It had been a long flight and now a hot drive. The temperature was high as I noticed a sign for exotic ice cream specialties. Apparently it was a small ice cream parlor. I thought for a moment and reasoned that an ice cream parlor must have air conditioning and so I pulled in to get out of the heat. I was on my way to meet someone for the first time, but another forty five minutes might not be a problem.
I swung in off the highway and locked the car before walking across the parking lot to the door. I paused outside and looked in. It was crowded but that might be a good sign. I reached for the door and pulled it open just as I heard the sound of rushing high heels. I turned to hold the door for her and looked up. It was her, the gal that I\'d come all this way to surprise. She was even more beautiful than on my computer monitor and the photos she\'d sent me. I could swear that I smelled a hint of mint in the air as she passed.
She didn\'t recognize me because I had never sent a photo of myself. I\'m sure that my mouth was open as I waited. She smiled at me and thanked me as she passed. It was a few moments before a gal came up and asked if we were together and looking for one table? She shook her head and the gal apologized. The gal said that she had only one table and then brightened and asked if we\'d like to share it. I raised an eyebrow and looked quizzically toward my chance meeting at the door. She looked back at me and then shrugged and murmured something like \'Sure. why not?\'
We followed the gal to a table that was set back in the parlor and against a wall. I hurried forward and held the chair while she sat and the gal handed us each a menu. We studied it while I stole hurried glances at this beauty I\'d come to see. A few moments passed and an old-fashioned wheeled cart was rolled up to our table and an older man asked if we were ready to order. I looked at her quizzically and she replied for both of us and then we ordered.
Her\'s was what sounded like a simple cone called Caramel Surprise, while my own was more dramatic in a dish and called a Mint Dollop. I guess that minted scent as she entered was still affecting my mind. As the waiter opened the cart I watched her beautiful legs through the clear glass top of the table. The waiter pulled out some metal gimmick and filled it with ice and then a paper napkin was carefully inserted into a small recess at the top. It was a full moment before I realized that it was a holder for the cone and the ice around it was to intended slow the melting.
Next he pulled out a frosty glass dish that appeared large enough to have been made for a banana split. He inserted a dark brown French vanilla waffle cone into the holder and scooped and deposited a scoop of French vanilla ice cream atop it. He took out a small tool from a drawer and carved a small recess at the center and then placed a small \'bullet\' shaped piece of caramel into it. Next he took another scoop of cheesecake ice cream and repeated the process after depositing the scoop on top of the first, but this time it was the caramel topped with a Maraschino cherry. He\'d made a two-scoop cone. Next he coated the top with a chocolate dip that hardened as quickly as it touched the ice cream.
He turned his attention to my treat as the chocolate dip completed hardening. Mine was a scoop of mint ice cream followed by two clove sweetened pear halves. He carefully removed each clove and then formed the two halves around the scoop of ice cream. he brought the two halves together at the top and deposited another cherry in the center but pushed it half way down and into the ice cream. Next he covered the top with a light green mint liqueur glasse\', and inserted a large fresh strawberry into the center and covered the whole with the dipping chocolate.
Finally, he covered her cone and my dish with a generous topping of whipped cream and sprinkled them with nut pieces. Both desserts looked fabulous as he delivered her\'s first and then mine. A small demitasse spoon was delivered with mine. He asked if there would be anything else and then deposited a check on the edge of the table. She reached for it, but I was faster. I asked if it would be alright if I picked up this tab. She looked slightly perplexed and then graciously accepted.
She\'d carried a small day-minder type of book into the parlor with her and now she opened it and removed the pen it contained. I noticed what appeared to be a small \'Post-its\' pad at the top but it was unusual. Instead of the yellow or simple colored paper usually used, this paper was like a miniature paper-lace similar to the better paper napkins that can be purchased at many stores. It was brilliant white and the center of the \'lace\' was solid and just large enough for a short note. I commented on how unusual it appeared and she just smiled.
Those little spoons have always bothered me because I love dessert and I have both a large appetite and a large mouth. I looked at it as I picked it up and was wishing for a large soup spoon to replace it. I studied her legs more, and then eyed the cleavage apparent in her simple white blouse. The blouse had been unbuttoned only slightly when I first saw her, but now the buttons were open well below that necessary for simple cooling from the heat.
She was seated with her back to the rest of the patrons, but I got a great look. I already knew what was beneath it, and my mouth watered from the remembrance. I watched as she absent mindedly picked up the cone and her small pink tongue darted out and into the whipped cream. She scooped a small amount onto her tongue and slowly drew it back into her mouth. I could see her eyes close as she tasted it. I experienced what it must be like to be alone with her at my waist.
Self-consciously, I looked down at my own dish. The chocolate had flowed into the crevice between the pear halves and as I studied it I imagined the split I\'d seen in her lips before she\'d touched herself with a finger. The small recess reminded me of the hood over her clit, and I slowly dragged the spoon over the chocolate covered opening, still remembering, before I used it to chip off the small piece of hardened chocolate that I brought to my lips.
When I looked up, I caught her studying me as I gently placed that chip of chocolate onto my tongue and tasted its sweetness. The mint liqueur definitely gave it that mint chocolate flavor that I loved. Will she be this sweet I wondered? She picked up her cone again and ran her tongue slowly from the edge of the cone up over the cool chocolate and entered the whipped cream. It reminded me of our discussions on oral sex. She had a smile on her face as she wrote in the day-minder.
I dipped the spoon into my whipped cream and placed a generous dollop on my tongue as I remembered the name of this dish. I circled it into my mouth and left some on my upper lip and she was watching me again. We continued this little tease until all of the whipped cream was gone. And then she continued to lick that chocolate until finally she took a tiny nip out of the center. My head throbbed. and it wasn\'t on my shoulders. By this time I was into the top of my own dip and could make out the strawberry nestled there. Her tongue caressed the cherry in the center of her cone before she pried it loose and entered it between her lips. That round pink cherry made me think of my own head.
I watched as she buried her small pink tongue into that hole. My mind was imagining the things she could do with her tongue as I slowly pried loose that strawberry and brought it slowly to my own lips. I licked it softly and nipped it a bit before wrapping it with my tongue and taking it inside. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed it, and when I opened them she was there. I was positive now that she would be more than sweet and my mouth watered. Her eyes were looking at me through that glass table top as she sealed her lips around that chocolate and I could see her sucking the melted ice cream as she canted her head. I was rigid in pants as she sucked and my gaze shifted to her through that glass. Her hands were rubbing through that skirt.
I finished the chocolate and then used my spoon to caress that joining of the pear halves. It was the same manner that I wanted to separate her lips and tease them with my tongue. I teased the pear and slowly pried the pieces apart while wetting my lips with my tongue. Before I knew it I had reached down into my lap and tried to suppress my erection. Her skirt had come up and her small hand entered. I could just see the outline of pink as one small finger barely entered and began to circle. I rubbed my cock through the pants and then teased the zipper.
She stripped off the chocolate as she gazed at me through hooded eyes and that finger circled. And when the chocolate was gone, I watched as her tongue entered and sought the caramel in that small hole at the top. My cock twitched again as she licked and teased it and brought forth a small drop on her extended tongue. My small drop of pre-release? Her eyes closed as she brought it back between her lips, and her finger circled as she loosed a very quiet moan. I almost moaned with her.
A moment passed and I had grabbed and held my stiffness before she opened her eyes again and smiled softly at me. I picked up an entire pear half and brought it to my mouth and circled its hollow with my own tongue as I rubbed more furiously. I placed the center to my lips and sucked the delicate mint liqueur into my mouth as I partially closed my own eyes. Then I increased the suction and the soft pear disappeared between my own lips the way I wanted to inhale her and her scent.
She began to lick the outside of the cream and I watched her coated tongue each time she returned it. The creamy whiteness of the vanilla was in stark contrast to the bronze of her body and pink of her tongue. She teased that cream and then placed her tongue around the outer edge of the cone and slowly circled it. Her eyes were closed until she paused and took a small nip of the cone. Could she circle my own head that way? And nip it? I jumped at the pleasure I felt, and I think I must have moved the table a bit as I sat back.
I returned the favor with a larger spoonful of cherry ice cream and circled it with my tongue, too. I tasted and felt the coolness of the cream on my broad tongue, the way I wanted to lick her and taste her freshness with my tongue. When I\'d finished that spoonful, I returned the spoon upside down and slowly scraped a small groove in the cream before filling the spoon. I had opened my zipper now, and slowly reached within. I watched through slitted eyes as her mouth widened and she wet those sweet lips with her tongue.
I thrilled as I watched her munch that cone in small bites, circling it and slowly devouring it. Would she devour me that way? Her finger had been joined by another and she stroked deeper and I could make out the dampness on them each time as they returned. Again and again her hand caressed and stroked the outside of that cone, and I felt myself approaching climax. She dipped her moistened fingers into the last of the ice cream and I could almost taste their combined sweetness as she brought them to her mouth. I had to glance away to keep from embarrassing myself. When I looked back, she appeared disappointed and I just shrugged.
She smiled as she popped that last small tip of cone into her mouth and licked her lips. I had barely finished the second pear half and was busy on the last of the ice cream as she straightened and smoothed her skirt. Her moist fingers toyed with the top sheet of that post-it pad before she closed the day-minder and started to stand. I paid the bill and walked with her to the door and we entered the heat of the day again. She glanced down at me and whispered zipper.
