from a small but growing firm in a city not too far away and when he went there to take it, Joan was his wife. They had a pleasant apartment and life was beautiful for them.
Their lovemaking continued to be great, but once in a while, Joan wished he would get his face into her crotch and bring her to climax with his tongue. Once, while they were chatting in bed, preparing to make love, she told him what her friend had once told her about having her vagina mouthed and tongued all the way to orgasm.
He replied that he had heard of that sort of thing, but indicated that it wasn't the sort of thing nice people did. Knowing she wasn't going to change his mind, she let the matter drop, telling herself that they had lots of sex and that it was great and she could get along without that one particular act anyway.
Greg began devoting more and more time to his job and saw that he could go all the way in the world of business. As he spent more and more time away from home, Joan became bored and wished she had a baby to help fill a life which kept feeling more and more empty. They didn't make love nearly as often as they used to, since Greg was so often too tired when he returned from a twelve or fourteen hour day of work.
They sometimes made love on weekends and it was good, but then the wait for the next time became long and hard to bear. It was at that point in her life that Joan began to masturbate.
Masturbation became more and more a part of her life, especially as she learned to develop highly erotic fantasies to accompany the act. For a while, her husband played an unknowing role in her masturbation, in fantasy, sucking where she so wanted to be sucked. As her finger stroked her clitoris, it became his tongue.
In time, it became easier to replace her husband in the fantasy with a faceless man who was always an ardent, thrilling lover. He would fondle her breasts, lick hard nipples, fondle her buttocks and thighs, then after much gentle fondling and probing of her crotch, her finger became his tongue as he lapped her until she achieved climax.
If she could only have a baby, she told herself, she would have someone to love and care for, something to keep her mind occupied, but for all their efforts, it didn't happen. When they had medical tests, she learned that her husband was sterile. It was as big a shock to him as it was to her, and even though she knew it wasn't his fault, she still felt cheated. First he had cheated her by ceasing to be a good lover, then he had cheated her through his sterility.
Greg was against her taking a job, but she didn't take no for an answer and got a secretarial job. That helped, but it didn't totally cure her sexual problem, especially when she participated in or overheard washroom chatter involving sexual experiences. One young woman liked to describe how her lover performed cunnilingus on her and when she heard that, Joan would feel a hot resurgence of desire to have the act performed on her.
The first time she heard the woman describing the act in detail, Joan was sitting on the toilet. As she listened, passion flared and she masturbated. When she climaxed, she had to be very careful not to make a sound, despite the fact that she wanted to shriek with joy, the way she sometimes did when she masturbated at home.
When she was twenty-two, Greg made her quit working. He had risen fast in his company and reached the level where he felt it would be an embarrassment to him if it became known that his wife worked as a secretary. As a consolation prize, he promised that when things leveled off a little, they would adopt a child or two. Though her heart wasn't in it, she accepted his decision and quit her job. Again, she found boredom hard to cope with. Days were long and evenings were frequently longer when Greg stayed on at the office until late, then came home so tired that all he could do was sleep.
And then the goal toward which Greg had been aiming, came into sight. His firm was becoming involved in a merger and there would be a shuffling of personnel with a spot opening up near the top of the corporate ladder.
In addition to having worked hard and well, Greg had also played politics well and was on the winning side. There was one other contender for the job, also on the right side in the takeover. Greg felt his own record was better than that of the other man, but he lacked seniority and was afraid that could hurt him.
It was time, he decided, for his wife to come to his aid. The wife of the newly appointed president was a major stockholder in the company, and also a major influence on her husband. If Joan could win her favor, he reasoned, then it would enhance his chance of getting the job when it came open in a few months.
Greg explained the situation to Joan and she was eager to help. Not only did she want to help him, out of loyalty, but beyond that, she reasoned, once he was at the top, then hopefully he would be able to spend more evenings with her and permit her to live a more normal life, sexually, socially and in every way.
They entertained the couple in their lavish apartment and Joan and the older woman, Edna, hit it off beautifully, right from the start. Edna was still a young woman, in her thirties, and she was stunningly beautiful.
After dinner, while the men held a partly business discussion in one room, Joan and Edna chatted over drinks in another.
They began by talking about business and how much time and effort a man had to put into his job if he wanted to reach the top, then they agreed that while it was fine for the man to have his interests, it did not allow for a very rewarding home life.
The conversation continued until both admitted that they resented their husbands' total devotion to career, especially in the sexual area.
The following day, Joan went to the woman's home, by invitation, for lunch and a lazy afternoon of sipping drinks and chatting. It was a warm, sunny day and Joan was delighted with the opportunity to spend an afternoon with someone interesting and pleasant, whether or not it would help her husband get the job he was after.
They chatted during a light lunch which the maid served on a shaded area of the patio, then they were talking again about business being the enemy of sex.
"What a woman has to do," Edna said, "is learn to adapt her life to her husband's, learn to enjoy a sex life which doesn't depend on him, at least not totally."
"What you say sounds fine, Edna, but it could also lead to things like divorce."
"It needn't, dear, not if the woman is clever and imaginative. Let's be frank, dear. I presume you've reached the stage where you have to depend on using a finger to get your jollies when you're hungry. Am I right?"
"Yes. You seem to understand all this better than I do, Edna."
"I've had more time to, dear. I went through my phase of fingering a long time ago. Oh, I still do it from time to time, but now it's because I happen to feel like it, not because I need it."
"Care to share some secrets?" Joan asked and gave the woman a warm smile.
"I'd be pleased to, dear. Where you are today, sexually, is pretty much where I was once. If I can help you, I want to. First though, let's have a swim. Our food has had time to settle and I'd like to get out of these clothes."
"It sounds great. I wish I'd brought a bathing suit."
"Follow me," Edna said and together they walked to a walled section of the spacious grounds. As she followed the woman through the door, Joan saw that she was in another carefully tended garden with a big pool in the center. The water looked blue and clear and inviting.
"This is my private garden," Edna told her, "and bathing suits aren't necessary here. In fact, they're not allowed. There's another pool for more conventional types who like to wear bathing suits."
As she talked, Edna unfastened her dress and took it off. Trying to appear as sophisticated as possible, Joan took her dress off and tried to hide her nervousness. Edna, she saw, looked stunning in bra and panties, then her bra was off and her breasts jutted in naked beauty, breasts which were very firm for a woman in her mid-thirties.
"Mmmmm," Edna sighed as Joan nervously took her bra off to show breasts which were bigger and firmer than her own, "what a pair of beauties you have, darling."
"I was just thinking of how beautiful yours are," Joan told her. "In fact, everything about you is beautiful."
"Thank you, dear. I guess I'm not too bad for an old woman of thirty-five, but you've got it all going for you, maturity and youthful firmness combined."
Joan became even more nervous as they took their panties off, then removed garter belts and nylons, so that they were totally nude.
"My God, Joan, turn around again," Edna said. "I've never seen such a beautiful bum in all my life. Close to blushing, Joan turned her back to the woman and her heart began pounding with an excitement which she hoped she could hide before her new friend saw it.
"Honey, if I were married to you, I wouldn't let that lovely ass out of my sight for a minute. Please don't be embarrassed, but I can't resist finding out if those cheeks are as firm as they look," Edna said as she moved closer, then there was a hand on each of them and she gave a quick squeeze, sighing as she did.
"Thanks dear," Edna said and took her hands away. "That ass of yours is too perfect to be true. What a bed partner you must be when you get the chance for it."
"Yes, when I get the chance," Joan said and heard a quavering in her voice which she hoped the woman had not observed.
There had been something about the way the woman had felt her buttocks which triggered a wild surge of arousal which refused to go away even after the hands had.
"Oh yes, we were talking about how a woman has to adapt to a life of being married to a businessman," Edna said and sat on one of the many couches around the pool, pointing to the one opposite for Joan.
She talked of the early years of her marriage when her husband had been attentive and ardent. "He was a good lover then. He liked to use his mouth, not just on my mouth, but on my tits and belly and thighs and ass, then my legs would open wide for him and he'd get his face in my crotch. God how that man could eat cunt. He'd give me such strong orgasms that I thought I'd die each time. I guess you know what I mean about a good cunt lapping."
"Yes, I... No, damn it, I'm lying. I've never had my cunt lapped. I tried to lure Greg into it back when we were first married, but no luck. I've heard a couple of women talk about it, and it sounds like something better than a weekend in heaven."
"You poor lamb, you're even more neglected than I thought. I get all of that I want. My husband doesn't like to do it, but every once in a while, just for kicks, I take my panties off and force him to eat my cunt."
Force him?" Joan asked, surprised.
"Yes. I find it very kicky. You see, because of a stock situation, I own him. I inherited a big block of the stock, then used my money and some of his to quietly buy a lot more. I now hold more .stock than he does and he knows what that means. When he's done something to annoy me, or sometimes just to let him know who's boss, I take my clothes off, usually in the living room, but sometimes in the dining room or anywhere else we happen to be, and order him to lie on his back. He doesn't like it, but he has no choice. I sit on his face and make him eat my cunt until I have a come. Sometimes, I arrange to allow the maid to catch us in the act. That really gives me the biggest kicks of all."
"My God, Edna, that sounds wild. Isn't the maid horrified or embarrassed or something?"
"Far from it. She loves to eat pussy and I often allow her to have a snack in my crotch. She's good at it. As good as any woman I've ever had."
"Woman? God, Edna, you're just full of surprises," Joan replied, as she trembled with an excitement the like of which she'd never known.
"Yes dear. Years ago, I was like you. I had a beautiful body and normal sexual desires which my husband didn't have time or energy to look after. I discussed it with a woman friend one day, a woman a few years older than myself, then after a long and very exciting conversation, she took me to bed, loved me up as I hadn't been loved up in years, then after giving be a beautiful going over, she sucked my cunt. She had a beautiful mouth and a wild tongue. I went straight to heaven that day and I've been living there ever since."
"Weren't you shocked or anything, the first time?" Joan asked.
"No. In the beginning, I thought I should be and that I would be horrified later, when it was all over, but I was wrong. All I felt after she finished was an ecstasy and contentment greater than anything I'd ever known."
"And you've liked it with women ever since?" Joan asked.
"Loved it, would be a better description. When I make love with a woman, we're both gentle and tender and each understands what the other likes and needs. I feel her gentle hands and lips on my body and I just purr and do the same to her. We fondle and suck breasts, kiss bottoms, and thighs and play with them, get ourselves so horny we can't wait another second, then the orgasms start and we go on and on. Am I revolting you, darling?" Edna asked.
"No, you're not. An hour ago, I'd have guessed I'd be shocked at hearing such things, but I'm not. I guess you can see that I'm excited. I try to hide it, but I'm sure you can see it."
"Yes dear, I can and I like exciting you this way."
"Edna, I don't know what to say. For years now, it has frustrated me that my husband wouldn't suck my pussy. I often pretend there's a man doing it to me when I work my finger in my slit. Still, I never thought of a woman doing it. Are you going to do it to me? Is that why you invited me here today?"
"I invited you here today to show you that there is a much better, more beautiful life available to you. It was my hope that I could lead you on to the point where you'd want me to make love to your beautiful body. That is' still my hope, dear. I hope you'll do yourself the favor of trying something different, something that could brighten your whole life as it did mine, could allow you to live your life to the full."
As she said the words, Edna went to sit beside Joan on the couch, then put an arm around her, a hand moving slowly up to hold a big, firm breast.
"I'm not going to try to force you to do anything you don't want to. I won't force in any way at all. For example, I'll tell you right now that Greg will get the job he's lusting after. I know that's why he suddenly became so keen on bringing you and I together, so that you could influence me."
"Edna, you make me feel like some kind of a whore."
"You needn't, dear. I don't regard you that way at all. What you did was perfectly good business. Any loyal wife would do the same thing. It's just that once I saw you, I wanted you. Later, when I put it all together and saw what Greg was doing, it struck me as a nice idea to take the bait he was offering, your friendship, but to go beyond that and make love to you."
All the while she talked, Edna fondled the breast, hardening and elongating the nipple and making Joan sigh and squirm against her.
"As I said, Joan, the job has nothing to do with it. He's the right man for it and he'll get it. Anything we do or don't do together now, has nothing to do with that. I want that to be very clear, darling. Do you like the way I fondle your beautiful tit?" "Yes. Your hand is so gentle. Your body is so warm, so smooth. Oh Edna, I never dreamed this could happen to me. My mind tells me to stop, but my body wants it. Do it, Edna, do anything you want to me. Please do something right now."
Edna did something, taking the younger woman in her arms and kissing her, lightly at first, then with mounting passion as their warm, wet mouths mashed.
"I never knew a woman could kiss like that, Edna," Joan whispered when the kiss ended. "I'm more aroused now than I've been in years, perhaps ever."
"It's just beginning, dear," Edna told her. "Lie back and relax. Leave the rest to me. I'm going to make beautiful love to your body, all of it. I'll do lots of beautiful, exciting things to you, then when the moment is just right, I'll go down on you, suck and lick your sweet little cunt and give you the most beautiful come you've ever had."
"Oh Edna, I'm so horny. Yes, I want all that, but what if I can't do the same to you?"
"Don't worry, darling. If that happens, I'll just call my maid and she'll give my cunt all the lapping I can take. Relax and don't think, dear, just feel."
Relaxation was most unlikely for Joan, given her state, but she did lie back, sighing while Edna began massaging her breasts with both hands. A little later, the nature of the massage changed as the woman licked her lips, then her warm mouth was providing a greedy sucking massage to one breast while a hand worked on the other.
Joan had been sighing from the outset of the game, but then her sighs turned to moans and, liking the sound, Edna decided to increase it. As she sucked the other firm, young breast, her hand rubbed down a smooth tummy, paused to play in the foliage which covered the firm mons veneris, then moved downward. As it did, Joan opened her crotch wide and then the hand was gently rubbing her vulva, causing her beautiful bottom to squirm on the bed, the sound level of her reaction increasing loudly, along with her arousal.
"How good you feel, darling," Edna whispered as she continued to fondle her partner. "Only a woman knows how to do it right. Your tender little pussy is just quivering with desire. Here, I'll slip one finger in and make it feel a little hornier. There, baby, there," she said as she moved the finger with studied slowness in and out of the moist slit. "Can feel better than you've felt in a long time, don't you?"
"Yes Edna, oh yes. I don't think I've ever been as horny as this. You make me feel so good, so excited."
"I understand, dear, but this is only the beginning for you. I'm going to make the lips of your cunt nice and wet, then I'm going to start kissing and sucking it. Yours is a very beautiful little cunt and I know I shall go wild over the flavor of it when I'm lapping it. There, baby, there," Edna told her as she withdrew the finger from her slit and spread juice over the soft pink lips of the organ.
"Now darling," Edna said as she bent over the woman and licked her lips, "I'm all ready to kiss and suck your lovely cunt. Would you like me to stop instead? Is that what you want?"
"No, Edna. Please don't tease me. You know what I want. Give it to me."
"Yes darling, I know what you want, but let me hear the words. I love hearing a horny woman asking for it."
"Suck me, Edna," Joan moaned, "suck my cunt and let me have a great big come."
"Yes, darling baby, I'll suck your sweet cunt. I'm going to do it right now."
The face came all the way down and then Joan groaned as she felt the wet mouth on her vulva. She gave one cry, then Edna was sucking and Joan kept moaning as her naked body writhed madly. Her thoughts and her daydreams of oral sex all came together, but they didn't begin to approach the reality of the act as the exciting woman sucked greedily, her hands rubbing gently.