Embarrassed, I attempted to turn and raise it, but I couldn\'t at that busy storefront. I walked her to her car, and then slowly rezipped in the shadow between cars. I thanked her for the opportunity to sit with her and she smiled before saying it was her pleasure and then she reached out to shake my hand.
I watched as she left and returned to my car before I realized that something was stuck to my hand. I entered the car, started it, and let the air-conditioning begin as I turned the slip over. It was one of her lacy post-its and I brought it to my nose and inhaled deeply. I could still catch the sweetness of her dampened scent and my mouth watered. I was wondering about our encounter. and whether she did this often. when I turned over the note and read my name in the beautiful script that she had used. It was a note stating that I already had the address and she needed fifteen minutes to prepare.
I spent the time driving around the neighborhood and wondering how she knew it was me. I had never given her a clue and yet she knew. Now my erection was well into overdrive as I entered the driveway.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
A Game of Sexual Tension
It is a well recognized fact about sex that, in the long run, the sex act itself is one of its least intriguing aspects. Indeed, devoid of preparation and anticipation, the act of sex soon takes its place among the myriad other bodily functions which we perform but do not particularly savor.
It was with such considerations in mind that suggested to my wife Mary that we invent a game for the purpose of inducing in each other a mild but prolonged state of erotic tension which, either because the circumstances prevented our doing so or by mutual consent, we would not hasten to alleviate by sexual intercourse.
The game we chose was intended to derive its potency from on our mutual interest in Mary\'s breasts. Mary has beautifully shaped, moderately sized breasts which, because of their firmness, sit proudly on her chest even when they are bare. The pleasure Mary derives from her breasts has two sources. In the first place, her breasts and nipples are exquisitely responsive and easily excited when fondled. Secondly, like anyone who has an asset which is appreciated by others, Mary is pleased by the knowledge that her breasts hold me, and other men, in thrall. Thus, not only does she enjoy the time which her breasts spend cradled in my hands or her nipples spend being worried by my fingers and mouth, she derives, albeit somewhat covert, pleasure from the attention which her breasts attract when they are on display under her clothes. For example, each week, Mary attends a dance class at which, to her considerable satisfaction, the males, and particularly the instructor, quite openly admire not just the general tone of her body but, especially, the firm prominence of her breasts under her leotard. In response to their interest, Mary takes more than usual care to make sure that her leotard displays her body to its best advantage when she goes to her dance class. On the other hand, being the well-bred girl that she is, Mary had never gone to her class less than modestly attired. In particular, she had always worn a bra and panties under her leotard. Thus, even though she had undoubtedly wondered how it would feel, she had never made her unprotected breasts available to her instructor\'s occasionally inquisitive hands.
Because I suspected that it would provoke in both of us the sort of ambivalent excitement which we were seeking, I suggested to Mary that she purposefully make her breasts more accessible at one of her dance classes. I was not suggesting that she flaunt her breasts but instead that she simply leave her breasts bare under her leotard. In addition, I told her that it would excite and frustrate me to prepare her breasts beforehand by stimulating them to a state in which they would be sensitive to even the slightest touch. Indeed, just the idea of my own participation in the preparation of her breasts for the hands of another man produced in me exactly the sort of erotic tension for which our game was intended.
Mary\'s initial reaction to my proposal was less than enthusiastic. Although she had learned to reconcile her conservative upbringing with her enjoyment of the admiring way in which men looked at her body, she was reluctant to recognize that she herself played more than a passive role. That is, so long as she did nothing flagrant to gain men\'s attention, her enjoyment in their appreciative stares fell within, if only barely, the code of behavior which she had been taught as a child. On the other hand, that code would be violated if she were to dress for her dance class in a way which explicitly announced that she herself had made her breasts more visible to the eyes and more vulnerable to the hands of all and sundry.
Nonetheless, in spite of these reservations, Mary found that she could not just dismiss my idea out of hand, and, over the course of the next few days, found herself increasingly open to it. For one thing, now that she was in her mid thirties, Mary realized that the blooming of her body soon would be coming to an end and that as its bloom waned so would its attraction to men. Hence, if not now, when? For another thing, she could not conceal from either of us the excitement she felt when she imagined having her unfettered breasts in the hands of a man who was not her husband, especially if her husband not only knew what was happening to her breasts but had been the person who had taken special care to make sure that they would be maximally responsive.
In the end, Mary\'s curiosity won the battle with her inhibitions, and, after about a week of vacillation, Mary told me that she was ready to play my game. Fortunately, I had been thinking in the meantime about the way in which I would prepare her breasts in the event that she agreed. In order to not be rushed either before or after her class, I asked Mary to schedule her next dance class for the following Saturday. On the morning of the class, I told Mary that I wanted her to keep her breasts bare so that they would be continuously available to me. As I explained to her, I wanted to accustom her to the experience of having her breasts touched without her anticipating it. In addition, in order to help her minimize the inevitable embarrassment which our game would cause her, I wanted to teach her to mask the excitement which she was experiencing. For this reason, I warned her that I might punish her if she allowed her face to register too clearly the pleasure which she was deriving from my attention to her breasts.
On the day of her class, the first time that I took advantage of the availability of her breasts was when Mary was leaning over the sink to brush her teeth. When she is leaning forward, Mary\'s breasts hang from her chest in the shape of two beautifully turned vessels. Further, because they are pendulous in this position, they lend themselves to more penetrating manipulation than they do when she is standing erect. Thus, when I reached under her arms, placed my palms over her nipples, and clasped her hanging breasts in my hands, my fingers were able to palpate deep into the intricate network of glands and nerves which lie beneath the surface. From past experience, I knew that Mary\'s response to such palpation of her breasts is to hunch forward in a way which renders her breasts even more available to deep penetration. At the same time, a beatific smile comes over her face as she indulges herself in the sensations which she is experiencing. Because I knew that she found particular satisfaction in this sort of manipulation of her breasts, I was not surprised that Mary gave herself over so totally to my ministrations that she completely forgot my instruction to disguise her reactions. As a reminder, I released her breasts and told her keep her face impassive while she watched me stretch her breasts by pulling down on her nipples, and, after a minute or so of watching and feeling her breasts being elongated, Mary was more careful about her response when I resumed my earlier manipulations.
After our session before the mirror in the bathroom, I decided that Mary should have her breakfast in relative peace. However, I did insist that she herself keep her nipples erect throughout. That is, whenever her nipples began to lose their prominence, I had her bring them back into erection with the same nonchalance with which she might readjust some piece of clothing. In view of the fact that her toothbrushing experience had left her both significantly aroused and aware of the repercussions for lapses in demeanor, it is not surprising that Mary had to interrupt her breakfast only once and that, when she did, she maintained the proper level of decorum while bringing her nipples back into erection. By the time that we finished breakfast, there was a little over an hour before she would leave for her class. In order to make sure that her breasts would remain at the center of her attention, I had her put on a bra which we had designed to present her breasts in an exaggerated manner. Namely, by removing the cups from an athletic brassiere which was a size too small, we created a structure which holds Mary\'s breasts only at their base. As a result, when she is wearing this bra, her breasts are thrust into prominence without being concealed. Further, by using buckles which we sewed into them, we can adjust the straps holding her breasts to exacerbate their constriction. That is, we can tighten the straps around the base of her breast, thereby causing the rest of her breast to look and feel as if it were isolated from her body. The result is dramatic, particularly because, after several minutes, the taut surface of Mary\'s breasts takes on a distinctly pink tone, her areolae enlarge, and her nipples become engorged. For obvious reasons, when Mary dons this bra, it becomes impossible for either of us to ignore her breasts.
Once Mary had put on this bra and I had adjusted the straps, I asked her sit cross-legged on the floor with her back straight and shoulders pulled back while her breasts underwent the transformation described above. When they had, I armed myself with a stiff feather and, sitting directly in front of her and staring her in the eye, I used the feather to stimulate the already ruddy globes of her breasts. In spite of the teasing sensation of the feather on her breasts, Mary was able to maintain her composure for quite a while. However, as the focus of my activity converged on her engorged nipples, Mary found it increasingly difficult to keep her body and face from broadcasting the frustrated excitement which she was experiencing, and her attempt to do so completely failed when her nipples became the victim of the feather\'s insidious attack. Because her nipples received insufficient satisfaction from the fleeting sensation provided by the feather, first her frustration became clearly written on Mary\'s face, and then, in the hope that it would help to relieve her frustration, she dropped her straight-backed posture, hunched her shoulders, and thrust her breasts in my direction. Her punishment for this lapse was born by her areolae. To be precise, after reversing the feather, I used the quill to prick the highly sensitive area where the stalk of her nipple emerges from the areola. Even when it has no other sources of distress, the pricking of such an intimate target is hard to bear, and when the target is under the sort of duress to which Mary\'s breasts were being exposed, the effect is devastating. Hence, it took only a few pricks to make Mary aware of her indiscretion and correct it by resuming the posture and facial expression which I had demanded.
Even though she was incapable of completely hiding the tension which she felt, I was satisfied that she had learned her lesson. In addition, I feared that further stimulation of her breasts would be counterproductive in that it would only reduce their sensitivity to what lay in store for them at the dance class. Thus, shortly after she had regained her composure and I had tested that she could prevent herself from having another lapse, I stopped my teasing of her breasts and pointedly reminded Mary that I would not be the next man to touch them. Mary, her breasts still tingling and her body craving greater satisfaction, resignedly got to her feet, removed the bra from her breasts, and withdrew to the bathroom to take a shower and make sure that her body was presentable for the next stage. When she emerged from her shower, pink, thoroughly scrubbed, and carefully shaved, she went to our bedroom and, with great care, chose the leotard under which her body would be presented at her dance class.
Knowing that it would increase the sexual tension for both of us, the one which she chose emphasizes the accessibility of the body which it is covering. Loosely modeled on the dresses worn in ancient Greece, the upper half of this leotard consists of two flaps which run from the front of the midriff, crisscross over the breasts, and join behind the neck to form a panel which covers the back and ends in a pair of ties which, after circling the midriff, are secured in place by a bow just above the buttock. As they did in essentially every aspect of life, the Greeks knew what they were doing when they came up with this design: there is no more pleasing a way to present the bust of a woman whose breasts are as nicely shaped as Mary\'s. In particular, although there is nothing immodest about the design, the way that the flaps cross right at the cleavage appears to be an invitation to inquiring hands. Thus, when she came into the living room to give me a preview, I admitted that I had second thoughts about the game which I had started, and my reservations only increased when she demonstrated how, as she performed various dance exercises, her breasts bobbed and her nipples traced a path under her bodice. I also noticed that, in an act of defiance, she had chosen to forego any panties: except for the less than complete cover provided by her leotard, she was naked. Nevertheless, I was not about to weasel out at this point, and, after giving her an affectionate pat on her scantily clad rump, I gallantly helped her into her overcoat and sped her on her way.
Because Mary\'s dance classes last about an hour and a half, I had plenty of time to imagine what Mary was experiencing at her class and think about how we should proceed when she returned. Hoping that it would help me pass the time, I went out to do some errands. While shopping for mundane items in the drugstore, I happened upon an aisle devoted to maternity needs. Going down that aisle, my attention was caught by a box with a picture of a woman using a breast pump to collect her milk. Although the picture was studiously chaste, it appeared that the pump was connected via a tube to a plastic shell which covered the woman\'s breast in much the same way that the cup of a bra would, and, according to the written description, the strength with which the pump sucked could be modulated over a wide range of settings. Probably, at any other time I would have passed this display without really noticing it. However, with Mary\'s breasts were very much on my mind, I could not ignore the possibility that this device might have other, less chaste, applications, one of which I was already planning. Thus, along with the toilet paper and other banal products on my errand list, I bought the breast pump which seemed to possess the greatest versatility.
By the time that I got back home, more than an hour had passed and Mary would be returning soon. Thus, after putting away all my other purchases, I immediately began to study the operating instructions for the breast pump. Having chosen the one which provided the most settings, I was gratified to find that, when I placed it on my bare stomach, I could vary the suction strength from a level at which is was hardly perceptible to a level at which it was impossible to ignore, especially if, instead of a man\'s stomach, it were attached to a woman\'s breast. Having become familiar with its possibilities, I took the device into our bedroom and left it on Mary\'s bedside table. Needless to say, all these preparations did nothing to relieve the mixed emotions which I felt about the game in which Mary and I were engaged. On the contrary, when Mary at last returned, my imagination was hard at work both on what she had been experiencing during her absence and what I hoped the two of us would be experiencing now that she was back home.
From the flushed color of Mary\'s face, it was clear to me that her dance class had not been dull. As with everything else, Mary does not spare herself when she is at her dance class. However, never before had I seen her in the state that she was when she came through our front door. Usually, her dance class drains her physically and restores her mentally, but this time it had done neither. Instead, both her mind and her body had been left in a highly charged, if somewhat exhausted, state, and, after helping her out of her overcoat, I immediately began to understand why. Indeed, her own sweat had plastered her leotard to her skin in a way which left no feature of her body hidden. Not only her breasts and nipples but also the pleasing rounded curve of her firm stomach, including the subtle dip made by her belly button, were all on display. Strange to say, instead of being either angry or jealous, my reaction to this discovery was one of excited curiosity. I was burning to learn how my normally modest Mary felt when, working her body in front of the large wall mirror at the dance studio, she saw the blatantly erotic image which she was presenting to the world. However, it was not my intention to debrief her in the front hall, and so I lifted her warm body in my arms and, after depositing her on our bed, peeled off her clinging leotard.
With its covering removed, I could see that Mary\'s whole body was aglow. The skin covering the well worked muscles of her legs, stomach, and shoulders was suffused with that pink hue that comes from prolonged exercise. But it was sight of her breasts which was really striking. I had last seen them in the reddened and highly sensitized state I had spent an hour producing. To my surprise, that was the state in which, after more than two hours, they still were, a discovery which did nothing but confirm my earlier conclusion that Mary had not been bored at her dance class. As soon as I had gathered my wits, I told Mary that I wanted her to give me a blow by blow account of everything, including her own reactions, she had experienced at her dance class. I also told her that during her narration, I would remain silent but would work on her body in a way that I hoped would communicate my own reactions to what I was hearing.
Before she began, I introduced Mary to the breast pump. Sitting by her right side, I had her make her breasts more malleable by lifting her shoulders off the bed while I placed the cup over her right breast and turned on the pump. It took less than half a minute for the pump to create sufficient vacuum to make the cup adhere to the surface of her breast so that, even after she lay back down, her right breast remained suspended in the cup rather than flattening the way her left breast did. As a result, when Mary looked at her chest, she saw one breast resting naturally against her chest and the other breast drawn away from her chest into the translucent cup. Of course, she was also very much aware of the relentless action of the pump which, as it was supposed to, sucked on her nipple and pulled it into a bulge in the surface of the cup. By turning the control, I demonstrated how I could modulate the vacuum between a level at which her breast would remain in the cup but would be otherwise relaxed and a level at which her breast, and particularly her nipple, would be subjected to considerable stress. After this little demonstration, I moved to sit on Mary\'s left side, and, caressing her neglected left breast with my hands, asked her to begin her tale.
Mary\'s lack of underwear was apparent to all from moment the she took her place at the barre. Even before her sweat had turned her leotard into a second skin, her every movement made it clear that her breasts were free and would be undergoing a visible transformation each time she changed her position. For example, when she raised her leg to the barre and arched her body over it, her breasts lay suspended in the folds of her leotard like ripe mellons in the apron of peasant, and, when she stretched back, they were flattened against the leotard in a way that brought her nipples into erect prominence. Because the wall behind the barre was covered by a mirror, Mary was completely cognizant of the delectable image which she would be presenting to her colleagues for the duration of the class, and this knowledge filled her with a mixture of pride and trepidation which, on the one hand, excited her sexually and, on the other hand, made it difficult for her to enjoy her excitement.
At first Mary seemed in danger of having her trepidation win out. Indeed, when, with her leg still on the barre, she examined her reflection more carefully, she realized that her breasts were not the only intimate part of her anatomy which would be on view: at the top of her stretched groin, the outline of her labia was clearly imprinted on the stretched fabric of her leotard. Of course, she had often noticed that a hint of the details below showed through even when she was wearing panties, but what she saw now was much more than a hint. If the reflected image caused her so much concern, how was she going to react when, as it was sure to be, her leg as being stretched to its limit while she was clasped in the powerful arms of either the dance instructor or one of her other dance partners? Either her barely covered crotch would be being crushed against the body of her partner or it would be being put on display, and neither eventuality was one Mary could contemplate with equanimity.
I could well appreciate the tumultuous emotions which swept over Mary when she recognized just how thoroughly exposed she was going to be for the next hour. In fact, even though the events she was describing were long over, I shared both her excitement and her trepidation about them. To communicate my emotions to Mary, I abandoned her left breast, shifted my position so that I was sitting by her hips, and turned my attentions to the region about which she was talking. After coaxing her thighs apart, I spread her labia and, while my thumb and little finger held them open, I used my index finger to tap on the tip of her clitoris with a measured beat which was far too light and slow to provoke an orgasm but was more than sufficient to remind her just how vulnerable she had been and still was.
The action of my fingers in her crotch combined with that of the pump on her breast to make it impossible for Mary to keep a tremor out of her voice as she continued her story. Nonetheless, continue she did. After she had finished her warm-up exercises at the barre, the instructor came over to work with her. From the smile on his face, she could tell that he knew her vulnerability and had no compunctions about taking advantage of it. In fact, without further ado, he asked her to lean against the wall while he slowly raised her right leg to his shoulder. As her tendons loosened, he moved closer to her until her fully stretched thigh was supported against his chest and his hands grazed against the increasingly damp material of her leotard. When he had her leg as high as it had ever been, he looked directly into her eyes and put his left hand on her right arm to stabilize her while he relentlessly increased the pressure he was exerting on her leg. After several minutes, the muscles in Mary\'s right leg began to tremble and, in an effort to give them some relief, she raised her herself on the toes of her left foot. At first this maneuver provided her some respite. However, her left leg soon became as exhausted as her right, with the result that she lost her balance and collapsed into waiting arms of her instructor. Weak from the stress of having her limbs stretched, Mary allowed her instructor to mold her body to himself, and, much to her own surprise, she reacted with relief rather anger even when his hand accidently\'\' caressed on her breast as he was shifting her position.