The level of Joan's cries rose sharply as a long tongue snaked into her organ and moved around inside, probing, licking, lashing. Groaning, Joan arched her back in passion and her hands went to her breasts and rubbed strongly, squeezing until it hurt a little and added to the erotic delight which filled her body and her entire being.
She felt the tongue moving out of her slit, then she cried out with frustration, not wanting it to get out of her. It didn't, quite, and then a high pitched squeal broke from her throat as the tip of the tongue found her hardened clitoral bud and curled around it.
If she lived to be a thousand years old, Joan told herself, nothing else could ever match the joy of that moment, then the joy was being prolonged as the maddeningly exciting tongue continued to lick her clitoris while hands tightened their grip on her hips.
In her intense arousal, Joan was thankful for those hands, hoping they would keep her from flying away when, in a very short time, that licking tongue triggered climax.
"I'm going to come, Edna," she heard herself saying, not realizing she had spoken. "I'm so close... oh yes... yes... lick me just like that... lick, Edna... oh Jesus... here it comes . .
And come it did, strongly, beautifully, sweeping her right out of the world and into a personal heaven. No previous orgasm, nothing she had ever experienced could begin to compare with the excruciating ecstasy which was hers as she floated high among the stars while strong hands held her.
When the explosions began to pass, Joan found herself lying in full, naked embrace with her lover. She felt a sense of warmth and of content, as though her body had turned to silk and was pressed snugly against another silken body.
"Oh Edna, why didn't I know about this before? All those hungry nights of wanting sex. If only I had known about this."
"You do now, darling," Edna told her. "At least you know about some of it. There's still the other side of the coin, of course, the part that says it's more beautiful to give than to receive, more blessed."
"I want to do it to you, Edna. After what you did for me, it's the very least I can do, but I wonder if I can."
"Wanting to do it is all you need, darling," Edna told her. "In the beginning, you'll want to do it for me. Once you get started, you'll be doing it because you'll find the thrill of sucking and lapping a pussy is at least as great as having it done to you. Don't rush though, we'll play, you'll feel me up, suck my tits, fondle my thighs and ass and belly, then play in my crotch. After a little of that, you'll be so horny that if I tried to stop you from going down on me, you'd rape me. When we're ready, I'll raise my thighs so that you can feel your face between them. Once you feel that, you'll want to keep your face in my crotch forever. You won't even want to go home for Christmas dinner."
Edna sounded so convincing, that Joan knew it was going to be just as she said, knew without a doubt she was going to enjoy it and would want to come back many times to do it again and again.
Edna released her from her embrace, then turned to lie on her back. Sitting up beside the woman, Joan put both hands on the lush breasts and began fondling them, drawing warm sighs from her beautifully naked partner.
"Look at me, Edna," she said excitedly as she fondled, "I can't imagine myself fondling a woman's' bare tits. I'm a new woman, dear. I'm sexy and bold and daring. The old me could never have done such a thing."
"The old you could never have been as happy either," Edna told her. "Keep on being bold and daring, my darling, you'll feel even better as you go along. You're getting so nice and horny again, aren't you?"
"Oh yes, dear. Fondling a man's body can't begin to compare. You're so silken smooth and exciting. I want to feel and kiss you all over."
"Then be my guest, darling, I promise I won't object," Edna told her with a warm smile.
Joan began kissing on the woman's breasts, then kissing became sucking and licking as she filled her mouth with firm breasts and savored the silken texture as she listened to an exciting blend of sighing and moaning, while gentle hands on her body added to the fires of lust. Her mind turned off as passion flared more hotly and then her body was acting on its own, needing no direction except that provided by instinct.
She kept Edna sighing and moaning as she kissed and fondled her way down the beautiful, naked body, then she turned the woman over and found new delights in the form of lovely thighs and firm, beautifully rounded buttocks.
When Joan rubbed her cheek over the woman's nether cheeks, it was silk on silk and their sighs mingled and then her lips moved lightly over the twin rounds as she abandoned herself to the ecstatic joys of unbridled lust. And while she kissed the lush hillocks, she fondled them as well, her hands moving from the firm rounds down over smooth thighs, then back up.
Joan seemed content to go on doing it indefinitely, but her gentle ministrations carried Edna's need to the point where it had to be met and, sighing loudly, she turned over and lay on her back, her knees bent up, crotch open and hotly, silently inviting, pleading for a visit from a warm, moist mouth and a flicking, licking tongue.
"Now, darling, now," Edna sighed. "Bring me your beautiful face, right into my crotch. I'm hot and ready for you, darling. Come and kiss and suck and lick," she moaned as the tips of her fingers parted the soft lips. "I'll be juicy and so tasty for you, dear. Here it is... here... come and take my cunt."
In her wild desire, Edna's buttocks rose from the couch, then Joan's face went to her, her cheeks brushed satiny smooth thighs, she paused to inhale the subtle fragrance of musk.
As she lowered her face to the tender target, a low cry broke from her throat then it was muffled as her open mouth pressed down on Edna's organ. She felt the naked body jerk violently, causing the soft vulva to rub against her mouth, then Edna lay back and Joan's mouth went to work while her hands rubbed well fleshed hips and gently rounded tummy.
"Oh darling," Edna said, her words wrapped in hot sighs, "you suck cunt like an angel. More, my angel, more. You're such a perfect natural. Yes, darling, yes, this is heaven. Your face is so at home here in my crotch, your mouth and your tongue are so exciting."
Delighted by the words of praise and by the erotic act, Joan sucked and lapped more greedily, then went in search of the woman's passion bud. As she found it, it was hard and surprisingly long as her tongue curled around it, so long in fact that instinct told her to try something different, hoping it would make the act better for her partner.
Parting the lips with the tips of her fingers, she pressed her mouth more firmly into the warm, moist core of the woman, then found that she was able to get her lips around the long clitoris and suck on it. Edna's groans told her what a beautiful idea it had been and she went on sucking until Edna was crying out in wild climax, her arms and legs flailing, her behind bouncing on the couch, the sweet sweat of lesbian lust making her lovely body glow, as though content could be seen as it shimmered on her smooth skin and glowed in her wet eyes.
"Darling, I can't believe it," Edna panted. "For a woman who has never made lesbian love before, you were out of this world. I've never had my clit sucked like that, no woman has ever sucked and lapped my cunt that beautifully."
"I'm glad I was good for you, Edna. I wanted you to really enjoy it. When I was sucking your clit, it felt like a tiny little prick. I've never sucked a cock, but I felt I had the best of two worlds in your crotch, the beautiful, soft, warm cunt of a woman and the hard cock of a little boy. Oh my darling, I'll always want to suck and lick your lovely cunt. I'll never be able to get enough of it."
"It will always be here for you, dear, waiting in my crotch for you to take and eat. Seeing as how we have all our clothes off," she added, grinning, "let's have a swim. I hate to wash away the sweat of love, but that water looks so inviting. Besides, we can always produce more sweat later."
Laughing, they ran to the pool and dove in, their naked bodies flashing in the bright sun, then they swam lazily, their bodies savoring the feel of water that was just cool enough to be perfect.
After the swim, Edna picked up a phone beside the pool and told the maid to bring towels and gin and tonics. Realizing that another woman was going to see her in the nude, Joan trembled as a new wave of passion swept over her.
"We could dry in the sun," Edna told her, "but Gloria would be broken hearted if we didn't let her towel us. She'll pee her little panties when she sees that body of yours."
"Won't she be jealous? I mean she probably heard us and knew what we were doing."
"She's never jealous, dear," Edna assured her. "I keep her pretty well looked after and she's thankful for what she gets. Just wait until you see her, I have a hunch the sight of her will make your pussy tingle."
A couple of minutes later, there was a knock on the door and Edna went to admit the maid who carried towels and a tray of drinks.
As the maid bent to put the tray down on a low table, the back of her very short, black satin dress rode high to show Joan a pair of stunningly beautiful thighs, above the expanded tops of sheer nylons.
"Thank you, Gloria," Edna said. "Now take your dress off and towel us, please. Do my friend Joan first. Isn't she beautiful?"
"Oh yes," the maid said as she opened her dress, then pulled it over her head and tossed it onto a chair. "It's no wonder I heard such yummy sounds coming from here."
"Oh Edna," Joan said with a little gasp. "She looks like a beautiful little kewpie doll." The description was apt enough. Gloria stood a bit under five feet, all curves and rounds. She wore no bra and her breasts were works of art. When her employer told her to, she pushed her bikini panties down and stepped out of them, only the black garter belt and dark, sheer nylons remaining. Her tiny feet nestled in gleaming black, high heeled pumps.
Picking up one of the thick towels, Gloria went to Joan and began towelling her, but it was much more than just towelling as she fondled and patted the big breasts, being beautifully gentle, then rubbing a lot more vigorously over back, tummy and buttocks. Later, as she asked Joan to part her legs, she was more than gentle as she patted moisture from her crotch so well that it induced more moisture inside Joan's vulva and sent passion flaring hotly again.
"I'll just make sure you're properly dried," the lovely maid said, then her hand was in Joan's crotch, palm up, patting and stroking gently, causing Joan's beautiful behind to sway. When she took the hand away, Joan almost cried out for her to bring it back, then it was Edna's turn to be towelled and Gloria did it with a loving touch while Joan looked on, trembling with fresh arousal.
"Gloria dear," Edna told her as she held the tall, cool glass. "I think my friend needs something from you. Take her to the couch and give it to her. You'll really like her tender, tasty little cunt. Give her a nice big come."
Joan felt totally helpless as the maid took her by the arm and led her to the nearest couch where she lay, sighing and her legs opened wide at once.
"I'm very anxious to work on your cunt, dear," the maid said, "but if you don't mind too much, I'd love to suck and fondle your lovely breasts. What big beauties they are," she added and without waiting for a reply, she bent over Joan and began sucking and fondling her breasts. She did it as beautifully, as excitingly as Edna had done, Joan discovered, and she didn't stop until both breasts had been thoroughly sucked and her nipples had been delightfully sensitized.
She kissed and felt her way down Joan's tingling, hot vulva and she was sucking deliciously, for her and for Joan. Aroused as she was, Joan climaxed quickly and beautifully, Gloria sitting back on her haunches, licking her lips as she watched Joan writhing and panting through the orgasm.
"Oh Edna, isn't she a beautiful angel?"
Joan asked as she opened her eyes and sighed warmly.
"Yes dear. She's such a sweet combination of woman and girl."
"Please, Edna, may I go down on her and eat her little cunt?"
"I'm pleased to see you're so eager, darling," the woman told her, "but you'll have to wait for it. First, I want her to play lap the pussy with me. It was very exciting watching her eat in your crotch, and now I want my turn. Care to play with my tits while I get my cunt lapped?"
Delighted with the suggestion, Joan got off the couch and watched Edna taking her place. Her legs came up and open and then Gloria was licking around her inner thighs and crotch, not quite touching her vulva, Joan observed.
"All right, Gloria," Edna told her pretty maid, "keep on teasing me if you want to. You know the penalty for teasing and I love spanking your lovely little bum."
Gloria got the message, gave a little giggle, then she fastened her mouth to the woman's vulva and began giving Edna what she wanted, pouring saliva into her vulva and sucking it out with wet, slurping sounds. While she watched and listened, Joan fondled the firm breasts of the woman, hungering to get her face into the warm crotch of the naked, Dresden doll. As lust intensified for her, Joan bent over the woman, taking one breast into her mouth to suck while fondling both, knowing that she was making the lapping that much more exciting for her friend.
And then excitement erupted into an explosion of orgasm for Edna. While she heaved and plunged through it, Joan stopped sucking the breast but held both of them lovingly until the spasms had passed.
"Do you still want to eat my cunt?" Gloria asked Joan.
Indicating her eagerness, Joan went to another couch with the naked maid and hurriedly went down on her, inhaling the perfumed warmth of the smooth crotch, then she was sucking and lapping, causing the naked beauty to squirm hotly, then to cry out as her tongue triggered the climax.
None of them wanted the orgy to end, then Edna went down on Gloria and while she ate hungrily in her crotch, Joan squatted behind the woman and played with her beautiful buttocks.
Declaring the end of round one, Edna sent the maid to the house for another round of drinks, giving Joan the opportunity she wanted to ask a question.
"There's only one thing bothering me, Edna," she began. "You seem to own your husband, so that if he found out about your lesbian fun, he couldn't do much about it. It isn't the same with Greg and me. I have no such hold over him."
"Sure you have, dear. What could he do, divorce you?"
"Yes."
"Wrong. You could tell him that your defence was that he wasn't male enough to give you the sex to which you were entitled, and so you went to the arms of a woman to get what he couldn't give. It would be the sort of case the newspapers would love. Do you think he'd have the guts to face that kind of publicity?"
"I see what you mean, Edna. Of course he wouldn't. God, you're brilliant."
"Not at all, dear. I've just learned to keep my eyes, ears and mind open. Men can be very simple to handle, once an intelligent woman makes up her mind to look after herself and her interests. Once a woman finds out that she doesn't even need a man for sex, she's half way there. Once a man learns that he can't rule a woman with his cock and balls, he becomes very easy to handle, if the woman just has confidence."
Joan felt a sense of elation and knew she would develop a strength to match Edna's. With that, she felt confident, she would have no trouble with her husband.
"Edna," she said then, a pained look on her face, "was all of this just a one time thing?"
"I hope not, darling. I'd like it to be a many, many times thing. I can visit you, you can visit me or Gloria and me. Sometimes I can bring in another beautiful woman to make up two couples. We can have endless fun, darling. That's what I'm really counting on for the future."
"Then that makes two of us, dear. Funny, but beyond the joy of all that happened today and can happen in the future, I feel I've scored another big plus. I no longer care how much time my husband wants to devote to business. I'm going to stop complaining and, in the long run, will probably be a better wife, all because I'll be getting all the sex I want, a new kind of sex for me."
"I hoped you'd see it that way, dear," Edna told her. "You have the philosophy of which winners are made."
As Joan left her new friend's house to drive home, she thought of how much had happened to her in just a few hours and how completely different the rest of her life would be as a result of it. Her smile broadened as she thought of how her husband had actually set the whole thing up himself.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
NANCY: "I was crying as I lay across Faith's thighs, my dress pushed high over my back, my panties at my knees. My ass was stinging like mad, but I knew there were many more spanks to come. I heard the sound of the boss's door opening, then he stood smiling in the doorway. He was naked and his big cock was twitching. I should have been terrified at the sight of his long, strong cock, but instead, it made me feel sexy as I guessed that before long, it would be buried in my cunt, making me forget about the sting of the spanking I was taking from the big woman."
* * *
At eighteen, Nancy was a business school grad with good marks but no practical experience. She was pretty, intelligent and had a good personality, but for all of that, she knew she couldn't expect much of a salary in her first job.
Still, it would be enough to permit her to find a small apartment and get away from her home and parents. It wasn't that she hated her parents, they were just too old fashioned, she felt, and allowed her no more freedom than her sixteen year-old sister.
But for all the tight control they imposed, she had found an opportunity to lose her virginity. She hadn't planned on doing it, but her parents were out that evening, as was her sister, and she broke the standard rule of not entertaining boyfriends alone in the house.
They necked passionately and talked of love and marriage until Nancy was so aroused that she was far beyond control. Her blouse had already been opened, he had fondled her breasts through her bra, then it too was opened and he was fondling and sucking lush breasts, raving over their beauty and telling Nancy that they would change their vague plans for marriage and do it soon.