Because my own agitation increased steadily as Mary related this scene, I steadily increased the tempo of my tapping on her clitoris until, because it had become impossible for her to concentrate adequately on what she was saying, she broke off her narration and, with tightly closed eyes, turned her head from side to side as she gasped in tantalized frustration. Pleased to have found such an appropriate and effective way to convey the sense of frustration her story induced in me, I continued to strum her stalk of pleasure for the slightly sadistic purpose of suspending her just below the threshold at which she could achieve orgasm. Having kept her in this state for several minutes, I relented, and, after fetching a towel, I wiped the sweat off her furrowed brow and trembling body. I then released her right breast from its travail, installed the milking cup on her left breast, and set the pump to work again, this time at a level which forced the areola to completely fill the bulge. Both of us were impressed by the consequences to Mary\'s right breast of having spent close to half an hour at the mercy of the breast pump. Not only was her breast a livid pink, but the areola appeared to have expanded to twice its normal size and her nipple resembled a dug at which a hungry mouth had been sucking. In fascination, I ran my fingers over its surface and discovered that the machine seemed to have left it both more malleable and more sensitive than usual. In particular, her nipple appeared to have been temporarily elongated and, when I bent it back and forth, gave Mary the sort of profound sense of comfort which a cow must feel while her calf suckles a teat.
Although she was still in a state of extreme excitement, by the time I had reversed the roles of her breasts and had satisfied my curiosity about the breast I had released, Mary was again able to resume her account of events at her dance class while I continued to intermittently sooth and worry her recently transformed nipple. Her dance instructor took his time making a not entirely covert examination of her body. Without losing contact, His hands descended from her breasts down her torso to the bulge of her stomach, where he took the opportunity to enjoy the hollow at her navel and then test tone of her abdominal muscles. However, after palpating her abdomen, his sense of propriety prevented him from descending further, and he released her with a less than innocent peck on the forehead.
Confused, excited, and scared, Mary went to join her classmates who were arranging themselves in a line facing the wall mirror. Like a conductor, her instructor stood in front of the them with his back to the audience in the mirror. He then had them go through a series of exercises. Once she had reconciled herself to the fact that the reflection of her body was going to savored by every male in the class, the exercises which were relatively static caused Mary only minor embarrassment. In fact, after a while, she was able to derive real pleasure from the power her evolving image in the mirror had over her male classmates. However, when the exercises required that she leap, she was mortified by the show given her wildly bouncing breasts. Many ballerinas have pancakes for breasts, and even their breasts will be set in motion by the impact of landing. By comparison, Mary\'s breasts are succulent fruits on which gravity is able to act with a vengeance. Thus, with each leap, Mary\'s breasts could be seen to first become firm mounds on her chest as she ascended and then to perform a dance of their own upon her descent. Furthermore, her consternation increased rather than decreased with time. At the beginning of the exercises, her leotard acted as a veil. However, when sweat started poring from her body, what had been a veil became a second skin, and, as a consequence, no detail of her body was missing from the image in the mirror. Defiantly, Mary persevered in spite of her increasing embarrassment. The only time when her resolve came close to failing her was when the class broke into pairs, and she had to submit her essentially naked body to the hands of her partner so that he could hold her in various poses and occasionally lift her into the air.
When she arrived at this point in her tale, Mary told me that, except for some variations and repetitions, there was little else for her to tell me. Not only did I believe what she said, I knew and shared Mary\'s understandable desire to bring our game to consummation. Thus, after removing my own clothes, I went to the foot of the bed and, taking advantage of her dancer\'s limberness, raised Mary\'s legs until her thighs rested against the sides of her ribs. In this position, her buttock and the backs of her thighs resemble the cross-section of a pear which has been split down the middle, with her crotch replacing the hallow in which pear seeds reside. Moreover, this position renders all the most intimate parts of Mary\'s anatomy completely available to me. Thus, it took me no time at all to bring her clitoris back to the state in which I had abandoned it earlier, and having done so, I pressed my shoulders against her calves and, much to our mutual relief, entered her.
Besides the aesthetic pleasure which I derive from folding Mary into this position, I chose to do so at this point in order to prolong our game. Namely, folding her legs as I had distorts Mary\'s vagina so that it grips me in a way which enhances our pleasure and, simultaneously, inhibits completion. Hence, in spite our overwrought state and the unflagging contribution of the pump on Mary\'s left breast, considerable time passed before we reached our goal.
Needless to say, both of us considered the game a success. On the other hand, neither of us was keen on having a repeat match.
It was with such considerations in mind that suggested to my wife Mary that we invent a game for the purpose of inducing in each other a mild but prolonged state of erotic tension which, either because the circumstances prevented our doing so or by mutual consent, we would not hasten to alleviate by sexual intercourse.
The game we chose was intended to derive its potency from on our mutual interest in Mary\'s breasts. Mary has beautifully shaped, moderately sized breasts which, because of their firmness, sit proudly on her chest even when they are bare. The pleasure Mary derives from her breasts has two sources. In the first place, her breasts and nipples are exquisitely responsive and easily excited when fondled. Secondly, like anyone who has an asset which is appreciated by others, Mary is pleased by the knowledge that her breasts hold me, and other men, in thrall. Thus, not only does she enjoy the time which her breasts spend cradled in my hands or her nipples spend being worried by my fingers and mouth, she derives, albeit somewhat covert, pleasure from the attention which her breasts attract when they are on display under her clothes. For example, each week, Mary attends a dance class at which, to her considerable satisfaction, the males, and particularly the instructor, quite openly admire not just the general tone of her body but, especially, the firm prominence of her breasts under her leotard. In response to their interest, Mary takes more than usual care to make sure that her leotard displays her body to its best advantage when she goes to her dance class. On the other hand, being the well-bred girl that she is, Mary had never gone to her class less than modestly attired. In particular, she had always worn a bra and panties under her leotard. Thus, even though she had undoubtedly wondered how it would feel, she had never made her unprotected breasts available to her instructor\'s occasionally inquisitive hands.
Because I suspected that it would provoke in both of us the sort of ambivalent excitement which we were seeking, I suggested to Mary that she purposefully make her breasts more accessible at one of her dance classes. I was not suggesting that she flaunt her breasts but instead that she simply leave her breasts bare under her leotard. In addition, I told her that it would excite and frustrate me to prepare her breasts beforehand by stimulating them to a state in which they would be sensitive to even the slightest touch. Indeed, just the idea of my own participation in the preparation of her breasts for the hands of another man produced in me exactly the sort of erotic tension for which our game was intended.
Mary\'s initial reaction to my proposal was less than enthusiastic. Although she had learned to reconcile her conservative upbringing with her enjoyment of the admiring way in which men looked at her body, she was reluctant to recognize that she herself played more than a passive role. That is, so long as she did nothing flagrant to gain men\'s attention, her enjoyment in their appreciative stares fell within, if only barely, the code of behavior which she had been taught as a child. On the other hand, that code would be violated if she were to dress for her dance class in a way which explicitly announced that she herself had made her breasts more visible to the eyes and more vulnerable to the hands of all and sundry.
Nonetheless, in spite of these reservations, Mary found that she could not just dismiss my idea out of hand, and, over the course of the next few days, found herself increasingly open to it. For one thing, now that she was in her mid thirties, Mary realized that the blooming of her body soon would be coming to an end and that as its bloom waned so would its attraction to men. Hence, if not now, when? For another thing, she could not conceal from either of us the excitement she felt when she imagined having her unfettered breasts in the hands of a man who was not her husband, especially if her husband not only knew what was happening to her breasts but had been the person who had taken special care to make sure that they would be maximally responsive.
In the end, Mary\'s curiosity won the battle with her inhibitions, and, after about a week of vacillation, Mary told me that she was ready to play my game. Fortunately, I had been thinking in the meantime about the way in which I would prepare her breasts in the event that she agreed. In order to not be rushed either before or after her class, I asked Mary to schedule her next dance class for the following Saturday. On the morning of the class, I told Mary that I wanted her to keep her breasts bare so that they would be continuously available to me. As I explained to her, I wanted to accustom her to the experience of having her breasts touched without her anticipating it. In addition, in order to help her minimize the inevitable embarrassment which our game would cause her, I wanted to teach her to mask the excitement which she was experiencing. For this reason, I warned her that I might punish her if she allowed her face to register too clearly the pleasure which she was deriving from my attention to her breasts.
On the day of her class, the first time that I took advantage of the availability of her breasts was when Mary was leaning over the sink to brush her teeth. When she is leaning forward, Mary\'s breasts hang from her chest in the shape of two beautifully turned vessels. Further, because they are pendulous in this position, they lend themselves to more penetrating manipulation than they do when she is standing erect. Thus, when I reached under her arms, placed my palms over her nipples, and clasped her hanging breasts in my hands, my fingers were able to palpate deep into the intricate network of glands and nerves which lie beneath the surface. From past experience, I knew that Mary\'s response to such palpation of her breasts is to hunch forward in a way which renders her breasts even more available to deep penetration. At the same time, a beatific smile comes over her face as she indulges herself in the sensations which she is experiencing. Because I knew that she found particular satisfaction in this sort of manipulation of her breasts, I was not surprised that Mary gave herself over so totally to my ministrations that she completely forgot my instruction to disguise her reactions. As a reminder, I released her breasts and told her keep her face impassive while she watched me stretch her breasts by pulling down on her nipples, and, after a minute or so of watching and feeling her breasts being elongated, Mary was more careful about her response when I resumed my earlier manipulations.