"I love you, darling," he whispered as he fondled her firm breasts. "Think of how it's going to be when we're free to go to bed together every night and make love. I want to do special things to you, darling, exciting things."
"What kind of things?" she asked, trembling with wild arousal.
"Well, you know how it felt when I sucked your beautiful tits. Think of how it would feel if your panties were off, your legs wide open and my face was in your crotch, my mouth sucking your pussy, my tongue licking inside and making you come."
Her reply was a groan of passion, then he was unfastening her tight pants. She made a mild protest, but he reminded her that they would soon be married and there was no reason why she shouldn't find out what a thrill it was to have her crotch mouthed.
"But darling, where did you ever learn such a thing?" she asked as he pulled her pants half way down, not really forcing her, sensing that she would give him what he wanted.
"I was just a kid, about fourteen, when this neighbor invited me into her house one rainy afternoon. She showed me plenty of thigh, the cleavage of her tits and all that, then she was talking sexy and pulling the hem of her dress up over her nylons. I really got worked up, she took all her clothes off and let me feel her up. After that, she took me to bed and taught me how to lap cunt. I did it right and she had a real wild come. After that, she let me fuck her."
"Ooh darling, that must have been so exciting," she said with a little squeal of excitement, then she was raising her behind off the couch so that he could take her pants and panties all the way down. He slipped her shoes off, removed pants and panties, then they were embracing passionately.
"Darling," he told her, "when I'm sucking your cunt, my cock will get so hard it will hurt. I have to let it out so the pain won't be too much. Besides," he added as he opened the front of his pants, "I'll bet you'd like to see how big and hard my cock is. After all, we'll soon be married and it's the cock that will fuck your pussy every night," he added, then his pants were down and she gasped at the sight of his big, hard organ, the skin drawn well back from a big, velvety looking head.
He knelt on the floor, close to the couch, fondled and kissed her thighs and the foliage which crowned his target, then her legs were parting and he stared hotly at her vulva. It was beautifully small and clean and virginal, he thought, and vowed that he was going to change all that in just a little while.
As he licked closer and closer to her crotch, she opened it more and more widely for him, then his mouth was on her vulva and he was kissing and sucking, cries of fierce passion breaking from Nancy's throat. After he had her highly aroused and ready for anything, he sent his tongue into the virginal slit and began licking around, keeping her groaning and crying out in passion. The youth had learned the art well and then his tongue was licking her clitoris and Nancy went wild. But there was more to come as his licking tongue triggered orgasm unlike any she had ever induced with her finger, and she thought she was going out of her mind.
When she came out of the intense climax, her lover was lying on her, the head of his penis already pushing into her. There was no time to tell him to stop, what he was doing became a part of her glorious orgasm and she wrapped her arms tightly around him as he rammed his penis through the fragile barrier of her hymen and then he was riding her.
The rupture of her hymen hurt, but not as much as she had been led to believe.
"Oh darling, we're fucking... we're fucking," Nancy panted as he went on pistoning his strong member in her freshly opened depths.
"Yes baby, I'm in your cunt and I'm fucking you. It's just like it's going to be when we're married. Jesus, your cunt is so nice and tight."
And then he was grinding in her crotch as he fired his semen strongly into her and she tightened her strong grip on him as her belly seemed flooded.
Later, when she expressed the fear that she could become pregnant, he told her not to worry. He went to the kitchen and got a bottle of soda, took her to the bathroom and, shaking the bottle vigorously, his thumb covering the top, he fitted the bottle between the lips of her organ and gave her a douche which he assured her would eliminate the danger. The fizzing sensation gave her another thrill, but she wasn't as convinced as he that it was a safe method of contraception.
It wasn't safe, of course, but luck was with her. After that, when they had intercourse, she insisted he wear a condom. At first, they had intercourse every evening, but while she continued to talk about their getting married, he became less and less enthusiastic until she became suspicious.
He began calling less often and then the affair ended. He had found a new girl who liked dirty jeans and motorcycles. Not wanting to compete on those terms, Nancy let him go, feeling bitter at having been duped and used and dropped.
Shortly after that, she got her first job and was amazed and delighted that while it was with a small firm, her salary was higher than she would have expected even with five or more years experience.
The friend who told her about the job possibility, worked for the same firm and seemed happy with her job and with working conditions. She warned Nancy that in some respects the company was pretty off beat, refusing to elaborate, and went on to tell her she'd be crazy not to give it a try.
Following her friend's advice, Nancy dressed carefully for the interview, wearing a short mini, garter belt and dark, sheer nylons. The mini was so short that she had to wear it low at the waist to get by her mother, then she went into a department store washroom and raised it so that the hem came just below the tops of her nylons.
She saw a lot of males staring as she completed the short trip to the building where the firm was located, then she was there, identified herself to a receptionist who sat with the hem of her mini above the tops of her nylons, and she was taken through the general office, to the office of a big, attractive woman who was the office manager.
"Take it easy and relax, honey," the receptionist told her. "This is a fun place to work. There's no need to be nervous or uptight." During the short walk to the inner office, Nancy observed that the employees there were all female, young and beautiful, but she was beautiful enough herself that she didn't let that bother her.
The woman behind the desk rose and smiled as she greeted Nancy and pointed to a chair to the right of her desk. As she sat, Nancy saw the woman's eyes go to her well displayed thighs and felt nervous again.
"This is a very informal place, Nancy," the woman told her. "My name is Faith, that's what you'll call me. The owner-manager is called Roger. We don't bother with the mister or miss jazz here."
She took the certificate and letter of reference from the secretarial school which Nancy handed her and read both quickly.
"Jesus, baby," she said, "if you're as good as this says you are, you're really in. I think I'd have hired you anyway on the basis of the way you look in a mini," she went on. "We put strong emphasis on beauty here, but we also insist that all our workers be intelligent and able to work efficiently. We believe in relaxation and fun, at the proper time, but at other times, we demand efficiency and hard work. How much did Bess tell you about this firm?"
"Almost nothing except that it was a fun place and the pay and working conditions were great. I tried to get more out of her, but she wouldn't tell me a thing."
"She's a wise girl. By the way, dear, what's your bra size?"
"Thir... thirty-eight-C," Nancy stammered, caught off guard by the question.
"Yummy," the woman replied, then moved her chair a little back from the desk so that Nancy could see her crossed legs and expanded tops of her sheer nylons.
Faith was a big woman, almost six feet tall and built proportionately. She had long legs and thighs which looked very smooth and firm.
"I'm forty-two-D," Faith told her and took a deep breath. "Of course, I have the height and size to carry big tits. If yours were as big as mine, you'd tip over when you tried to walk."
Nancy managed a nervous laugh with the woman, then they were discussing her job, which would be in billing. When Faith mentioned what her salary would be, Nancy's jaw fell and she blinked in disbelief.
"Quite a salary, isn't it?" Faith said with a smile. "There are experienced office managers in this city who don't make that much. Mind you, you will be hired on a trial basis only. If you fit in, you stay, if you don't you go."
"I'll try awfully hard to fit in," Nancy assured her, "I think I'm going to like it here."
"I think so too, dear. By the way, are you a virgin?"
Again Nancy was caught off guard, but told the truth.
"Don't worry, you won't be forced to fuck to hold your job. I was just curious. Have you been around much, sexually I mean?"
"No," Nancy replied, "just one guy," then she went on to tell of how he had promised to marry her, then had dropped her after a while.
"Men are such bastards, darling. You were lucky he ran away. As far as I'm concerned, marriage is about as attractive a prospect as venereal disease. Once in a while I fuck for the boss, but other than that, when I want sex, I take a beautiful young woman to bed. That's where it really is all at. Don't worry," she went on as she saw that Nancy looked uncomfortable, "I won't rape you and neither will anyone else around here. Most of our women are AC/DC. You'll get plenty of offers to roll in the hay with gals, but you don't have to say yes, not even to me. Come on, I'll introduce you to the boss now. You'll like him and he'll flip at the sight of you. His office and penthouse apartment are on the floor above. Most of the gals here just love walking up those stairs.
Faith had Nancy walk ahead of her up the stairs. Before they reached the top, the woman bent and stole a quick look up Nancy's dress.
"Honey, I really like the way those little blue panties hug that beautiful bum of yours," Faith told her as they reached the top of the steps, causing Nancy to gasp and blush a little as the woman smiled at her discomfort.
"Don't let it throw you, dear," Faith told her. "This is a pretty kooky place, but we all have a lot of fun." The woman knocked on the door, a voice told her to go in and she did so, Nancy following behind, nervously.
"Well, what have we here?" he said, smiling as he stood and looked Nancy over.
The man appeared to be in his forties and, Nancy thought, was as handsome and interesting looking as any man she had ever seen. Something about his face puzzled her for a moment, then as she looked again, she recognized it as a satanic quality. Far from frightening her, it excited her.
Faith introduced them and Nancy felt strange calling the man Roger.
"Nancy," he told her as he sat, "go to that table and get me the June 17th edition of Time out of that pile of magazines."
Going to the table, she bent over it and showed the seated man an exciting view of lush thighs above expanded nylon tops, then, realizing what she must be showing, she crouched.
"No dear," Faith told her, "stand up. You look much more graceful that way."
Nancy obeyed, blushing a little, yet feeling a surge of excitement as she searched the pile on the low table without finding the one he had asked for.
"Oh Nancy," Roger said, his eyes feasting on thighs and bottom slopes of perfectly rounded buttocks, "I just remembered I threw that copy away, but thanks for looking. By the way, you look beautifully and beautiful. Oh yes, and so do your little blue panties," he added and grinned as she straightened up and turned to face him, trying to return his smile.
"Damnit, everybody around here seems to know what color my panties are," she said, her smile belying her pretended anger.
"Then in that case, dear," Roger told her, "I'll see that you get equal time. Faith, let's see what color your panties are."
Smiling, first at her boss, then at Nancy, the big beauty caught the hem of her dress and pulled it up to her waist. Nancy couldn't hold back the little gasp which broke from her throat at the sight of the woman in a black garter belt and black mini panties. Considering her size, Nancy thought a girdle would be more appropriate for the woman, yet the sight of her big behind stretching tiny panties, white cheeks showing generously, was very exciting to her, though it bothered her that she could be aroused by the sight of a woman's body and thighs.
"Turn and show her the frontal view, dear," the man told Faith and she turned.
"See those big, beautiful thighs, Nancy?" Roger asked. "One of these days, when you do something wrong, you'll be lying across them with your dress up and panties down, for a spanking on your beautiful bare ass. That's the standard form of punishment here," he added and smiled as he saw her blush. "All the beautiful young women you saw in the outer office have their bare asses spanked when they do wrong."
"Are... the spankings given in private?" she asked.
"Oh yes," Faith told her. "When a woman earns one, I take her into my office to inform her of it. I then take her panties down and take her over my lap for five spanks on each cheek, just to let her know what's coming later. She stays behind after work and then I give her the real spanking, either in my office or up here in the suite."
"But... when you spank a woman in your office, the others must hear it," Nancy said, obviously nervous.
v "That's right, but since they all get spanked," Faith told her, "there's nothing very special about their hearing the preliminary bum smacking."
"Damn it all, Faith, I'm suddenly randy as a billy goat. I know you don't like fucking and I imagine Nancy is too nervous right now, so get one of the girls up here," he told the woman as he began to undress and Faith hurried to the phone.
"Have you ever watched spanking and fucking?" Roger asked Nancy.
"No."
"I think you'll find it very exciting," he told her, then he pushed his pants down and she saw the big bulge of stiff penis in his tight briefs. "I'll be very anxious to fuck you, Nancy, but not until you've settled down to the routine here and gotten over your nervousness."
As he pushed his briefs down, his penis leaped out in stiff erection. It was much bigger than the only other one she had seen and she felt a tremor of arousal sweep over her at the sight of it, knowing that before long, it would be stretching her tight little vagina.
There was a knock on the door, then it opened and a beautiful young woman came into the room. She was not much older than Nancy and her eyes were shining with excitement as she saw her boss, standing naked, hard penis at the ready.
"Bess, we've been telling Nancy about the place and I want to give her a little demonstration. I'll have Faith give you a spanking, then I'll screw you."
Bess seemed quite pleased with the idea, and as she undressed, Roger explained to Nancy that usually, a woman who was to be spanked, raised her dress, had her panties taken down and that was all there was to it. At other times, he explained, the woman stripped naked for her spanking.
"After a spanking," he went on, "it's usual that Faith will go down on her and lap her cunt, or I fuck her. In case you're wondering, when a woman is menstruating, her punishment is postponed until she's ready for it. You see, we're very considerate here."
They watched as the young beauty removed her dress and bra, to reveal beautiful breasts, then Faith was crouching as she took the little panties down and Bess stepped out of them, naked, except for garter belt and nylons.
While Bess waited, Faith removed her own dress and Nancy trembled with excitement. The bigness of the woman's body, gave it an extra facet of exciting beauty. Between the black bra and panties, her flesh was firm, as were her big thighs.
Faith sat on an armless chair and the young woman went to her without having to be told, ran a hand slowly through her crotch, then lay across the waiting thighs of the woman, her plump behind wriggling as she presented it for the spanking.
"She doesn't seem afraid," Nancy observed to Roger in a quiet tone.
"Most of the woman here quickly learn to enjoy their spankings," he told her. "I'm sure you will too, even if you don't think so right now."
As they watched, Faith fondled the upturned cheeks, then began spanking. There was nothing playful about the spanks she gave Bess, Nancy saw, as they rang loudly through the room. As the buttocks took on color, Bess began sobbing, then she was crying and kicking her legs as Faith went on spanking until both cheeks glowed red and very hot looking and Bess was crying loudly as she squirmed over the lush thighs of the woman.
When the spanking stopped, Faith again fondled the cheeks of the crying woman, then Roger did the same and Nancy saw his big organ twitching. When he told Nancy to find out what a well spanked behind felt like, she did so, using both hands, and she felt arousal flaring hotly, telling her that hidden inside her, was the power to become highly aroused by female bodies. It was quite a surprise to her, yet she didn't try to deny it, knowing it was there and wondering how much it was going to change her life.
"May I eat her cunt before you fuck her?" Faith asked her boss as Bess got off her lap and rubbed her buttocks with both hands.
"Sure, lubricate her slit for my prick, but make it a fast one."
The two women hurried to the couch, Bess opened her legs wide, then Faith had her face in the warm crotch and Nancy heard her sucking wetly. Recalling how it had felt when her boyfriend had done the same to her, Nancy's knees became weak and she was trembling.
"It won't take you long to adjust to working here, my dear," the naked man told Nancy as he stood behind her and fondled her breasts through dress and bra. "I'm anxious to see and suck these big tits, dear," he whispered as they watched the erotic scene on the couch. "I'm also anxious to suck and fuck your little cunt. Don't make me wait too long."
"I... I won't," she told him and sensed that if he were to tell her to do so, she would strip naked and give herself to him then and there.
They heard Bess climaxing then and Nancy felt a flash of jealousy as the naked man went to the couch and left her standing alone, telling the panting woman he wanted it dog style.
Faith got to her feet, licking her lips and smiling hotly, then the other woman was on her hands and knees on the couch, her red behind beautifully presented, her knees wide apart so that Nancy could see her well sucked organ.
Kneeling up behind Bess, Roger fondled her rosy red bottom, squeezed the cheeks, then guided his penis to her vulva, rubbed the head over the wet lips, then slowly pushed it into her, sighing as he gripped her hips.