After our session before the mirror in the bathroom, I decided that Mary should have her breakfast in relative peace. However, I did insist that she herself keep her nipples erect throughout. That is, whenever her nipples began to lose their prominence, I had her bring them back into erection with the same nonchalance with which she might readjust some piece of clothing. In view of the fact that her toothbrushing experience had left her both significantly aroused and aware of the repercussions for lapses in demeanor, it is not surprising that Mary had to interrupt her breakfast only once and that, when she did, she maintained the proper level of decorum while bringing her nipples back into erection. By the time that we finished breakfast, there was a little over an hour before she would leave for her class. In order to make sure that her breasts would remain at the center of her attention, I had her put on a bra which we had designed to present her breasts in an exaggerated manner. Namely, by removing the cups from an athletic brassiere which was a size too small, we created a structure which holds Mary\'s breasts only at their base. As a result, when she is wearing this bra, her breasts are thrust into prominence without being concealed. Further, by using buckles which we sewed into them, we can adjust the straps holding her breasts to exacerbate their constriction. That is, we can tighten the straps around the base of her breast, thereby causing the rest of her breast to look and feel as if it were isolated from her body. The result is dramatic, particularly because, after several minutes, the taut surface of Mary\'s breasts takes on a distinctly pink tone, her areolae enlarge, and her nipples become engorged. For obvious reasons, when Mary dons this bra, it becomes impossible for either of us to ignore her breasts.
Once Mary had put on this bra and I had adjusted the straps, I asked her sit cross-legged on the floor with her back straight and shoulders pulled back while her breasts underwent the transformation described above. When they had, I armed myself with a stiff feather and, sitting directly in front of her and staring her in the eye, I used the feather to stimulate the already ruddy globes of her breasts. In spite of the teasing sensation of the feather on her breasts, Mary was able to maintain her composure for quite a while. However, as the focus of my activity converged on her engorged nipples, Mary found it increasingly difficult to keep her body and face from broadcasting the frustrated excitement which she was experiencing, and her attempt to do so completely failed when her nipples became the victim of the feather\'s insidious attack. Because her nipples received insufficient satisfaction from the fleeting sensation provided by the feather, first her frustration became clearly written on Mary\'s face, and then, in the hope that it would help to relieve her frustration, she dropped her straight-backed posture, hunched her shoulders, and thrust her breasts in my direction. Her punishment for this lapse was born by her areolae. To be precise, after reversing the feather, I used the quill to prick the highly sensitive area where the stalk of her nipple emerges from the areola. Even when it has no other sources of distress, the pricking of such an intimate target is hard to bear, and when the target is under the sort of duress to which Mary\'s breasts were being exposed, the effect is devastating. Hence, it took only a few pricks to make Mary aware of her indiscretion and correct it by resuming the posture and facial expression which I had demanded.
Even though she was incapable of completely hiding the tension which she felt, I was satisfied that she had learned her lesson. In addition, I feared that further stimulation of her breasts would be counterproductive in that it would only reduce their sensitivity to what lay in store for them at the dance class. Thus, shortly after she had regained her composure and I had tested that she could prevent herself from having another lapse, I stopped my teasing of her breasts and pointedly reminded Mary that I would not be the next man to touch them. Mary, her breasts still tingling and her body craving greater satisfaction, resignedly got to her feet, removed the bra from her breasts, and withdrew to the bathroom to take a shower and make sure that her body was presentable for the next stage. When she emerged from her shower, pink, thoroughly scrubbed, and carefully shaved, she went to our bedroom and, with great care, chose the leotard under which her body would be presented at her dance class.
Knowing that it would increase the sexual tension for both of us, the one which she chose emphasizes the accessibility of the body which it is covering. Loosely modeled on the dresses worn in ancient Greece, the upper half of this leotard consists of two flaps which run from the front of the midriff, crisscross over the breasts, and join behind the neck to form a panel which covers the back and ends in a pair of ties which, after circling the midriff, are secured in place by a bow just above the buttock. As they did in essentially every aspect of life, the Greeks knew what they were doing when they came up with this design: there is no more pleasing a way to present the bust of a woman whose breasts are as nicely shaped as Mary\'s. In particular, although there is nothing immodest about the design, the way that the flaps cross right at the cleavage appears to be an invitation to inquiring hands. Thus, when she came into the living room to give me a preview, I admitted that I had second thoughts about the game which I had started, and my reservations only increased when she demonstrated how, as she performed various dance exercises, her breasts bobbed and her nipples traced a path under her bodice. I also noticed that, in an act of defiance, she had chosen to forego any panties: except for the less than complete cover provided by her leotard, she was naked. Nevertheless, I was not about to weasel out at this point, and, after giving her an affectionate pat on her scantily clad rump, I gallantly helped her into her overcoat and sped her on her way.
Because Mary\'s dance classes last about an hour and a half, I had plenty of time to imagine what Mary was experiencing at her class and think about how we should proceed when she returned. Hoping that it would help me pass the time, I went out to do some errands. While shopping for mundane items in the drugstore, I happened upon an aisle devoted to maternity needs. Going down that aisle, my attention was caught by a box with a picture of a woman using a breast pump to collect her milk. Although the picture was studiously chaste, it appeared that the pump was connected via a tube to a plastic shell which covered the woman\'s breast in much the same way that the cup of a bra would, and, according to the written description, the strength with which the pump sucked could be modulated over a wide range of settings. Probably, at any other time I would have passed this display without really noticing it. However, with Mary\'s breasts were very much on my mind, I could not ignore the possibility that this device might have other, less chaste, applications, one of which I was already planning. Thus, along with the toilet paper and other banal products on my errand list, I bought the breast pump which seemed to possess the greatest versatility.
By the time that I got back home, more than an hour had passed and Mary would be returning soon. Thus, after putting away all my other purchases, I immediately began to study the operating instructions for the breast pump. Having chosen the one which provided the most settings, I was gratified to find that, when I placed it on my bare stomach, I could vary the suction strength from a level at which is was hardly perceptible to a level at which it was impossible to ignore, especially if, instead of a man\'s stomach, it were attached to a woman\'s breast. Having become familiar with its possibilities, I took the device into our bedroom and left it on Mary\'s bedside table. Needless to say, all these preparations did nothing to relieve the mixed emotions which I felt about the game in which Mary and I were engaged. On the contrary, when Mary at last returned, my imagination was hard at work both on what she had been experiencing during her absence and what I hoped the two of us would be experiencing now that she was back home.
From the flushed color of Mary\'s face, it was clear to me that her dance class had not been dull. As with everything else, Mary does not spare herself when she is at her dance class. However, never before had I seen her in the state that she was when she came through our front door. Usually, her dance class drains her physically and restores her mentally, but this time it had done neither. Instead, both her mind and her body had been left in a highly charged, if somewhat exhausted, state, and, after helping her out of her overcoat, I immediately began to understand why. Indeed, her own sweat had plastered her leotard to her skin in a way which left no feature of her body hidden. Not only her breasts and nipples but also the pleasing rounded curve of her firm stomach, including the subtle dip made by her belly button, were all on display. Strange to say, instead of being either angry or jealous, my reaction to this discovery was one of excited curiosity. I was burning to learn how my normally modest Mary felt when, working her body in front of the large wall mirror at the dance studio, she saw the blatantly erotic image which she was presenting to the world. However, it was not my intention to debrief her in the front hall, and so I lifted her warm body in my arms and, after depositing her on our bed, peeled off her clinging leotard.
With its covering removed, I could see that Mary\'s whole body was aglow. The skin covering the well worked muscles of her legs, stomach, and shoulders was suffused with that pink hue that comes from prolonged exercise. But it was sight of her breasts which was really striking. I had last seen them in the reddened and highly sensitized state I had spent an hour producing. To my surprise, that was the state in which, after more than two hours, they still were, a discovery which did nothing but confirm my earlier conclusion that Mary had not been bored at her dance class. As soon as I had gathered my wits, I told Mary that I wanted her to give me a blow by blow account of everything, including her own reactions, she had experienced at her dance class. I also told her that during her narration, I would remain silent but would work on her body in a way that I hoped would communicate my own reactions to what I was hearing.
Before she began, I introduced Mary to the breast pump. Sitting by her right side, I had her make her breasts more malleable by lifting her shoulders off the bed while I placed the cup over her right breast and turned on the pump. It took less than half a minute for the pump to create sufficient vacuum to make the cup adhere to the surface of her breast so that, even after she lay back down, her right breast remained suspended in the cup rather than flattening the way her left breast did. As a result, when Mary looked at her chest, she saw one breast resting naturally against her chest and the other breast drawn away from her chest into the translucent cup. Of course, she was also very much aware of the relentless action of the pump which, as it was supposed to, sucked on her nipple and pulled it into a bulge in the surface of the cup. By turning the control, I demonstrated how I could modulate the vacuum between a level at which her breast would remain in the cup but would be otherwise relaxed and a level at which her breast, and particularly her nipple, would be subjected to considerable stress. After this little demonstration, I moved to sit on Mary\'s left side, and, caressing her neglected left breast with my hands, asked her to begin her tale.
Mary\'s lack of underwear was apparent to all from moment the she took her place at the barre. Even before her sweat had turned her leotard into a second skin, her every movement made it clear that her breasts were free and would be undergoing a visible transformation each time she changed her position. For example, when she raised her leg to the barre and arched her body over it, her breasts lay suspended in the folds of her leotard like ripe mellons in the apron of peasant, and, when she stretched back, they were flattened against the leotard in a way that brought her nipples into erect prominence. Because the wall behind the barre was covered by a mirror, Mary was completely cognizant of the delectable image which she would be presenting to her colleagues for the duration of the class, and this knowledge filled her with a mixture of pride and trepidation which, on the one hand, excited her sexually and, on the other hand, made it difficult for her to enjoy her excitement.
At first Mary seemed in danger of having her trepidation win out. Indeed, when, with her leg still on the barre, she examined her reflection more carefully, she realized that her breasts were not the only intimate part of her anatomy which would be on view: at the top of her stretched groin, the outline of her labia was clearly imprinted on the stretched fabric of her leotard. Of course, she had often noticed that a hint of the details below showed through even when she was wearing panties, but what she saw now was much more than a hint. If the reflected image caused her so much concern, how was she going to react when, as it was sure to be, her leg as being stretched to its limit while she was clasped in the powerful arms of either the dance instructor or one of her other dance partners? Either her barely covered crotch would be being crushed against the body of her partner or it would be being put on display, and neither eventuality was one Mary could contemplate with equanimity.
I could well appreciate the tumultuous emotions which swept over Mary when she recognized just how thoroughly exposed she was going to be for the next hour. In fact, even though the events she was describing were long over, I shared both her excitement and her trepidation about them. To communicate my emotions to Mary, I abandoned her left breast, shifted my position so that I was sitting by her hips, and turned my attentions to the region about which she was talking. After coaxing her thighs apart, I spread her labia and, while my thumb and little finger held them open, I used my index finger to tap on the tip of her clitoris with a measured beat which was far too light and slow to provoke an orgasm but was more than sufficient to remind her just how vulnerable she had been and still was.
The action of my fingers in her crotch combined with that of the pump on her breast to make it impossible for Mary to keep a tremor out of her voice as she continued her story. Nonetheless, continue she did. After she had finished her warm-up exercises at the barre, the instructor came over to work with her. From the smile on his face, she could tell that he knew her vulnerability and had no compunctions about taking advantage of it. In fact, without further ado, he asked her to lean against the wall while he slowly raised her right leg to his shoulder. As her tendons loosened, he moved closer to her until her fully stretched thigh was supported against his chest and his hands grazed against the increasingly damp material of her leotard. When he had her leg as high as it had ever been, he looked directly into her eyes and put his left hand on her right arm to stabilize her while he relentlessly increased the pressure he was exerting on her leg. After several minutes, the muscles in Mary\'s right leg began to tremble and, in an effort to give them some relief, she raised her herself on the toes of her left foot. At first this maneuver provided her some respite. However, her left leg soon became as exhausted as her right, with the result that she lost her balance and collapsed into waiting arms of her instructor. Weak from the stress of having her limbs stretched, Mary allowed her instructor to mold her body to himself, and, much to her own surprise, she reacted with relief rather anger even when his hand accidently\'\' caressed on her breast as he was shifting her position.
Because my own agitation increased steadily as Mary related this scene, I steadily increased the tempo of my tapping on her clitoris until, because it had become impossible for her to concentrate adequately on what she was saying, she broke off her narration and, with tightly closed eyes, turned her head from side to side as she gasped in tantalized frustration. Pleased to have found such an appropriate and effective way to convey the sense of frustration her story induced in me, I continued to strum her stalk of pleasure for the slightly sadistic purpose of suspending her just below the threshold at which she could achieve orgasm. Having kept her in this state for several minutes, I relented, and, after fetching a towel, I wiped the sweat off her furrowed brow and trembling body. I then released her right breast from its travail, installed the milking cup on her left breast, and set the pump to work again, this time at a level which forced the areola to completely fill the bulge. Both of us were impressed by the consequences to Mary\'s right breast of having spent close to half an hour at the mercy of the breast pump. Not only was her breast a livid pink, but the areola appeared to have expanded to twice its normal size and her nipple resembled a dug at which a hungry mouth had been sucking. In fascination, I ran my fingers over its surface and discovered that the machine seemed to have left it both more malleable and more sensitive than usual. In particular, her nipple appeared to have been temporarily elongated and, when I bent it back and forth, gave Mary the sort of profound sense of comfort which a cow must feel while her calf suckles a teat.
Although she was still in a state of extreme excitement, by the time I had reversed the roles of her breasts and had satisfied my curiosity about the breast I had released, Mary was again able to resume her account of events at her dance class while I continued to intermittently sooth and worry her recently transformed nipple. Her dance instructor took his time making a not entirely covert examination of her body. Without losing contact, His hands descended from her breasts down her torso to the bulge of her stomach, where he took the opportunity to enjoy the hollow at her navel and then test tone of her abdominal muscles. However, after palpating her abdomen, his sense of propriety prevented him from descending further, and he released her with a less than innocent peck on the forehead.
Confused, excited, and scared, Mary went to join her classmates who were arranging themselves in a line facing the wall mirror. Like a conductor, her instructor stood in front of the them with his back to the audience in the mirror. He then had them go through a series of exercises. Once she had reconciled herself to the fact that the reflection of her body was going to savored by every male in the class, the exercises which were relatively static caused Mary only minor embarrassment. In fact, after a while, she was able to derive real pleasure from the power her evolving image in the mirror had over her male classmates. However, when the exercises required that she leap, she was mortified by the show given her wildly bouncing breasts. Many ballerinas have pancakes for breasts, and even their breasts will be set in motion by the impact of landing. By comparison, Mary\'s breasts are succulent fruits on which gravity is able to act with a vengeance. Thus, with each leap, Mary\'s breasts could be seen to first become firm mounds on her chest as she ascended and then to perform a dance of their own upon her descent. Furthermore, her consternation increased rather than decreased with time. At the beginning of the exercises, her leotard acted as a veil. However, when sweat started poring from her body, what had been a veil became a second skin, and, as a consequence, no detail of her body was missing from the image in the mirror. Defiantly, Mary persevered in spite of her increasing embarrassment. The only time when her resolve came close to failing her was when the class broke into pairs, and she had to submit her essentially naked body to the hands of her partner so that he could hold her in various poses and occasionally lift her into the air.
When she arrived at this point in her tale, Mary told me that, except for some variations and repetitions, there was little else for her to tell me. Not only did I believe what she said, I knew and shared Mary\'s understandable desire to bring our game to consummation. Thus, after removing my own clothes, I went to the foot of the bed and, taking advantage of her dancer\'s limberness, raised Mary\'s legs until her thighs rested against the sides of her ribs. In this position, her buttock and the backs of her thighs resemble the cross-section of a pear which has been split down the middle, with her crotch replacing the hallow in which pear seeds reside. Moreover, this position renders all the most intimate parts of Mary\'s anatomy completely available to me. Thus, it took me no time at all to bring her clitoris back to the state in which I had abandoned it earlier, and having done so, I pressed my shoulders against her calves and, much to our mutual relief, entered her.
Besides the aesthetic pleasure which I derive from folding Mary into this position, I chose to do so at this point in order to prolong our game. Namely, folding her legs as I had distorts Mary\'s vagina so that it grips me in a way which enhances our pleasure and, simultaneously, inhibits completion. Hence, in spite our overwrought state and the unflagging contribution of the pump on Mary\'s left breast, considerable time passed before we reached our goal.
Needless to say, both of us considered the game a success. On the other hand, neither of us was keen on having a repeat match.
Part 1 of A Whore is Born
This story details the life changing events of Akiko a gorgeous 25 year old married Japanese woman as it was told to me by her. A few years ago Akiko made the pilgrimage to Honolulu to celebrate Golden Week a series of Japanese holidays. Akiko made the trip with her friend Harumi. The week of her trip was utterly unimportant and uneventful until the night before her departure home. Akiko and Harumi went to a club with other Japanese revelers and Akiko found herself alone at the bar after Harumi left to be with her date.
Akiko lounged at the bar and sipped her drink looking out onto the dance floor as he people swayed to the rhythm of the music. She is 52 103lbs. Dressed in a sexy and sultry short yellow dress with lace panties and no bra to support her lovely C-cups. Her inviting attire only added fuel to the fire as he moved in.
Hi my name is Michael may I buy you a drink? The voice startled Akiko and when she swiveled in her chair she turned and saw a tall strikingly handsome black man with his hand outstretched.
Hello, I am Akiko. Sure Id appreciate that. In her mind Akiko was far more cautious than her exterior hinted at. She had no experience on any level with black men but reasoned being far away form home she neednt worry about the social acceptances of her culture. There could be no harm in sharing a drink and conversation with this man even if he is black. They made small talk about the Islands, resorts, weather and the like.
The bar became noisy and Michael suggested that they move to a private couch in a dark area of the club. He ordered two more drinks as they adjourned to the couch. As they continued the small talk Michael began to visually soak in the allure of her Asian body. He noticed her dark nipples poking thru the thin summer dress, the fullness of her breast and the bare skin of her thighs as his eyes ran over his prize.
Akiko barely noticed his prying glances partly due to the alcohol and also because she perceived this to be an innocent encounter. She never imagined he may be physically interested in her and she could not be in him.