Crouching excitedly beside the couch, Nancy saw how the woman's organ stretched into a big circle to accommodate the big penis, then he was feeding it to her, both of them grunting.
Hearing the sound of panting beside her, Nancy turned to see that Faith had pushed her panties down and was fingering herself. She wanted to do the same thing, but there was still a little shyness left and she couldn't quite bring herself to do it.
Faith must have been close to orgasm when she started, since she had been fingering herself for little more than a minute when she began panting and grunting and Nancy saw her big hips jerking strongly as she climaxed. Her panties still pushed down her thighs, she pulled Nancy to her feet and, standing behind her, pushed her panties down and hurried a hand to her crotch.
"Open your legs a little wider, dear," Faith told her. "Since you're too shy to do it, I'll do it for you."
The big hand rubbed in Nancy's crotch, a finger slipped between the tender lips, then the woman was fingering her clitoris while her belly and thighs pressed against Nancy, adding to her fierce arousal.
While the woman fingered her and they both panted, they watched Roger pull the naked woman tightly against him, then his grunting and the jerking of his body told them that he was shooting his semen into his partner.
Seconds later, Nancy climaxed, her smooth behind rubbing back against Faith. In that moment, she knew with certainty that she wanted to work in the strange organization and wanted very much to be a part of the wild sexuality which was so obviously a vital part of the place.
Pulling his spent weapon out of his partner, the man hurried to Nancy and pulled her out of Faith's embrace. Despite the fact that he had drained his arousal into the body of the young woman on the couch, he was still ardent as he fondled Nancy's perfectly rounded nether cheeks, then probed her crotch with a gentle, exciting hand.
"Would you like me to suck your cunt right now?" he whispered.
"Yes," she heard herself replying, a little more loudly than she had intended, then she was going to the couch with him as Bess got off it to make room for them.
Roger took Nancy's dress off, stared hotly at her lush figure, then removed her bra and all eyes focused on her beautiful breasts. Rather than being shy about it, Nancy felt a glow of pride. Her breasts were big and firm and beautiful and she felt very proud of them.
The man rubbed and squeezed them, then gave each of them a quick suck before he crouched and pulled her panties all the way down and stared up into her crotch as she stepped out of them.
After that, he had her lie across the couch with her legs up and open as he knelt on the floor beside it, licking his lips as he stared hotly at the warm, pink organ which he would soon be sucking. Not wanting to be left out of the game, Faith went to Nancy and her mouth closed around one breast while her hands fondled both.
At the same moment, the man pressed his open mouth onto Nancy's vulva, then he was kissing and sucking as she writhed. Nothing in the world, Nancy told herself, could be as thrilling as having a man sucking in her crotch while a woman sucked and fondled her breasts.
The erotic assault of the two, brought Nancy to orgasm quickly and very strongly and left her sighing warmly. But her respite from sex proved to be a very brief one since, as soon as Roger took his face out of her crotch, Faith hurried there and replaced his with hers, sucking and licking and making Nancy groan with rearousal.
"Are you on the pill or anything like that?" the man asked Nancy and she saw his penis rising again in obvious strength.
"No, nothing," she told him, a note of sadness in her tone.
He hurried to his desk and took a condom from an open drawer, then, while Faith went on sucking and lapping, she watched him putting it on and groaned as she knew what was going to happen, knew he was going to ride her while a couple of women watched her getting it. The thought of it caused the new Nancy to tremble with excitement, then wild orgasm swept over her and she cried out loudly as Faith stole another couple of licks before Nancy could manage to force the greedy mouth out of her crotch.
The orgasm hadn't quite passed when Nancy saw that Roger was approaching her, his big, latex sheathed cock obviously more than ready. It amazed her that he could be erect again, so quickly after the other sexual bout, but it delighted her too and she hurriedly changed her position on the couch, then he was mounting her.
His penis felt terribly big as it parted the lips of her organ, then it was stretching her as he panted while he slowly fed her the full length of it. Close to the couch, the other women smiled down at Nancy as she groaned with passion the like of which she'd never known.
Roger stroked slowly, excitingly in her tight vagina and he lasted a long time, so long that Nancy cried out in orgasm again, unable to believe that she could climax so many times, then it was his turn and she felt him jerking in her crotch. She wished then that he hadn't worn a condom so that she could feel his semen shooting, but she wasn't about to complain, not about anything.
"Well, Nancy," Faith said with a smile, after the man dismounted her, "what do you think of the working conditions around this place? Do you want the job?"
"Oh yes," Nancy replied with feeling. "I won't even want to go home after work. I'm a whole new person and suddenly a very sexy one."
"I've noticed that," Roger told her with a grin and stood as Bess removed the loaded condom for him. "You're going to fit in beautifully here and my cock is going to fit into your tight little cunt very often. The next time I fuck you, you'll have a rosy red ass and your pussy will have been well sucked. Any objections?"
"None Roger, not an objection in the world."
The interview finished, they all dressed, then Faith took Nancy down to the main office and showed her where she would work and what her job was. She also told her to go to a doctor and be fitted with an I.U.D. so that she could enjoy sexual intercourse without worry about pregnancy or side effects of the pill.
Her job was a relatively simple one and Nancy was quick to learn it. On the morning of her first full day on the job, she heard Faith call a young woman into her office. Something about the woman's expression told Nancy that it wasn't just for a chat. That was confirmed just a few minutes later when she heard the sound of open hand spanking bare buttocks.
As she looked around, Nancy saw other women smiling at her. She counted ten spanks and then it was finished and she had visions of a beautiful woman pulling her panties up to cover beautiful pink buttocks. As she did, she wondered when her turn would come. The door of Faith's office opened then and the woman walked out, smiling brightly, her hands rubbing the seat of her dress as she walked.
Nancy admired the woman's poise and hoped she would be able to do as well the first time she was called into the office for a spanking. She was called into Faith's office that afternoon and her knees were weak as she made the trip, wondering if it meant she was going to get her first spanking and, if so, why. She was confident she had done nothing wrong.
"I want you to stay behind after work today, dear," Faith told her.
"Yes Faith. Have I done something wrong?"
"No dear. I want you to watch a real punishment spanking. Your turn will come in a day or two."
"How can you be so sure I'll do anything wrong?" Nancy asked.
"I'm an expert at finding fault, Nancy. You see, I love spanking beautiful female asses and I can always find a reason. Will this be your very first spanking ever?"
"Yes, my parents didn't believe in spanking."
"Are you afraid?"
"I don't really know. I guess I am, but I'm curious too. It will sting and make me cry, won't it?"
"Yes dear, a spanking always stings. The lucky ones learn quickly to enjoy that sting though, learn what happy tears are all about. I think you'll learn very quickly. Once you do, your life can be a continuing, beautiful orgy."
"I'll try to learn, Faith. I really want to."
"There's another joy I'll want you to learn as quickly as possible, dear. You know what a delight it is to have your cunt lapped, well lapping a cunt can be just as beautiful. Are you prepared to give it a try?"
"Yes. Do you want me to do it to you now?"
"No dear, this is working time. Perhaps after you've watched the spanking. I'm going to give her a good one. She'll do plenty of crying and kicking and unless I'm mistaken, you'll be horny as you look and listen. You should be just right then."
"Oh Faith, I'm so horny now. I don't know how I'm going to be able to work when I go back to my desk."
"Don't worry, dear, you'll work or your pretty ass will pay for it. Try to keep your mind on your work, not your horny little cunt."
Nancy did her best to work, found it difficult as time dragged endlessly, and then it was five o'clock, closing time.
While the other women hurried away from the office, Nancy remained behind with the culprit who waited for her bottom warming.
"You too?" the woman asked Nancy with a smile as she came to sit on the end of her desk. She was a tall, sophisticated beauty and Nancy found it difficult to believe that soon, her panties would be taken down and she would be spanked like a little girl and would probably cry like one.
"Not really. To tell the truth, I'm supposed to watch you getting it. I hope you don't mind."
"No, not at all, dear. It's routine for a new girl to watch a spanking. I find it rather kicky to have an untrained girl watching me get my ass spanked. Do you dig spanking?"
"I'm not sure yet. I've never been spanked. I guess I'll soon find out."
"The trick is to relax and tell yourself you're going to like it. It stings, but it's the yummiest kind of sting you can imagine. The more it stings, the more you rub across her thighs so that you make yourself hornier." Their conversation was interrupted then as Faith opened the door of her office and called them in. As she watched them approaching, they read pure lust in her face and both knew it would be a wild session, a session of pleasure pain for one, and pure pleasure for the other.
In the office, Faith sat at her desk and glanced at a note while woman and girl stood waiting.
"You've really earned punishment," she said as she looked up into the face of the woman. "You came very close to earning a strapping or a dancing session with the cane. I could sentence you to either, but I choose to be lenient, so it will be a severe spanking, a cunt lapping and a reaming of my arsehole. Do you accept?"
"Yes Faith, though you know how I hate reaming."
"You may have the cane instead, if you wish."
"No thanks, I'll ream you."
"Then let's get on with it," Faith said as she took her dress off, then decided to go all the way and removed her bra and panties as well. "I don't usually strip to administer a spanking," Faith told Nancy, "but I thought you'd like to see my big tits bouncing while I warm her arse."
Faith sat on the armless chair and, on command, the victim removed her dress. Nancy thought she was stunningly beautiful in bra and panties, then her bra was off and she looked even more exciting. Her breasts were not really big, but they were firm and excitingly pointed. As she stared, Nancy thought of how she would like to get one into her mouth and suck it.
Still wearing her panties, the woman went to stand between Faith's parted knees, then Faith was scolding her while she fondled her behind. After that, she slowly took the little panties down until they stretched across thighs which looked beautifully firm.
Nancy felt heat flaring in her crotch as she gazed at the beautiful white buttocks of the woman, and the heat did not diminish as she watched her walk with hobbled steps to Faith's right, then she was lying across the big thighs, her bared bottom beautifully presented to be spanked.
Unhurriedly, Faith patted and squeezed the white cheeks as she told her victim what to expect, then she began spanking. As she had promised, she spanked hard, the sound of each slap ringing through the room. Nancy alternated between watching the twin rounds which began turning from white to pink, and the big bobbing breasts of the woman who was so obviously enjoying the task she had undertaken.
The victim began wriggling and sobbing, early in the spanking, then she was crying loudly as the big hand kept rising and falling, producing a thrilling sound each time it slapped the fleshy target, her legs kicking excitingly. As thrilling to watch, was the sight of Faith's passion contorted expression and the action of her big breasts as her breathing became labored.
When the victim's behind had been colored totally red, Nancy thought the spanking would end, but she was wrong, she saw, as Faith's hand continued to rise and fall while the woman cried and kicked more lustily.
"Just one more on each cheek," Faith announced, "but they're going to be real stingers. Here we go," she added, then her hand came down with an explosive sound on one cheek and held it while her victim gave a shrill cry, almost a shriek. "And one for the other cheek," Faith said, then delivered it and squeezed the blazing orb, then she was pushing the woman off her lap.
Sitting on the edge of her chair, Faith leaned back, her knees wide apart.
"Hurry now, while you're still crying, get your mouth on my cunt and start lapping," she commanded and the woman obeyed at once, crying and sucking at the same time. With a groan of passion, Faith caught her big breasts and began rubbing and squeezing to add to the pleasure of being lapped. The hand that had done the spanking felt excitingly warm on her right breast.
As she watched, Nancy saw the big body jerk, then it went tense, held that way for a few seconds, then she was grunting and jerking in orgasm.
When the woman took her face out of Faith's crotch, Nancy saw that she had stopped crying, but her behind still blazed fiery red and her face was excitingly stained with the marks of the many tears she had shed.
"All right, dear," Faith said as she stood and rubbed a hand in the wet warmth of her crotch, "just one more little detail to be looked after. Curl your tongue up my arsehole and ream me. I'll settle for five minutes of it."
"Please, Faith, that was a severe spanking you gave me, couldn't we skip the reaming?"
"Of course, dear," Faith replied, surprising Nancy with the warmth of her tone and her seeming willingness to go along with her victim. "Just bend over and grip the arms of that chair while I get my cane. I think a dose of ten across your tingling arse should be just about right."
"No, God no. I'll do it. I'll ream you, Faith. The way my ass is burning now, the cane would kill me."
"Very well then, I'll bend over and grip the arms of the chair. Nancy will time it and tell us when you have had your tongue up my hole for five minutes."
Nancy moved closer and stared intently as Faith bent and gripped the arms of the chair. Her lovely white rear was beautifully arched so that between the cheeks, a pink ring showed clearly, a little puckered and very beautiful.
"There's my arsehole," Faith told the woman. "After five minutes of reaming it, your punishment will be over."
The woman gave a little sob, then dropped to her knees, fondled Faith's buttocks, then, seeming to know the routine well, she began licking between them. Her tongue obviously delighted Faith who sighed and wore a look of ecstasy.
"Don't start timing her until her tongue is up my hole," Faith told Nancy, who looked at her watch, then saw that the woman had stopped licking and was curling her tongue into a long roll.
She watched it move to the pink ring, heard a low, muffled groan, then the woman was working her tongue into the little hole and the next groan Nancy heard, came from Faith and it caused her to tremble as she wondered how it would feel to have a curled tongue push into her anus and lick inside her rectum. If she were called on to perform the same act, she told herself, she would do it without protest, trembling at the thought of having her face buried between the lush cheeks of Faith's big behind.
Because she couldn't actually see the tongue reaming, Nancy switched her attention to the well spanked buttocks of the kneeling woman, then crouched beside her and played with them, delighting in their color and the heat of firm, silken cheeks, knowing that before long, her own buttocks would look and feel like that. She sensed that when that happened, she would cry as the woman had, but that didn't lessen her desire to savor the thrill of being spanked on the bare bottom. If other women could enjoy it, she told herself, then so could she.
"Nancy dear," Faith said then, "come lend me a finger so I can have a come with a tongue licking in my arsehole. Christ I love being reamed, feeling an exciting tongue in my hole and warm breath in my crack. She doesn't enjoy doing it, but she reams beautifully." Hurrying to the woman, Nancy crouched beside her, put a finger in her mouth to wet it, then slipped it into the woman's hot vagina. It was juicy there and she probed eagerly for a while before bringing the finger to the woman's passion bud.
Her clitoris was already hard with passion, but as the finger stroked, she felt it hardening more and saw the big breasts swaying. Nancy forgot all about timing the reaming as she fingered the woman while her other hand rubbed a thigh and hip, then she heard low, rumbling growling which seemed to come from deep within Faith's belly and she knew that climax was getting close. Seconds later, Faith confirmed her guess as she shrieked, then her body was jerking in orgasm, her big breasts swaying madly, her behind jerking so violently that the woman's tongue came out of her back door.
"It's all right," Nancy told the woman as she would have tried to get her tongue into the tight hole again, "your time is up."
"Thanks, Nancy. I think you kept me there more than five minutes."
Grinning, Nancy looked at her watch and admitted that it had been a little more than seven minutes. With Faith's permission, the woman began dressing and winced as she put her panties on and snugged them around her hot buttocks.
"Your pretty ass still nice and hot?" Faith asked.
"It sure is, Faith. You're the best in the business when it comes to slapping fire into an ass."
"Thank you, dear. That tingle should keep dancing for a long time. When it stops, you can take your hair brush or a leather soled slipper and renew it."
"Thanks, but I think I've had enough for today," the woman told her with a rueful grin as she tucked her breasts into the cups of her bra. A few minutes later, the spanked woman left and Nancy was alone in the office with the naked woman and she impulsively threw herself into her arms and they kissed passionately, her hands moving over the plump, smooth buttocks.