Michael put his interest and his intentions on full display when he placed a hand on her thigh. Akiko was shocked but didnt ask him to remove it but stared at his hand as he caressed her slowly. This couldnt be happening and it shouldnt be happening. Not me. Not here, not now,not with this black man. Her attention was focused on his hand and his words went in and out of her ears as she decided the best way to handle this delicate situation. Akiko found that she was curious and attracted to this forbidden fruit. A stranger in a strange land. Honolulu would be her dirty secret she concluded. Whether it was the alcohol or the need for attention this would be her course of action. She would be gone in the morning taking her secret away forever.
Abruptly Akiko placed her hand on Michaels thigh and he responded by moving his hand up under her dress and rubbed her curious pussy through her dampening panties. She let out a silent moan and reached over and rubbed what was the thickest longest dick she had ever dreamed of. She rubbed the massive tool through his pants and he pushed her panties aside and played with her moist pussy with his fingers. He suddenly pulled Akiko to her feet and led her to a corner on the dance floor. What took place next was less dancing and more foreplay as Michaels long cock rubbed right beneath her breasts and he cupped her shapely ass with his hands making her dress rise. Ordinarily this would be something that she would never have done but again tonight was very different. They danced for a few more minutes until Michael led her from the club towards the parking lot.
About 200 feet from the entrance Michael stopped between cars in a dimly lit spot and lifted Akikos dress exposing her lace clad pussy and bra-less tits. He fondled her hot body for his pleasure. Suddenly he placed his hands on her shoulders to push her down. Akiko tried to refuse but he insisted and there she was on her knees in the parking lot before this towering black man. He reached in his pants and pulled out a throbbing nine inch black snake that grew by the second. He wanted Akiko to suck his cock right now. She again tried to refuse turning away but he held her head still and rubbed his rigid cock all over her face pushing himself in. Akiko relented. She opened her mouth and accepted his black tool. He put his hands in her hair and guided her mouth back and forth over his hungry black cock. Akiko had never had a cock so large in her mouth he was literally stuffing her delicate face with the biggest dick she had ever seen. She was becoming wet and ravaged with lust when he grunted and held her still while he emptied his load deep into her belly. Akiko dutifully swallowed every drop. Michael helped her to her feet and they started to walk away.
Michael playfully slapped her ass and pinched her as they strolled to a destination unknown to Akiko. They acted like new lovers on a romantic stroll until they arrived at an apartment complex. Michael took Akiko up to his apartment and once inside began to immediately disrobe. Akiko announced that she would like to take a shower and proceeded to do so. When Akiko emerged form the bathroom Michael was naked on his bed with his long black cock standing at attention for her. Akiko was intoxicated not only from the liquor but the decadent situation as well. She lay down next to him and he went between her legs to taste his fresh fruit. He licked and sucked her into a wet frenzy and climbed up for entry. He pushed his long pole into her filling her like never before and began to stroke slow and steady. Akiko was in ecstasy as she felt her pussy stretch and wrap itself around the bulging stick invading her moist tunnel. Michael began to fuck her with more force banging away at his Asian toy. Then he threw a new ingredient into the lusty mix. As he pounded her Japanese pussy harder and harder he called her names.
Take my black cock slut!
This is what you like isnt it whore?
I know this is what a hot bitch like you needs!
Akiko was taken aback by his words. Never before had this happened to her. It shouldve been degrading but it was not. Far from degrading it was like an aphrodisiac pushing her to new heights. She felt like a slut. She was behaving like a whore and she did like what she was getting. She loved the names he called her and wanted more.
Michael pounded away at her snatch mauling her breasts and then turning her over and drilling her from behind. He took great delight in her squeals, was empowered by the nasty names he called her and reveled in watching her petite body shake and tremble at every powerful thrust. He watched her ass ripple and sway meeting his savage thrusts making her cum over and over. Finally he withdrew his tool and turned Akiko over to shower her stomach and tits with white hot black cum. They collapsed into a heap and Akiko got up to shower again as Michael laid peacefully. When she returned he was sound asleep and she cuddled next to him. She would leave in the morning with plenty of time to make her flight.
Around 3am Akiko woke to the sounds of doors slamming and muffled voices. The television in the living room garbled the conversation. Akiko realized Michael was not in the room and started to get dressed in case someone entered the room. She could tell there were at least three voices with one of those belonging to Michael. She pulled on her panties and was reaching for her dress when the door sprung open. It was Michael but her relief was short lived.
My friends and I are going to fuck you Akiko. She shook her head and protested. Michael was undeterred.
Youll love it honey dont even sweat it he said as he moved in. Behind him came two other tall black men. One was rather handsome and well built while the other was bald overweight with a tattoo on his arm. He also spoke in a Rastafarian dialect. Michael reached for Akikos tits and squeezed roughly while the other two surrounded her. She feebly tried to cover herself but saw no escape and gave in. Her panties were pulled off and six hands began to maul her body. Michael offered her his rigid cock to suck and Akiko obliged while the other men fondled her body. Michael was obviously excited at the situation as he used her mouth more aggressively than before. He wrapped his hands in her silky locks and fucked her face. He wasnt interested in her skill only his pleasure. Her tits were being savagely used and fingers were probing her pussy. Mr.Tattoo stepped in front of her to have his cock sucked soon followed by Mr.Handsome. They took turns fucking their new sluts face showering her with verbal assaults while they face fucked the Asian beauty.
Look hot wet this whore is!
We should fuck this slut all night
Mr.Tattoo went behind Akiko and slid his fat cock into her doggy style while she sucked the other two. He held her hips tightly and plowed her soaking snatch repeatedly. He fucked her as mean as he looked. He viciously smacked her ass and every stroke knocked the air from her lungs. They tried to keep a dick in her mouth to keep her quiet but it was useless as she was being fucked too hard by a dick too big to keep quiet. They rubbed their swollen cocks over her face and outstretched tongue while Mr.Tattoo deep drilled her pussy. Finally he bellowed out Yeeeesssssss slut and blasted her unprotected womb with a torrent of cum. Mr.Tattoo stood to the side jacking himself back to life while Mr.Handsome took his place in her pussy.
Mr.Handsome fucked her feverishly grabbing her arms and pulling off and on his engorged cock. She was coming continuously. as he too emptied himself inside her quivering slit. Michael stood to the side marveling at the Asian slut. He cheered his friends on imploring to fuck his whore as hard as they liked.
Mr.Tattoo once again stood behind Akiko and she spread her legs wider allowing him easy entry. She was shocked when he placed his raging black meat at her ass. Michael swooped in and held her body as Mr.Tattoo pushed his cock in. Her ass was soaked from the juices from her dripping pussy. She squirmed to no avail and her body was racked with a pain she never felt and she begged for them to stop. It only further their twisted passion as he began to get deeper. He held her hips like a vice and banged her upturned ass. She wailed out in pain and ecstasy as he chastised her during his assault.
How does it feel to have a black log in your Japanese ass? You like having your ass fucked dont you? He slapped her stuffed ass for emphasis. Michael and Mr.Handsome slapped her face with their rigid cocks while they waited their turn. One by one they fucked her ass with their huge cocks giving her a sensation and a pleasure she never thought was possible. Slapping her insulting her at every turn they used her like a piece of meat and she loved it.
Michael slid under her while Mr.Handsome plowed her ass and slid his thick dick into her drooling snatch. Mr.Tattoo stepped up and presented his tool to her mouth for the final piece to the puzzle. She was triple penetrated by three giant black cocks taking the breath from her body. They pushed and pulled stroked and poked all her holes sadistically. Her body was alive with sensations that she had until know couldnt possibly imagine. These black men were fucking her like a cheap whore and she liked the feeling. She wanted them to use her for their pleasure. She was happy to be their whore on this wonderful night.
They pounded her body using her petite frame as leverage to get their cocks in deeper and deeper fucking her mercilessly. Finally the pulled from her holes and surrounded her while she lay on her back exhausted. They jacked their cocks simultaneously until Mr.Tattoo started the procession by erupting and spewing cum all over her face and breasts. He was closely followed by Michael and Mr.Handsome who hosed down her face breasts and hairless pussy with their own searing seed. Akiko was covered in the cum of three black strangers and her life seemed whole. She had been used fucked degraded and raped. But it felt right. She drifted off to sleep.
The morning came and Akiko dressed and left the men still sleeping. She arrived to her hotel room and received a message from Harumi to be ready in an hour. Her body was sore and tender from the previous night but the truest impression was a mental one. She felt new and reborn. She reflected on her ordeal and decided it was what she craved. She had never been with a black man. Never been with three men. Never had anal. Never been triple penetrated. Now it was all she needed. She was officially a black cock lover forever. This is only the beginning. She never even knew Michaels last name or phone number but it was irrelevant his work was done. He unlocked the door to her future. An eventful future indeed.
I would like to thank Michael for the gift he has given me. He planted a seed the came to fruition. The seed has grown into a fully bloomed flower. A Japanese flower that requires special care. She needs black cock and lots of it. I am the provider of her nourishment and I owe it all to him. Thank you Michael. Any questions or comments about this or future installments please feel free to express them.
Akiko lounged at the bar and sipped her drink looking out onto the dance floor as he people swayed to the rhythm of the music. She is 52 103lbs. Dressed in a sexy and sultry short yellow dress with lace panties and no bra to support her lovely C-cups. Her inviting attire only added fuel to the fire as he moved in.
Hi my name is Michael may I buy you a drink? The voice startled Akiko and when she swiveled in her chair she turned and saw a tall strikingly handsome black man with his hand outstretched.