"Faith," she whispered, after their sexy kiss, "give me your cunt to suck, please. I want that so much. I'll give you a good sucking and licking, I promise."
"I could never turn down a request like that, Nancy. Strip naked and then we'll go down on each other."
"One more thing, Faith. Would you give me a little spanking first. I'm dying to find out what it's like to be spanked."
"My but you are greedy, you horny little angel. It would spoil my plans though to give you a real spanking. I'll tell you what I'll do, I'll take your panties down, take you across my thighs and give you just a sample. I think five stingers on each cheek should do. Raise your dress dear."
Eagerly, Nancy did so, then they went to the chair. Faith sat, then Nancy was standing between her legs, her heart pounding with excitement as the woman's hand fondled and squeezed.
"What did you mean about spoiling your plans, Faith?" she asked.
"Tomorrow evening, you and I are going to visit the penthouse. Then you'll get your first real spanking, with Roger watching. We'll put on a little show for him by sucking each other's tits and cunts, then he'll get his stiff prick up your tight, tender little cunt. Do you think you'll enjoy all that?"
"Oh yes, Faith, yes. I want to do everything you can think of. Teach me to be really sexy. Make me be good at everything."
"All right, dear," Faith said and lowered her panties, "lie across my thighs now and I'll give your beautiful bum a little sample. Your real spanking is coming tomorrow night." Nancy hurried into position, then she sighed as she felt the strong, smooth thighs under her and the exciting hand rubbing over the perfect rounds of her bottom.
"Ready dear," Faith told her and squeezed a firm cheek, "here comes one on each pretty ass cheek. SLAP... SLAP... The hand came down stingingly on the left cheek, then on the right.
"Did that sting, dear?" Faith asked as she rubbed the twin rounds.
"Oh yes, but it was nice too. Please give me some more."
"Yes, darling, I'm going to give you four more on each cheek, then you'll strip naked and we'll have lessons in cunt lapping. Ready now, I'm going to slap a warm tingle into your ass."
Faith squeezed a silken round, then raised her hand and resumed spanking. She spaced the slaps slowly, each one stinging before the next was applied, each slap loud in the quiet room, then Nancy had taken the promised five on each cheek. She wasn't quite crying when the spanking ended, but her eyes were wet and there was a delicious tingle in her behind. Faith played with the warm rounds for a little while, then told the girl to get up and strip naked.
"Leave your garter belt and nylons on, dear," she added. "I love the way nylons caress those luscious young thighs of yours. Mmmm," she added as the girl removed her bra, "I love those luscious tits as well. I'll give them a good sucking before I eat your cunt. You like having your beautiful boobs sucked, darling?"
"Oh God yes, Faith, but please let me suck yours too. They're so big and beautiful. I was watching them swaying while you were coming and I almost had a come too. Mostly though, I'm dying to get my face in your crotch. I really want to suck and lick your cunt."
"For a girl who is relatively inexperienced, dear, you're truly amazing. Many girls are very difficult to seduce."
"Am I too easy, Faith?" Nancy asked as she stepped out of her panties, then rubbed buttocks which felt warm and a little tingly.
"No, darling, you're perfect, very exciting. I like to see a girl who is honestly sexy. You won't require very much training at all. You're going to be a star. Come into my arms, darling and we'll have a nice kiss."
Their naked bodies met warmly, then they shared a long, passionate kiss while each fondled the buttocks of the other and their bellies and breasts rubbed excitingly.
"Lie across the couch now, dear," Faith told the girl. "I'm going to suck and fondle your breasts and then I'll eat your cunt. After you've climaxed, your hands and mouth will go to work on me and give me a yummy come." Eagerly, Nancy got onto the couch, then she was sighing as the woman fondled her breasts, then sucked them for a long time, then kissed her way down the bare tummy of the girl, tickled her navel with the tip of her tongue, then she was nuzzling in the foliage of Nancy's mons veneris, her breath excitingly warm.
Nancy's sigh was almost a cry as she opened her crotch wide and then it was being filled by the face of her teacher. For a few seconds, the woman just breathed warmly into Nancy's tender organ, then her mouth was on it and she was sucking, producing wet, exciting sounds until her tongue went into action. After that, Nancy climaxed quickly and as she did, Faith rolled her onto her tummy and gave her three stinging spanks on each buttock, adding to the joy Nancy experienced.
"Oh Faith, that was wild. The sucking and licking was heaven, but spanking me while I was coming was wild, the most."
"I thought you'd like it, dear. I know a man who loves to suck a cunt while another woman straps his arse with a doubled belt. When the woman has her come, he jerks himself off while he's still getting strapped. I'll take you to see him sometime. He can eat your cunt while I strap his arse. I love strapping a man and making him cry."
They reversed positions on the couch then, and it was Nancy's turn to work on the woman with hands, mouth and tongue. When Faith bent her knees up and Nancy stared into her crotch, the girl was so excited she thought she'd cry, then she was sending her face into the thrilling warmth there, her breathing labored and her breath excitingly warm on the woman's organ.
"Suck, baby, suck... suck," Faith panted and rubbed Nancy's head, then the young mouth was on her vulva and she was sucking as though she had done it a thousand times before.
"Yes, baby, yes... oh how you suck cunt," Faith panted. "Go, baby, go... you suck like an angel... I may keep your face in my crotch all night."
But the panted promise wasn't kept, as, minutes later, Faith climaxed and her strong thighs pushed the pretty face out of her crotch when Nancy wouldn't stop trying to suck some more.
"Baby, you didn't need any teaching at all," Faith told the girl a little later, then promised that after a brief rest, she would show her something different in that department.
They kissed and fondled for a little while, then, when they were both panting with desire, Faith guided them into an end to end embrace and showed her how it permitted them to lap each other at the same time and how beautifully exciting it was to lap while being lapped.
After they had both climaxed, Nancy declared she liked it so much that she wanted to do it again. Smiling, Faith raised her left leg to permit Nancy's face into her crotch again, then they resumed mutual sucking and lapping until both achieved strong orgasms.
After work the following day, Roger took Faith and Nancy to dinner in an exclusive restaurant, then, after lingering over coffee and liqueurs, they returned to the penthouse for an evening of fun, fun which would include Nancy's first real spanking.
They went into Roger's spacious bedroom where a big circular bed was the focus of attention. There were no covers on it, only a shimmering black rayon sheet, on which, Nancy thought, their naked bodies would look so thrilling.
Telling Nancy and Faith to get on the bed and play, Roger watched them as he undressed and showed the size and stiffness of his penis. In their play, both woman and girl showed him bare thighs and nylon panties as the hems of their dresses rode high.
"Who gets to give Nancy her first spanking, dear?" Faith asked the man.
"I think I'll leave that to you, Faith. I love watching the way you spank a pretty bum and I'll really enjoy watching Nancy getting her first one. I hope you'll provide lots of crying, Nancy."
"I'm sure I'll do that," she told him. "After I watched her spanking a woman yesterday, I know what I can expect."
"I won't spank you quite as hard as I did her, dear. Still, I can assure you your ass will sting and it will get rosy red and tingle for a long time after the spanking is over. Roger will hear all the crying he wants."
"I think, Faith," the man said, wearing a pensive expression, "I'll have you give our little angel two spankings instead of one. For the first one, you'll both be fully dressed. Have her hold her dress up while you take her panties down, then raise the hem of your dress and take her across your thighs and spank her."
Sitting on a chair, he called Nancy to him, and she obediently raised the hem of her dress until he could see bare skin above the tops of her panties. His penis throbbing with desire, he fondled the seat and crotch of her panties and kept her squirming.
"I'm going to love watching you being spanked," he told her. "After your two spankings, I'll be out of my mind with lust. I'll eat your tender cunt and watch you and Faith eating each other, then this big, stiff cock will stretch your tiny little cunt and it will give you the fuck of your young life. When you feel this pole in your little twat, you'll know what fucking is all about. Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes... oh Jesus yes... I want everything... suck fuck... spank... everything there is. I'll suck your big cock if you'll teach me how. Jesus, I'm horny. I've never been so horny."
Turning her around, he held her by the hips as he finished lowering her panties, then he kissed the silken rounds and gave her crack a few licks. After that, he pulled her panties back up and told her to go to Faith for her first spanking.
Faith took the chair the man had occupied, then she sat, her dress pulled up around her hips as the girl stood before her.
"I caught you fingering your cunt this morning, you horny little bitch," Faith scolded, "and now I'm going to punish you. I'm going to take your panties down and spank you on the bare ass until it's as red as roses and as hot as fire."
"Oh please, Mummy, don't spank me on my little bare bum. It will hurt too much. I won't finger my cunt anymore."
They continued to play their game, exciting the man and each other, then Faith took the little panties down, well below the beautifully rounded bottom, Nancy pleaded some more, then she was lying across the firm, smooth thighs, of the woman, her posterior nicely turned up for a spanking.
While Roger watched, his stiff member throbbing, Faith resumed scolding the girl as she played with a lush pair of buttocks, then she went on scolding and began spanking as well. She spanked briskly and the girl was soon crying loudly and kicking her lovely, nylon sheathed legs.
Faith spanked until the twin surfaces were a warm shade of pink, then she allowed Nancy to get up and rub at the tingling orbs, still crying, her wet eyes shining with excitement.
"Go let Roger feel your pretty bum, dear," Faith told the softly crying girl who hurried to him, holding the hem of her dress high, her panties stretched across her thighs, just above the tops of her nylons. The man reached for her lovely nether cheeks with both hands as she stood sobbing and sniffling and Faith wondered whether Nancy would submit to a second spanking.
"Oh Faith," she said and sniffed again, "that was so sexy. My bum is really tingling. It feels so good, so sexy. When are you going to give me my second dose of spanking?"
"In just a few minutes, dear," Roger replied as he went on fondling her warm nether cheeks, resisting the temptation to skip the spanking and ram his penis into her tender young vagina. "Faith, strip to your garter belt and nylons now, so you'll be ready to undress this angel to beat her again and make her cry for our entertainment."
While they both watched, Faith stripped and it was obvious to both that she was wild with passion.
"I can see how horny you are, Faith," Roger said. "Show us how you finger your cunt and have a nice come."
Standing before them, her feet braced wide apart, the woman rubbed her vulva, sighed, then slipped a long finger into her slit. Panting, she fingered herself in mounting arousal, then her body was jerking, her behind doing an erotic dance as she climaxed. "There, that should have put you in just the right mood to spank our little angel, Faith. Strip her naked and then take her on your lap and give her a beating on her lovely young arse. Let me really hear the smacking and crying."
Resuming the role of stern, angry mother, Faith took the girl away from Roger, pulled her panties up, then she was scolding her as she opened the girl's dress and took it off. Continuing to scold her, she removed her bra and squeezed the firm young breasts, then Faith was sitting on the spanking chair and dragging the protesting girl's panties down and commanding that Nancy step out of them.
Nancy impressed Roger as a talented actress by her performance of sobbing and pleading as she stepped out of her fallen panties and rubbed her buttocks as though to protect them from the threatened spanking. She was still sobbing as she lay across the big thighs of the woman, her lovely young bottom perfectly presented in the frame of black garter belt and suspenders.
Her pleading was interrupted, but her sobbing became real as Faith scolded and spanked her, her big open hand smacking loudly and stingingly from cheek to lush cheek. Nancy began crying quickly, kicked her beautiful legs and drove the man wild as he held his stiff penis and groaned with desire.
Getting to his feet, he moved closer to the scene of the spanking, not knowing why, then he knew as he felt the churning which told him he wasn't going to be able to apply the brakes.
"Hold it, Faith," he panted, her hand stopped in mid spank, then he was grunting and groaning as his semen shot and he aimed it over the two red cheeks of the softly crying girl. He had a big load and when it was finally spent and he wiped the final drops on her right hip, her buttocks were well sprinkled with the rich fluid, some of which had found its way into the valley between her cheeks.
"What a generous man Roger is, darling," Faith told the girl. "He could see how hot your buttocks were, so he gave you some soothing lotion to take the sting away. I'll spread it around for you, all over your pretty red ass."
While the girl's crying softened and stopped, Faith lovingly smeared the semen all over the red, hotly tingling rounds, a finger working in the deep crack to spread his fluid there as well.
When the semen had been spread thoroughly on and between Nancy's buttocks, Faith gave her another stinging spank on each cheek, then allowed her to get up.
As she did so, the wet faced girl rubbed her tingling orbs madly, thrilling to the tingling and the stickiness of the man's semen. Only then did she realize that what he had fired over her bottom had been intended for her vagina and she felt frustrated that it had been wasted.
"Don't worry about that, dear," he replied when she told him what she was thinking. "You and Faith are going to entertain me with a real lesbian ball. You're going to do it all, including sucking cunts. It won't take much of that to get my cock nice and hard again. When it does, you'll get your fuck. I think I'm good for another two or three hards tonight and since Faith doesn't like fucking or sucking cocks, you'll get it all. Want to try giving me a blow job after I've fucked you?"
"Like I said," Nancy told him. "I want to try it all."
The women went to the bed and began writhing together, the man felt faint stirrings in his loins, and all three settled down for a thrilling evening of sex. Of the three, Nancy felt she was the happiest and had the red, tingling cheeks as evidence. She knew too that she was hooked on spanking and always would be.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
FRANK: "I had done everything that could be done with that plump young beauty and she had loved it all and wanted more. And then there was one more thrill we could share and I was ready for it as I lay on my back and stared up at the sight of her tightly drawn panties as she squatted over me.
In preparation, she hadn't pissed for hours and was dying to do so. Jesus, what a thrill it was going to be when she let go and washed my face with hot, nylon filtered piss."
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The last thing in Frank's mind when he went to the cottage for a month or so, was marriage. He'd tried it twice and at forty-eight, he was content to live the free life of a bachelor. A month of fishing, reading and a few poker games sounded like an ideal respite from city life. A columnist, he had gotten well ahead in his work so that there would be no deadline problems for a while, and with the relaxed life at the lake, he knew he could keep it that way and not have to worry about deadlines.
Let the reporters worry about hot news and deadlines, was his philosophy, the columnist was free to relax and work on his own time and at his own speed.
He needed someone to do the housework, but that was no problem. Since he was a bit ahead of the regular rush to the lake, he would have his pick of the daughters of the poor families who lived in the nearby town and were anxious for summer employment.
When he reached his cottage, he saw the best and most popular of the local handymen, repairing a dock on the adjoining property, so he told him what he wanted.
"Sure thing, Frank," the man said as he put his hammer down and took a pipe out of his pocket. "Matter of fact, I got a daughter that would be just right. Name's Ruth, seventeen. Good worker. Cooks pretty good. Learns fast. Won't give you no trouble or back talk. She does, you just tell me and I'll take a switch to her fat ass."
"Are you serious?" Frank asked. "She's seventeen and you beat her?"
"Damn fuckin' right I do. With my wife dead, I got to keep my girls in line so's they don't go gettin' knocked up. Ruth ain't too much trouble. She reads a lot and it seems the local boys ain't good enough for her."
The man went immediately to get his daughter and as he waited for her, Frank began to consider the possibility of a fringe benefit, a seventeen year-old girl who didn't like country boys and enjoyed reading. If she proved to be attractive enough, she could be impressed by a city man, a columnist, and he wouldn't have to risk trouble by scoring with the wives of his friends as he had done in the past.
Frank felt a surge of excitement when he saw Ruth. Others would have considered her too fat to be attractive, but Frank liked his women plump and she measured up in that category.
"I wanted to change," the girl told him shyly as he introduced himself to her, "but paw said it was more important that I get here fast."
"You look just fine, Ruth," Frank told her, as he tried not to be too obvious about admiring the way her breasts threatened to break through the white blouse and the way her big buttocks stretched her blue denims.
"I like to see women looking feminine, in dresses and nylons and all that, but for today, you'll do just fine."
While her father returned to the dock, Frank had the girl walk ahead of him to the cottage, delighting in the sight of her big behind as she walked, hungering to tear her clothes off and get at her big, firm body, sensing that the bulges she made in her clothes were not caused by flabby fat.
As she helped him unpack and stow his clothes away, he told her to call him Frank, and chatted with her about the dullness of country life as opposed to life in the city, noting how it excited her.
"Isn't your wife coming this time?" Ruth asked as she bent to put clothes in a drawer and he feasted his eyes on her big behind and thighs.
"I don't have a wife anymore, Ruth. We divorced a few months ago. I'm a free as the birds bachelor."
"Doesn't it get kind of lonely at times?" she asked him.
"Yes, Ruth," he lied with a frown. "You know how it is. A man is a man after all, and there are nights when the bed seems too wide and not as warm as it should be."
She was standing facing him as they talked, and he let her see his eyes moving over the outline of her big, bulging breasts and down her belly.
"Of course you're young," he went on, "and being a virgin, you probably can't really understand," he added, confident that he was playing it just right, challenging her to prove that she wasn't just an ignorant little girl from the country..
"I... I'm not a virgin," she told him and blushed.
"I'm surprised, Ruth. I thought your father kept a pretty close eye on you."
"Oh, he does, but...." she cut off the words and he let it go at that, not wanting to rush things.
He drove Ruth into town to get supplies and they talked, the intimacy of the car helping, the luxury of the expensive car impressing her. She told of how her father wouldn't let her have short dresses like other girls wore, or fancy lingerie.
"I'm sure he means well," Frank told the girl, "but it must be tough not being able to wear pretty things like other girls, especially when you're so pretty and have such a beautiful figure."
"Thanks, Frank," she said blushing, "but you're only saying that to make me feel good. I know I'm too fat, but it just isn't worth dieting when I'm just wasted here in the village."
"That isn't so, Ruth. I like my women big and pretty, beautiful in fact, and you are that. I have to admit that when I first saw how you filled your blouse and jeans, I had to be careful not to let your father read what was in my eyes."
They were in town then and he decided to let the conversation drop at that point, giving her time to be excited, and leaving a logical point at which the conversation could be resumed.
"Here, Ruth," he said as he parked the car and took fifty dollars out of his pocket. "Go buy yourself lots of pretty things, sexy garter belt, panties, bras, nylons. Make sure you spend it all. I'll be angry if you bring me any change." She declined, but he pressed the money into her hand and saw her eyes shining with excitement.
"I'm sure you have a very beautiful body, Ruth," he said, lowering his voice to an exciting whisper. "I want you to buy pretty things to cover it. You can keep them at my place so your father won't get suspicious."
Giving her a squeeze on an excitingly firm thigh, he slid out of the car and hurried around it to open the door for her, impressing and further exciting her by his slick, city manners.
While she went to do her shopping, Frank went first to the drug store and purchased a supply of condoms. He didn't like using them, but he also didn't like the idea of making the girl pregnant.
In the general store, he hurried through his shopping, adding whisky and a supply of beer to his supplies, then he went out to the car where he found Ruth waiting for him, her arms loaded with packages, her eyes shining.
"Did you get enough, Ruth?" he asked.
"Oh Frank, I'm so excited. I bought so many things. I felt guilty spending all that money on myself."
"Don't feel guilty, Ruth," he told her with a smile. "Just think of how beautiful you'll look and feel in all your pretty, new things. Will you show them to me when we get to the cottage?"
"Oh yes. I'm so anxious to show them, but I don't dare show them to anyone else for fear he'll find out."
As they drove back to the cottage, they talked in lowered tones, the conversation becoming more and more intimate until she told him that her father, who liked to beat his daughters to keep them in line, had taken her virginity shortly after his wife died, almost a year before.
"Now he's screwing my fifteen year old sister," she added. "She's slimmer than I am and has a real nice figure."
"She couldn't be as beautiful as you are, Ruth," Frank told her. "How come you haven't gotten pregnant?"
"He took me to a doctor in the city and told him I was getting married and didn't want to have children. The doctor fitted me with an IUD, do you know what that is?"
"Yes dear, I do. The intrauterine device is a whole lot safer than condoms or other methods, and it doesn't have side effects, like the pill."
"For a man, you know a lot about these things. My father thought I should take the pill."
"Tell me, dear," he said, his tone intimate, "do you like fucking?"
"Not very much, not the way he does it, but from all I've read about it, I think it can be a beautiful thing."
"It can be, dear. If a man is a good lover, he takes his time, kisses the woman a lot, undresses her a little at a time, fondles and kisses and sucks her breasts and works his way down.
"If he's really good, he has her squirming and sighing while he kisses and licks her belly, bum, thighs, then he gets his face into her crotch and sucks her pussy until she has a beautiful big come. By then, she's really ready for it and hungers to feel his stiff prick stretching her pussy."
"Do you do all those things, Frank?" she asked in a whisper, her voice breaking with passion.
"I do if the woman is beautiful, Ruth, and I think you're very beautiful. You deserve to be made love to in all the best ways. You deserve to be fucked beautifully, to have your tender young cunt sucked and licked, to have your beautiful big bum and your little pink hole kissed, everything, dear," he told her as he slowed the car to a stop beside the cottage and squeezed her thigh, a little higher than he had previously, finding it as firm there as he had expected it would be. As he did, her sigh told him all he wanted to know, assured him that before the day had passed, he would have her squirming naked on his bed, taking her through a long series of sexual acts, culminating in intercourse.
While Ruth hurried into the house, Frank went to the dock to talk to her father. Explaining that there was a lot of work to be done and that it would be late when she finished, it would be better if the girl spent the night at his place.
"You know the place has three bedrooms," he added, "and she'll be as safe with me as she would be with you."
Knowing what he did about the incestuous affair he had been enjoying with his daughter, Frank thought that was a nice touch.
"Sure thing," the man replied, looking a little discomfited. "Considerin' how much you're payin' her, I guess you're entitled."
Returning to the cottage, Frank smiled as he told the plump young beauty that she was going to spend the night with him.
"Are you afraid, Ruth?" he asked, his tone warmly exciting.
"No, Frank, I want to," she told him, then, with a heated sigh, she moved into his arms and gave him her mouth to kiss. Through a long, passionate kiss, Frank felt his way down her back until he found the big mounds which stretched the seat of her jeans. As he pulled her tightly against him and she squirmed, Frank knew she was able to feel the stiffness of his penis.
"I've never felt like this before, Frank," she told him. "I'm so excited I can't stand it."
"So am I, darling, and this is only the beginning. I'm going to make love to you like you've never dreamed about. I'll do all the exciting things I told you about and more."
"All of them?" she asked, panting.
"Yes darling, all of them. Are you thinking of one thing special?"
"Yes," she replied, trembling.
"Is it the one about me burying my face in your warm crotch and sucking your tender cunt until you have a come?"
"Yes... oh yes," she groaned, then threw her arms around him and he felt her big breasts stabbing him with exciting promise.
"When are we going to start?" Ruth asked, eagerly.
"Not until your father goes home, damnit. We can't take any risks and spoil something good before it even gets started. It's late and he'll soon get hungry and go home. For now, suppose I pour a drink and then you can show me all the pretty things you bought. Later," he added, "you can model them for me. I'd like that a lot, darling."
Unable to be away from him for even a minute, she followed him to the kitchen while he poured a whisky and water, she declined the offer of a drink, then they went to the living room and she began showing him her treasures. There was a sexy black satin and lace garter belt, a pale blue one, an assortment of nylon panties and two bra's, one black, one white. As he looked at one of the bras, he read the label, 42-D, and told her that it was going to be his favorite number. There were also a few pairs of nylons, dark, sheer ones. "Thank you... thank you... thank you, Frank," she told him, eagerly. "All this and I still have a little more than two dollars in change for you," she told him proudly.
"Did you forget what I told you, Ruth? Remember I told you to spend it all, that I didn't want any change," he told her with a pretended frown.
"But I spent so much and I really didn't need anything else," she told him.
"That doesn't matter, young lady. Later, I'll take your pretty panties down, you'll lie across my lap and I'll give you a spanking. Not a hard one, just enough to sting your beautiful big bum a little. The truth of the matter is, I'd love to spank such a beautiful arse."
"Then I'll want you to do it. If you like, I can keep on doing naughty things so you'll have to spank me on the bare bum. It won't be anything like the terrible beatings he gives me."
"Tell me about the beatings he gives you, darling," he told her as he had her sit on his lap.
"Well, when Mother was alive, she gave us all our spankings, she wouldn't let him do it. Usually, she'd take us over her lap with our panties down and give it to us on the bare ass with a hair brush. Sometimes, I used to get it with the belt. She'd make me lie naked on the bed with a pillow under my tummy, then she'd double dad's belt and give me a strapping. It hurt plenty and really made me cry and kick my legs.
"As soon as she died, he started beating us. I got most of it because my ass is so big. He told me I have a perfect arse for beating and that I'd get a lot of it. He kept his word too. He'd make me strip bare naked and bend over the foot of the bed, then he'd strap me with his belt and really make me dance. After he had strapped me plenty, he'd rub my bum with both hands, telling me it would help take away the sting. I knew that wasn't the reason. He just liked beating and feeling my ass.
"Then he started using a switch instead of the belt. That stung even more and left lines that stayed on the cheeks of my ass for a week or so. Sometimes he'd give it to me across the backs of my thighs as well and that really stung.
"One day we were alone in the house when he told me to strip naked for a switching. I hadn't done anything wrong, but that didn't matter. He told me I'd understand later. He already had a switch in his hand and he watched me stripping naked, then I had to bend over the bed. That time, it was different. He put the switch down and felt my ass for a while, then he felt my breasts all over and then made me move my feet wider apart. I knew he was looking at my... pussy, but when I tried to close my legs, he slashed me across the thighs until I opened them again."
"The cruel bastard," Frank told her. "Go on with your story, dear."
"Well, he striped my poor ass with the switch and then he made me stay like I was. He got real bold then and began playing with my pussy, he got a finger in it and worked it in and out, then I heard him unzipping his fly. I told him to stop, but he just gave me a hard slap on the ass, then I felt his... his prick between my legs. He pressed hard against my behind, then he stuck it in me. It hurt a lot, but he just went on fucking me until he was finished."
"You poor dear, that must have been terrible. He's been beating and fucking you ever since, has he?"
"Yes. Mostly he just beats me now. He saves the fucking for my sister. I have another sister who's just twelve. I guess he'll break her in pretty soon too."
"Why didn't you run away, Ruth?"
"He thought of that and told me that if I did, he would beat and fuck my littlest sister every day until I came back. I just couldn't do that to her, so I stayed."
"You're a very brave young woman, Ruth. You know of course that even though I said I'd spank you, I'd never beat you that hard. In fact, after what you've told me, I think I'll call off the spanking altogether."
"Oh no, Frank, please don't. You will enjoy spanking my big bum and, to tell you the truth, I'm sort of looking forward to it. Truly I am, Frank. I'd like the idea of lying over your lap, especially if you didn't have your clothes on."
"Fine, dear. You'll get your little spanking and I'll love it. I can't wait to see and feel your plump arse, your thighs, belly, tits, cunt, all of you."
"It sounds like we won't have to wait much longer," she said as they heard the pickup truck rumbling outside, then she hurried to the window and saw her father drive away.
She returned to Frank, he took her in his arms and they shared a passionate kiss while he fondled the firm behind through clinging denim.
"Now I can take those pants off you and have a look at what may be the most beautiful ass in all the world," he told her.
"Please, Frank, I want to do everything you want, but my panties are old and kind of shabby. Please, if you don't mind too much, I'd like to have a shower and dress in my pretty new things before you see me."
"I understand, dear," he told her, his tone warm. "Other times, we'll shower together and have fun, but for this time, we'll do it your way. I could use a shower myself, so I'll use the other bathroom. You get dressed after your shower, but I won't. I'll be naked the next time you see me and my cock will be big and hard with desire for you. He kissed her again, then let her go. As she reached the doorway, he told her to stop.
"Give me one big thrill now, Ruth," he told her. "Stay right where you are and let me see you pushing your pants and panties down to show me your bare arse."
"Okay," she replied with an excited giggle, then ran to the nearest bedroom to drop her new lingerie. Seconds later, she stood in the doorway again, her back to him, then she was slowly pushing pants and panties down, bent a little from the waist, baring her behind for him. She did it with teasing slowness, and the effect of it was such that Frank had to open his fly and let his penis out.
"Christ, Ruth," he panted as she wriggled her big white behind for him, "I've never seen an ass as great. Those cheeks are perfectly round and your crack looks so deep and exciting. Take a look at this, then away you go to shower and package that beautiful body for me to strip later."
Ruth turned and gasped at the sight of his stiff penis as he smiled and waved it at her.
"Oh, Frank, it's much bigger than my father's, but I'm not afraid of it. It looks beautiful. I want it in my pussy."
"You'll have it there, darling, buried to the hilt in your sweet little cunt. It is big and strong, but it will be so gentle when I give it to you. You're going to discover how gentle and beautiful fucking can be. Now take that beautiful arse away from here before I rape you. I'll see you in a very little while. Make your shower fast as I'm going to do. We have very beautiful and important things to do."
As she hurried away, her pants well below her beautiful big bottom, he watched the big cheeks in motion and sensed that she was going to be a beautiful partner in sex, not knowing how exciting she was going to be and big a part she was to play in his life.
Hurrying to the other bathroom, he stripped and showered, then he towelled himself and went back to the living room to wait for her. While he waited, he poured himself another drink, then he heard her coming to meet him and put his glass down.
Although she had bought herself a pretty dress, Ruth hadn't bothered putting it on, anxious to show him how she looked in matching black bra and sheer, nylon panties, black satin garter belt and nylons.
"Ruth, you're even more beautiful than I had imagined you would be," Frank told her, then their mouths were mashing together and one of Frank's hands was rubbing her satiny smooth back while the other was on her big bottom, feeling the clinging nylon of her panties and the exciting silk of her skin, around them.
"You may think it's very early, dear," he told her, "but I say it's time for bed, though not for sleep."
"Oh yes, Frank, I want to be in bed with you. I never wanted sex before, but oh how I want it now, with you. I want you to play with me and make me bare naked and fuck me and everything."
"We're going to do all of that, darling, but I've got a lot of exciting things to do before I fuck you."
"One of them is to take my panties down and give me a spanking on the bare bum, remember?"
"Do you really want that, darling?" Frank asked.
"Oh yes, truly I do. I never really minded when my mother spanked me. After she was finished, I felt a kind of nice tingle in my cheeks. Some times it was so exciting that I'd rub my bum for a while, then put a finger in my pussy and do something naughty. After you spank me, I know I'll be even hornier than I feel right now, and that's very horny."
"Then let's go to the bedroom," he told her with feeling as he gave her a stinging smack on one cheek, the flesh of her buttock excitingly firm.
As Ruth turned to leave, he stopped her, then slowly pulled her panties down until her behind was half bared and he saw her trembling with passion.
"Walk slowly, dear," he told her, "and let's see a lot of bum action in your walk. My God, you're beautiful," he added and squeezed the massive rounds, then he followed, his eyes feasting on her partially bared bottom as Ruth walked slowly, her hips swinging, the sight of her round, white buttocks and deep valley causing his stiff penis to twitch with excitement.
In the bedroom, he took her in his arms again, and as they kissed and his organ throbbed against her belly, his hands pushed inside her lowered panties and he rubbed the pure silk.
"Your beautiful arse feels a little cool, dear," he told her as he fondled them.
"It is, Frank. My poor ass is freezing, but you could change that for me. I could lie across your lap and you could make my big cheeks all nice and warm and tingly for me. I really want you to spank my big arse. Please do it and spank me hard enough to make me cry."
"All right darling, I'll spank you now, since you seem to really want it. I won't be cruel, but my hand will spank hard enough to turn your bum cheeks pink and make you cry. You really want it?"
"Oh yes, darling, I want that even more than I want to be fucked by your beautiful big prick. Please hurry, I'm tingling for it. All the heat you smack into my bum will go right to my cunt and make me so terribly horny."
Before releasing her, Frank surprised the girl when he pulled her panties up again, snugging them tightly in her crotch and rubbing gently there, then he went to sit on an armless chair and she went to him, smiling "You were a bad girl, Ruth," he told her, frowning. "To punish you, I'm going to take your pretty panties down and give you a spanking on your bare arse. It is going to be a hard spanking and it will make you cry and kick your legs. Turn you back to me now and I'll take your panties down."
Trembling, she did so, then he was squeezing the plump buttocks through her panties. He heard a little squeal of passion from her as he caught the waistband and slowly took her panties down, baring her lovely behind. Leaving the black panties stretched across her thighs, he rubbed the white cheeks, then told her to lie over his lap.
There was lust and excitement shining in her eyes as she sighed, then she was lying across his thighs, his hard penis throbbing under her as he positioned her, gave both cheeks a little rubbing, then he was spanking her.
He spanked only lightly at first and was thrilled to find that she had sensitive skin which colored quickly. It was obvious to him that the spanking excited her and then she was sobbing, yet rubbing hotly in arousal. He became more excited by her thrilling response, then his hand spanked harder and she was kicking her legs. When she was crying loudly and her behind glowed a warm pink, Frank thought he should stop, but she was still rubbing excitedly on his thighs and stiff penis and he went on, smacking stingingly from cheek to cheek, the sounds and the sights and the feel of her firm cheeks joggling and bouncing under his hand, driving him out of his mind as was happening to her.
When he forced himself to stop, she got to her feet and rubbed her tingling buttocks, passion shining in her eyes, then he was on his knees, kissing and feeling her hot nether cheeks. Happening to glance in a mirror, he groaned with passion as he saw that she had one hand in her crotch, rubbing there, silently telling him just how much the spanking had aroused her.
Pulling her panties all the way down, he helped her step out of them, then took her to the bed and had her lie face down while he ministered to her tingling rear with his hand, his mouth and his tongue, then he began licking in the warm valley between the red hills. She tried to tell him how excited she felt, but didn't have much success with words so she told him the same thing with sighs and moans of passion, then he was elevating her behind, arching it high, then he pressed his face between the cheeks to suck and lick the little pink ring he found there, adding to her passion and his.
After he had licked in her crack for a while, he wanted more flavor, so he turned her over, she opened her crotch wide for him and he stared at the beautiful little organ. She moved as his hand touched it, more gently than it had ever been touched, then the tips of his fingers gently parted the lips and he gazed into a thrillingly moist looking interior.
"What a sweet little cunt you have, Ruth," he told her. "How juicy and tasty it is going to be. I'm going to suck it now, darling. I'm going to suck and lick your tender little cunt and give you a beautiful come."
Ruth groaned as he licked his lips, then cried out more loudly as his face went into her crotch, he raised her legs, then he was kissing her vulva as she moaned and writhed in passion. But there was much more to come, the man let her know as he began alternately sucking and licking, lapping up her juices which she fed to him with ecstatic delight, her satiny smooth, big thighs rubbing his face.
Raising her beautiful behind higher, he wrapped his arms around her hips, sucked some more, then sent his tongue in search of her sensitized clitoris. She let out a shriek when he found it, then shrieked again as climax struck and flared through her entire being.
"Oh Frank," she sighed later, when she was able to talk, "I never dreamed anything could be so great. I thought I'd die when you were sucking my cunt. It all seems too wonderful, too exciting to be true and yet I know it is."
"I'm glad you liked it, dear. Actually, we are just getting started. I'm going to take your bra off now to play with and suck your beautiful big breasts. Have they ever been sucked?"
"No. He felt them up once in a while. Once, he made me strip bare naked while I washed the floor and he talked about how they looked. He had a switch and every once in a while, he'd beat me across the ass or thighs. When I finished the floor, he made me stay on my knees, then he took his cock out and jerked off all over me."
"A man would be a fool to jerk off on a beauty like you when he could fuck you instead," Frank told her, then he reached around her and unhooked the big bra, panting with eagerness to see the big breasts. As he slipped the last hook, she took a deep breath and as he took the garment off, he groaned as he saw the massive mounds rising.
For a long time, he busied his hands with the big beauties while he raved over their beauty and firmness, the silken texture of her skin and the exciting length of nipples which responded excitingly to tweaking.
After that, he couldn't talk because his mouth was filled with breast while his hands fondled what his mouth couldn't contain. When he began to suck her second breast, he moved a hand down over her tummy, then he had a finger in her slit, working with exciting efficiency there. Before long, it was time for her second orgasm and she cried out in ecstasy as her body jerked madly while he went on sucking the luscious breast.
"I'm going to make love to you now, darling," he panted. "I want to get it in you while there is still a little tingle left from your orgasm."
"Oh yes... yes, but use the other word, dear," she replied as he moved down on her and she felt his big organ probing her crotch. "Tell me that you're going to fuck me. God, how I love to hear that word all of a sudden. I didn't like it when he said it though."
"Here comes my big, hard cock into your little pussy," he told her. "I'm going to bury it in your hot cunt, then I'm going to give you the fuck of your life."
She groaned as he fed it to her gently, stretching her a little at a time until she felt the full length of it inside her.
"It's all in your juicy little cunt now, Ruth," the man panted. "I'm going to fuck the beautiful arse off you. Take it, darling, take your fuck. I'm fucking you now," he panted as he began stroking slowly. "I'm fucking your cunt... fuck... fuck... fuck...." he panted in time to his long strokes while she moaned and her behind came up off the bed to meet his erotic invasion of her perspiring body.
As he had feared, it proved to be a very brief encounter and then his strong body was jerking in her crotch and she held him tightly as she felt his semen shooting strongly into her tummy.
"Please don't get up, don't take your cock out of my cunt," she told him when he would have rolled off her. "You've just shown me how wonderful a fuck can be and I want to keep your cock in my cunt forever. You will want to fuck me again, won't you?"
"I'll never stop wanting to fuck you, you beautiful creature. I'll also want to do a whole lot of other things with you."
"Oh Frank, is all of this really true? You make me feel beautiful. For the first time in my life, I really believe I am beautiful. I'm going to start to lose weight right away. I'll hardly eat at all."
"Like hell," he told her, sharply. "It's because of your big body that I find you so beautiful. If you lose any weight, I'm leaving."
"But I'm so fat."
"But you're so beautiful. I'll give you exercises to do to make your body even firmer and keep it that way, but you're not to diet or try to lose any weight. I want you to promise me that."
"Yes, Frank, I'll do anything you want. Forgive me for saying this, but I love you."
"Forgive? I should spank you for saying such a thing. I'm trying hard not to fall in love with you, I swore I'd never let that happen again, but my chances seem pretty slim."
"Oh Frank, how wonderful. Still, I promise I won't be a drag. When you have to leave, I'll cry a lot, but I won't let you see my tears."
"You sweet, wonderful, darling girl-woman," he told her and held her more tightly. "It's a bit early in the game to be making promises, but I have a strong hunch that when I go back to the city, you'll be with me."
"Frank!" she shrieked. "Please don't say anything like that just to make me feel good, not if you don't mean it all the way."
"I meant exactly what I said, darling. The thought of having your beautiful big body around for the rest of my life sounds great to me right now. I don't think I'll change my mind. One thing you should remember though, is that I'm more than twice your age. I'll be an old man when you're still a young woman."
"Oh Frank, I'd love to be your woman forever. If the time comes when you're too old to fuck, we'll have all our beautiful memories. If you get too weak to spank me, I can let you watch me spanking myself or we can hire somebody to spank me so you can watch."
"How sweet you are, Ruth," he said with a warm smile. "The idea of watching you spank yourself intrigues me. In a little while, I'll give you my hair brush and watch while you give yourself a hard spanking. Your arse will get red, you'll pant and your beautiful big tits will bounce. Jesus, what a sight that will be.
I can promise you my cock will get big and strong again."
They got out of bed and got dressed, then went out to walk the beach in the sunset They talked about how there would be talk around the cottage community, but they agreed it didn't matter.
"Your father may squeal like a stuck pig when he finds out that you're living with me, but there isn't a thing he can do about it."
"Are you sure, Frank?"
"Positive. I'm going to take him aside in the morning and have a chat with him. I'll point out that he broke the law in fucking you and is still breaking it with your young sister. When I threaten to report him to the police, he's going to know that I've got him by the nuts. He won't try to give us any trouble." When they returned to the cottage, Frank poured a drink for himself and a very weak one for Ruth, then they chatted and played, the sort of play which brought the hem of her dress high above her nylons, opened the front of the dress and made the crotch of her panties a little moist.
Getting up, he went to the bedroom and got his hair brush. When he returned with it, he watched her eyes go wide with excitement.
"Are you going to spank me or am I going to do it myself?" she asked.
"You're going to do it, darling, in a little while. Before that though, I want to play with you some more and see how wet I can make your panties. Do you like the feel of wet panties?"
"Oh yes, I just love the way you make them wet for me. Until now, the last time I wet my panties, I was just a little girl and didn't make it home in time. I thought I'd die when I felt that pee going down my legs and into my shoes."
"That did it, Ruth," Frank told her with obvious excitement. "I'm going to keep you forever."
"What do you mean, Frank? I like what you say, but I don't understand."
"What I mean is that when you told me about how you peed your panties, I got an exciting idea. When you pee your panties next time, I'm going to be with you. You won't have anything on but your panties."
"You mean you want me to pee myself on purpose?"
"More or less. I'll make you wait until you need to pee so badly that you can't hold it back, then I'll watch it shooting through your panties and running down your legs. No, wait a minute," he added, excitement growing apace, "maybe you'll squat to pee with your panties on and I'll be lying on my back under you so that you'll piss all over me. Maybe not all over me," he added as an exciting afterthought, "maybe you'll just pee on my face. When you're finished, if I'm as horny as I think I'm going to be, I'll want to suck your wet panties. I've never done anything as wild as that before. You inspire me, Ruth. I think we're on our way to doing some wild, sexy things from now on. Am I frightening you?"
"Oh no, you're making me so excited. I never heard of peeing on anybody, but if you want me to, I'd love to do it to you. God, it would be so sexy to pee my pants, knowing that you're right under my arse, looking up with your face getting all wet with my pee. All of a sudden," she added, her eyes shining, "I need to pee. I can do it whenever you want me to."
"Not yet, darling. Hold it back. Take your pretty dress off. I'll play with you a little more, then it is going to be time for you to give yourself a spanking and I'll get very horny while I watch you doing it. After a while, when you can't hold your piss any longer, you are going to pee your little panties and wash my face for me. Jesus, I may go off just thinking about it," he added as Ruth got up and took her dress off. When he told her to, she removed her bra as well and he groaned at the sight of her luscious breasts, as though seeing them for the very first time.
He had her entertain him by playing with her own breasts as he felt his penis stirring more strongly, then he got up and picked up the wooden backed brush and looked at her as he rubbed the smooth back on his left palm. Moving behind the young nude, he rubbed her smooth buttocks with the brush, then gave her a few light pats before giving in to temptation and giving her a spank on each cheek, drawing little gasps from her.
"Take the brush now dear," he told her. "Scold yourself and give yourself a spanking.
Play the roles of both mother and daughter." He had her stand facing the full length mirror to spank herself, so that he could look directly at the rear view while seeing the reflection of her face and her bobbing breasts while she staged a delightful performance for him, scolding, pleading and sobbing as she spanked her big behind, spreading fiery red over the twin rounds, her panties stretched across her thighs, then falling slowly until they were around her ankles and she stepped out of them.
"That will do, darling," he told her and went to examine and fondle her red buttocks.
"But it wasn't enough, Frank," she told him. "I didn't cry and I want to. Please take me on your lap and give me a spanking with the brush. Please make me cry for you."
Trembling with arousal, he took the brush from the girl, then she was over his lap, her rosy red bottom up and ready. After rubbing her buttocks with the brush a little while, he began spanking her, the smooth back of the brush bouncing excitingly off her firm buttocks. She hadn't been able to make herself cry, but his brisk spanking quickly turned the trick and then she cried as her legs kicked and her tummy rubbed on his penis which kept hardening, to the delight of the two of them.
"That will be enough for now, dear," Frank said as he dropped the brush and fondled her excitingly hot and red nether cheeks. "Put your panties on now to retain the heat we've smacked into that beautiful arse. Do you still need that pee?"
"Oh yes. More than ever," she told him and got off his lap. He watched her thighs rubbing together as she walked to where she had discarded her panties, then she bent to pick them up, presenting him with another visual delight, and put the panties on, sighing as she snugged them around her body. The garment covered some of the bright red skin of her behind, but a lot more showed around the little panties.
"Please, Frank dear," Ruth said as she returned to him, rubbing at the hot tingling through her panties, "I have to have that pee soon or I'm going to explode."
"Yes darling, we'll do it now. Look at my cock, it should show you how ready I am."
"It's so big and beautiful, Frank dear. Are you going to slip it up my pussy and fuck me again, after my pee?"
"You bet I am, angel. You're going to get a lot of fucking from now on. Take your garter belt and nylons off now. There's no point in getting them all splashed with pee."
While he watched her removing the garments, his mind raced ahead to the act they Were going to share. Although he had never done it before, Frank sensed it was going to be a great new thrill. When she dropped her garter belt and pulled her panties back up, Frank took her in his arms and fondled her hot behind while they shared another fiercely passionate kiss and Ruth rubbed her tummy against him, her discomfort obvious, her sexual arousal equally so, then he took her to their destination, his bathroom.
Positioning them in front of the full length mirror, Frank saw the young woman squirming in need to urinate, then he told her to move her feet apart and she did so, telling him that it made it even harder to hold back her urine in that position.
"You'll soon be free to let it go, darling," he told her as he sat naked, under and a little behind her. "I just want to find the perfect position for this." As he spoke, his hands explored her thighs, buttocks and very warm crotch. "I think I want you closer to me, darling," he told her, then lay back on the cold tiles.
"How do you want me, dear?" Ruth asked, eager to please him as she shared his wild excitement at what she was going to do.
"Get down on your hands and knees, darling," he panted, "yes, that's it. Down lower, arch your beautiful arse right in front of my face... Oh Jesus, what a sight... what a beautiful, magnificent sight, Ruth. You have to be the most beautiful, exciting woman in the world. Oh God, how your lovely, big, beautiful bum stretches your pretty little panties. Can you see in the mirror, darling?"
"Yes," she panted. "I'm so excited. Are you sure you really want me to pee all over you, dear? It will go all over your face."
"Yes, it will, won't it? Christ this is wild. Just hold back a little longer so I can play with you and wait for it. There baby, there," he panted as he rubbed the area of her stretched panties where her urine would shoot at him. "Just wait a little while longer, then let it go. Don't tell me when you're going to pee, just do it."
Taking the hand away, he rubbed her thighs and hips as he waited, then he heard a little grunt, saw a slight bulge in the panties, then the stream came through, its pressure reduced by the restraining nylon.
The stream hit him on the chin, and as he gazed intently at her panties, he saw urine bubbling through in little globules around the main stream. He moved a little, then the stream shot into his wide open mouth. Fearing he would choke, he closed his mouth, holding the warm fluid in it and feeling the stream on his lips, then he put a hand on the panties to divert the course of the stream, causing it to spread up and around so that her panties became thoroughly wet as they clung transparently to her big body.
With some difficulty, he turned his face aside and swallowed the urine in his mouth, then saw that the flow was subsiding as warm fluid trickled from her wet panties.
Raising his head a little, Frank pressed his open mouth to the portion of her panties from which most of her urine was trickling, then he was sucking with thrilling greed as Ruth moaned with passion.
"Oh darling, you're sucking my pee... you're sucking my pissy panties. Oh darling, I'm going right out of my mind."
Frank said nothing in reply, content to go on with the thrilling sucking and to drive her farther out of her mind. When he finally stopped sucking the nylon, Ruth sighed and raised her crotch a little from his face.
"Oh darling," she panted, "I never did anything so exciting in my life. I never heard of anything as wild and thrilling as that. I'll never be able to pee again without thinking of this. Was it good for you?"
"It was great, fantastic. I guess it was the biggest thrill I ever had. You're going to piss on my face and in my mouth often from now on, darling. How do you feel now?"
"I'm still excited, horny, but my panties are getting cold."
"I'm not surprised," he told her as he got up, his back sliding over the wet floor. "Look what you've done, you naughty little girl, you've pissed in your panties. They may be cold now, but I'll soon fix that. When I punish you for peeing on yourself, your panties are going to be very warm. Come with me, young lady."
Going to the toilet, he sat, then she was over his lap and he was spanking her as she cried and promised to be a good girl in the future. The first few spanks made fine droplets of urine splash over his chest, arm and face, then he went on spanking and slowly warming and drying her clinging panties until she had taken a good spanking and was crying lustily.
He remained seated on the toilet as he took the wet panties down and she stepped out of them, then they were both ready for more. He moved a little forward on the toilet, his penis rampant, then he guided her as she straddled his thighs, then lowered her body until his penis was in her crotch. He guided the head of it to her moist slit, then told her to lower herself and she did, impaling herself thrillingly on his long, strong organ.
When it was buried to the hilt, he slapped both warm buttocks and told her to start riding him and not to stop until he ejaculated.
"This is the final part of your punishment," Frank told her as she posted on him, her lovely big breasts swaying and bobbing excitingly.
"Gee, darling," she panted with delight, "you sure know how to punish a girl. I guess you can see that I'm suffering terribly. This terrible punishment may kill me, my wonderful man."
Although it was the first time she had ever ridden a man, she did it beautifully, and then she was grunting and panting as orgasm approached, hovered in the wings, then swept over her. While it rocked her body, Frank's arms held her tightly while his penis throbbed deeply in her organ, then the climax passed, she resumed riding him, then it was his turn to grunt with ecstasy as his semen shot deeply up into her body, strong young vaginal walls sucking him until he was limp and groaned for her to stop. Even then, she gave his member a few more sucks, each one producing a death groan, then she was content to just sit there and relax in the warm afterglow of lust.
Ruth insisted that she clean up the floor, rather than allow him to do it, then they laughed and played as they showered together.
With each passing day, Frank became more and more convinced that he wanted the plump beauty as a permanent partner. When he left the cottage, she went with him to the city.
They agreed it wasn't necessary to marry and they are living in a common law relationship which both find to be perfect. Ruth plays the housewife role perfectly, while Frank looks after the role of provider. He had changed his will to provide her with financial security, but most important to both, their sex life is constantly new and thrilling.
Some of the old games are retained, especially those which involve a naughty big girl who wets her panties as she wets Frank's face, and is spanked as punishment. It remains their number one game.
CASE HISTORY SIX
LAURA: "Pushing his snout out of my crotch, I felt my heart pounding as never before. If I were going to change my mind, it would have to be in that moment. Would I have the courage to go through with it? And then I knew the answer as I knelt on all fours, naked. My dog knew just what to do and then he was mounting me and I felt that long cock ramming as he looked for my slit. I had done it, had made my dream come true and a beautiful dog was ramming his cock up my cunt, fucking me."
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At the age of forty, whether Laura looked ahead or behind, there wasn't much to cheer about. She had been a widow for almost a year, her marriage hadn't been all that good, her only son was away in college and while she had financial security for the rest of her life, she felt at odds with herself and with life, as though there were no purpose to life, no reason to go on living.
Telling herself that she was just being morose because it was her fortieth birthday, she poured herself a drink. In the course of the evening, she had more drinks and as she sipped, she told herself that even though she didn't need the money, she was going to have to take some kind of a job, just for the sake of having something to do.
Later, as intoxication closed in on her, it came with an unusual effect in that she became strongly aroused, sexually, so strongly so, that she found one hand rubbing in her crotch.
She had masturbated before and knew she was going to do so again, but this time the desire was stronger than it had ever been. Laura raised her bottom from the chair and was about to slip her panties down and masturbate there, then she changed her mind. Picking up her glass, she carried it to the bedroom where she stripped naked.
Lying on the bed, she returned the hand to her crotch, rubbing her vulva as her mind wandered in search of erotic stimulation to accompany masturbation. Catching a look at her reflection in the mirror, she thought of how the sight of her, as she was, would arouse many men, then she recalled a scene from childhood when a favorite uncle had induced her to take her bathing suit off for him. As she began to recall how he had praised her beauty, she slipped a finger between the lips of her organ and began to masturbate. She thought of how he had fondled, kissed and sucked her budding breasts, fondled her bare thighs and buttocks, then sucked and licked in her warm young crotch until he gave her her very first orgasm. Later, she had gone to the bathroom with him and watched as he took out his big penis and masturbated.
The thought was almost as exciting as the original act had been, and then she was climaxing, her naked body writhing on the bed.
But the session wasn't finished, desire flared hotly, and then another childhood experience came to her mind, a story of how two men had peeped through a carelessly closed drape into the bedroom of a widow who lived not far from her home and had seen the woman kneeling, naked, while her big dog mounted her behind and had intercourse with her. That story had spread fast and the woman left town shortly after, taking her dog with her.
Laura thought of her own dog, a great dane. She had seen him trying to mount a bitch and recalled how long his penis was and how she had become excited at the time, then the thought progressed until she was imagining herself on all fours on the floor, naked, the animal mounting her, his long penis shooting up her vagina. While her finger stroked her clitoris, she could almost feel the big animal humping her, her finger became his penis and she climaxed with fierce strength.
When it was over, she warned herself that such thoughts were fine for sexual stimulation, but that she must not think seriously about making it happen.
After that, for months, Laura masturbated very often, frequently with a fantasy of her dog humping her. As time passed, she wanted that to happen and the desire kept growing. All that stopped her from trying it, was fear that his penis would hurt her.
One evening as she prepared to go to bed, she let the dog in as usual. Arousal had been with her for some time, and the sight of the big animal caught her off guard. When he would have gone to the blanket on which he slept at night, she called him and he went into her bedroom with her.
While the dog watched her, she stripped naked, then, smiling down at him, she stood and enjoyed her favorite fantasy as she fingered herself to orgasm. When it was over, she was even more hotly aroused as she sat on the edge of the bed and called him to her. Her knees were wide apart and he brought his snout into her crotch to sniff her aroused organ.
His cold nose touched her vulva, then, as she parted the lips with the tips of her fingers, he sent his tongue there and caused her to tremble. Telling him he was such a good dog, her tone warm and gentle, she urged him on in hopes that she could keep him lapping.
He did it reasonably well for the first time, but he would give her a little licking, then stop, then return. It was exciting to have the animal licking her organ, but he didn't do it consistently enough to bring her to climax.
Impulsively, she got off the bed and crouched beside the animal. He was well trained and obeyed when she told him to sit and stay, then her hand trembled as she put it under the smooth skinned animal and found his penis. She felt him tense, but she told him to stay and he obeyed as she went on fondling his organ.
"That's a good dog," she told him as she slowly used the gentle hand, and then she saw the red meat of penis.
"There, Canute, you do like having your cock played with," she said as she continued to do so, hoping she wouldn't overdo it and cause him to ejaculate, yet eager to get him sufficiently stimulated that he would want to mount her.
When she told him to, the dog stood and Laura felt tremors of excitement sweeping over her as she gazed at the thrilling length of red erection which stood out from the furry base. As she continued to fondle his organ, Laura wondered why she wasn't horrified at what she was doing and at the enormity of the act she hoped to have the animal perform with her, but there was no room for horror, only for wild arousal and for hope.
She got down on her hands and knees then, her knees wide apart, and hoped she could get the dog interested in her organ.
"Come and fuck me, Canute," she said to the animal, patting her behind to attract his attention, fearing it would take a long period of training to bring him to that point.
Laura almost shrieked with delight as the dog went behind her, she saw his penis growing longer, then with no hint of hesitation, he mounted her body and she felt him searching for her organ with his thrusting penis.
She gasped and almost cried out when he found the target and, with one stroke, plunged what felt like the full length of his rod into her, then he was riding her as though it were something he had done often.
"0 Jesus, Canute," she panted, "you're fucking me... fuck... fuck me, you sweet dog. Oh what a thrill... what a joy... how fast you fuck, you sweet, fucking animal. Ram it up my cunt. Oh Jesus, what a fuck... No man could ever fuck like you." More quickly than it had ever happened to her before, she felt herself on the verge of orgasm and reminded herself to try to bear the explosion quietly so as not to frighten the animal or knock him off her, but his forepaws gripped her tightly and she was confident he would be able to stay in the saddle.
The orgasm she achieved then was so strong that she thought it would kill her, or at least render her unconscious, but it didn't, and then he was jerking on her behind and ecstasy zoomed upward as she felt him shooting his semen into her, panting and drooling on her back.
As soon as he stopped shooting, he dismounted her, and while she wished he had stayed in her vagina, Laura could hardly complain, so great had been the thrill of having intercourse with a dog.
She watched the animal curl on the floor and lick his organ as it withdrew into the furry sheath, and she wished she could do the same to herself, wished she could get her mouth into her crotch and lick the organ which he had treated so beautifully with his long, fast jabbing organ.
Crouching beside the dog, Laura made a big fuss over him, patting him and talking gently to him as he wagged his tail in seeming delight. As she looked at the animal and stroked him, Laura told herself that it had all really happened, that not only had she had intercourse with a dog, but it had been so great a ride that she'd climaxed, something she had rarely achieved with her husband.
That orgasm should have been enough for her, Laura thought, but it wasn't, there was still too much excitement, so she went to the bed and while she lay watching the satisfied animal, she put an experienced finger in the top of her slit and let warm sighs escape her as she slowly fingered her highly sensitized passion bud until the orgasm was there and she was writhing in ecstasy renewed, the dog looking at her in wonder.
Laura was tempted to try it again the next morning, but she resisted the urge, telling herself it would be better for her and for the animal if it didn't happen too often, if it were reserved as a special thing to be enjoyed once or twice a week.
By way of compromise, she sat on the edge of the bed, her feet on the floor, crotch open, then called the dog to her. Using the warm tone to which he responded best, she held the lips of her organ apart and urged him to lick her clitoris. As had been the case previously, he licked excitingly, but without persisting sufficiently. Still, she urged him on, then had him stop while she used her finger to bring herself closer. When she was close to the verge, she brought his tongue back into action and then she was climaxing.
The dog was intelligent and she was confident that if she were patient, she would be able to get him to do it the way she wanted, to lick her while she just lay back and enjoyed it. She persisted, rewarding him each time he showed progress, and, within a few days, reached the stage where there was no longer any problem at all. She merely had to open her crotch, part the lips of her organ and the animal did the rest with his tongue persisting until he licked her to climax.
It was such a thrilling secret that Laura had difficulty keeping it to herself, yet by the very nature of it, she was afraid to tell it to anyone.
Her closest friend was a divorcee named Jane, a woman a few years younger than she. Laura had long suspected that Jane had lesbian traits and was trying to seduce her, but Laura had always turned the hints away before permitting Jane to commit herself.
As she enjoyed her relationship with the dog more and more, Laura thought more and more of the kind of sex Jane apparently had to offer. It was not long before she decided that having sampled sex with a dog, she wanted to broaden her horizons more, wanted to try it with a woman.
With that in mind, Laura invited Jane over for Sunday brunch. She wore a blouse and a shortened skirt when Jane arrived and soon was showing what her thighs looked like above the tops of her nylons.
It wasn't long before Jane was making lesbian hints and Laura was eagerly accepting them. When Jane put a hand on one of her nylons, just above the knee, Laura sighed, making it obvious that she liked it. She sighed more warmly as the hand moved up until it was rubbing the crotch of her panties.
They moved into a passionate embrace, kissing as Laura found out that there was a wild thrill in feeling her way up a woman's thighs and fondling clinging panties, in the crotch and over chubby buttocks.
"All this time you've been ignoring my hints," Jane said between kisses, while four hands played. "What changed you all of a sudden?"
"I'll probably tell you later, dear," Laura replied, "but for now, show me what it's all about. I've never done it with a female, never even kissed."
"And you really want to learn it all?"
"Yes, everything. I've become a new woman and I need your help. Show me how, Jane. Christ, I'm almost coming right now."
"Then let's go to your bed, dear. There will be more room there and after we get out of these hot panties we can do it all. It's going to be beautiful. I like it with a man from time to time, I enjoy fucking, but it's always better with a woman."
A few minutes later, they were kissing again, both naked as they squirmed on Laura's bed. When Laura climaxed for the first time with a woman's face in her crotch, it was sheer ecstasy. Later, she found a different ecstasy as her licking tongue brought Jane to orgasm.
Later, when they were too tired to make love again, they lay talking and lightly fondling, until Laura decided it was time to tell her friend what had so changed her sexual attitudes.
Naked, she left the bedroom, then returned, her dog with her. Smiling excitedly, Laura crouched and began to fondle the animal's penis which responded beautifully as he sensed what was to come.
"My God, Laura," Jane gasped. "Your dog?"
"Yes dear, my beautiful, four-footed lover. Not only is he a beautiful fucker, but he laps cunt too. You've taught me a lot today, do you want to learn as well?"
"I... I think I do. Christ, a long cock without a man attached to it should be perfect. I never dreamed you could be so wild."
"Lie across the bed and open your crotch, Jane. He's going to lap your cunt and give you the come of your life." Trembling, Jane did so, then she groaned as Laura parted the lips of her organ and the dog avidly lapped her until she climaxed.
Later, she was trembling even more as she knelt on all fours on the floor and waited to be mounted by the dog. Laura too, trembled as she looked forward to her exciting new life which would feature at least one dog and one woman, then she released the dog, telling him to mount her friend.
A groan broke from Jane's throat as the long penis rammed into her, then Laura was discovering that it was as exciting to watch her dog riding the behind of a naked woman as it was to be ridden. There were so many things to discover, she told herself, and she was going to find them all.