Hello, I am Akiko. Sure Id appreciate that. In her mind Akiko was far more cautious than her exterior hinted at. She had no experience on any level with black men but reasoned being far away form home she neednt worry about the social acceptances of her culture. There could be no harm in sharing a drink and conversation with this man even if he is black. They made small talk about the Islands, resorts, weather and the like.
The bar became noisy and Michael suggested that they move to a private couch in a dark area of the club. He ordered two more drinks as they adjourned to the couch. As they continued the small talk Michael began to visually soak in the allure of her Asian body. He noticed her dark nipples poking thru the thin summer dress, the fullness of her breast and the bare skin of her thighs as his eyes ran over his prize.
Akiko barely noticed his prying glances partly due to the alcohol and also because she perceived this to be an innocent encounter. She never imagined he may be physically interested in her and she could not be in him.
Michael put his interest and his intentions on full display when he placed a hand on her thigh. Akiko was shocked but didnt ask him to remove it but stared at his hand as he caressed her slowly. This couldnt be happening and it shouldnt be happening. Not me. Not here, not now,not with this black man. Her attention was focused on his hand and his words went in and out of her ears as she decided the best way to handle this delicate situation. Akiko found that she was curious and attracted to this forbidden fruit. A stranger in a strange land. Honolulu would be her dirty secret she concluded. Whether it was the alcohol or the need for attention this would be her course of action. She would be gone in the morning taking her secret away forever.
Abruptly Akiko placed her hand on Michaels thigh and he responded by moving his hand up under her dress and rubbed her curious pussy through her dampening panties. She let out a silent moan and reached over and rubbed what was the thickest longest dick she had ever dreamed of. She rubbed the massive tool through his pants and he pushed her panties aside and played with her moist pussy with his fingers. He suddenly pulled Akiko to her feet and led her to a corner on the dance floor. What took place next was less dancing and more foreplay as Michaels long cock rubbed right beneath her breasts and he cupped her shapely ass with his hands making her dress rise. Ordinarily this would be something that she would never have done but again tonight was very different. They danced for a few more minutes until Michael led her from the club towards the parking lot.
About 200 feet from the entrance Michael stopped between cars in a dimly lit spot and lifted Akikos dress exposing her lace clad pussy and bra-less tits. He fondled her hot body for his pleasure. Suddenly he placed his hands on her shoulders to push her down. Akiko tried to refuse but he insisted and there she was on her knees in the parking lot before this towering black man. He reached in his pants and pulled out a throbbing nine inch black snake that grew by the second. He wanted Akiko to suck his cock right now. She again tried to refuse turning away but he held her head still and rubbed his rigid cock all over her face pushing himself in. Akiko relented. She opened her mouth and accepted his black tool. He put his hands in her hair and guided her mouth back and forth over his hungry black cock. Akiko had never had a cock so large in her mouth he was literally stuffing her delicate face with the biggest dick she had ever seen. She was becoming wet and ravaged with lust when he grunted and held her still while he emptied his load deep into her belly. Akiko dutifully swallowed every drop. Michael helped her to her feet and they started to walk away.
Michael playfully slapped her ass and pinched her as they strolled to a destination unknown to Akiko. They acted like new lovers on a romantic stroll until they arrived at an apartment complex. Michael took Akiko up to his apartment and once inside began to immediately disrobe. Akiko announced that she would like to take a shower and proceeded to do so. When Akiko emerged form the bathroom Michael was naked on his bed with his long black cock standing at attention for her. Akiko was intoxicated not only from the liquor but the decadent situation as well. She lay down next to him and he went between her legs to taste his fresh fruit. He licked and sucked her into a wet frenzy and climbed up for entry. He pushed his long pole into her filling her like never before and began to stroke slow and steady. Akiko was in ecstasy as she felt her pussy stretch and wrap itself around the bulging stick invading her moist tunnel. Michael began to fuck her with more force banging away at his Asian toy. Then he threw a new ingredient into the lusty mix. As he pounded her Japanese pussy harder and harder he called her names.
Take my black cock slut!
This is what you like isnt it whore?
I know this is what a hot bitch like you needs!
Akiko was taken aback by his words. Never before had this happened to her. It shouldve been degrading but it was not. Far from degrading it was like an aphrodisiac pushing her to new heights. She felt like a slut. She was behaving like a whore and she did like what she was getting. She loved the names he called her and wanted more.
Michael pounded away at her snatch mauling her breasts and then turning her over and drilling her from behind. He took great delight in her squeals, was empowered by the nasty names he called her and reveled in watching her petite body shake and tremble at every powerful thrust. He watched her ass ripple and sway meeting his savage thrusts making her cum over and over. Finally he withdrew his tool and turned Akiko over to shower her stomach and tits with white hot black cum. They collapsed into a heap and Akiko got up to shower again as Michael laid peacefully. When she returned he was sound asleep and she cuddled next to him. She would leave in the morning with plenty of time to make her flight.
Around 3am Akiko woke to the sounds of doors slamming and muffled voices. The television in the living room garbled the conversation. Akiko realized Michael was not in the room and started to get dressed in case someone entered the room. She could tell there were at least three voices with one of those belonging to Michael. She pulled on her panties and was reaching for her dress when the door sprung open. It was Michael but her relief was short lived.
My friends and I are going to fuck you Akiko. She shook her head and protested. Michael was undeterred.
Youll love it honey dont even sweat it he said as he moved in. Behind him came two other tall black men. One was rather handsome and well built while the other was bald overweight with a tattoo on his arm. He also spoke in a Rastafarian dialect. Michael reached for Akikos tits and squeezed roughly while the other two surrounded her. She feebly tried to cover herself but saw no escape and gave in. Her panties were pulled off and six hands began to maul her body. Michael offered her his rigid cock to suck and Akiko obliged while the other men fondled her body. Michael was obviously excited at the situation as he used her mouth more aggressively than before. He wrapped his hands in her silky locks and fucked her face. He wasnt interested in her skill only his pleasure. Her tits were being savagely used and fingers were probing her pussy. Mr.Tattoo stepped in front of her to have his cock sucked soon followed by Mr.Handsome. They took turns fucking their new sluts face showering her with verbal assaults while they face fucked the Asian beauty.
Look hot wet this whore is!
We should fuck this slut all night
Mr.Tattoo went behind Akiko and slid his fat cock into her doggy style while she sucked the other two. He held her hips tightly and plowed her soaking snatch repeatedly. He fucked her as mean as he looked. He viciously smacked her ass and every stroke knocked the air from her lungs. They tried to keep a dick in her mouth to keep her quiet but it was useless as she was being fucked too hard by a dick too big to keep quiet. They rubbed their swollen cocks over her face and outstretched tongue while Mr.Tattoo deep drilled her pussy. Finally he bellowed out Yeeeesssssss slut and blasted her unprotected womb with a torrent of cum. Mr.Tattoo stood to the side jacking himself back to life while Mr.Handsome took his place in her pussy.
Mr.Handsome fucked her feverishly grabbing her arms and pulling off and on his engorged cock. She was coming continuously. as he too emptied himself inside her quivering slit. Michael stood to the side marveling at the Asian slut. He cheered his friends on imploring to fuck his whore as hard as they liked.
Mr.Tattoo once again stood behind Akiko and she spread her legs wider allowing him easy entry. She was shocked when he placed his raging black meat at her ass. Michael swooped in and held her body as Mr.Tattoo pushed his cock in. Her ass was soaked from the juices from her dripping pussy. She squirmed to no avail and her body was racked with a pain she never felt and she begged for them to stop. It only further their twisted passion as he began to get deeper. He held her hips like a vice and banged her upturned ass. She wailed out in pain and ecstasy as he chastised her during his assault.
How does it feel to have a black log in your Japanese ass? You like having your ass fucked dont you? He slapped her stuffed ass for emphasis. Michael and Mr.Handsome slapped her face with their rigid cocks while they waited their turn. One by one they fucked her ass with their huge cocks giving her a sensation and a pleasure she never thought was possible. Slapping her insulting her at every turn they used her like a piece of meat and she loved it.
Michael slid under her while Mr.Handsome plowed her ass and slid his thick dick into her drooling snatch. Mr.Tattoo stepped up and presented his tool to her mouth for the final piece to the puzzle. She was triple penetrated by three giant black cocks taking the breath from her body. They pushed and pulled stroked and poked all her holes sadistically. Her body was alive with sensations that she had until know couldnt possibly imagine. These black men were fucking her like a cheap whore and she liked the feeling. She wanted them to use her for their pleasure. She was happy to be their whore on this wonderful night.
They pounded her body using her petite frame as leverage to get their cocks in deeper and deeper fucking her mercilessly. Finally the pulled from her holes and surrounded her while she lay on her back exhausted. They jacked their cocks simultaneously until Mr.Tattoo started the procession by erupting and spewing cum all over her face and breasts. He was closely followed by Michael and Mr.Handsome who hosed down her face breasts and hairless pussy with their own searing seed. Akiko was covered in the cum of three black strangers and her life seemed whole. She had been used fucked degraded and raped. But it felt right. She drifted off to sleep.
The morning came and Akiko dressed and left the men still sleeping. She arrived to her hotel room and received a message from Harumi to be ready in an hour. Her body was sore and tender from the previous night but the truest impression was a mental one. She felt new and reborn. She reflected on her ordeal and decided it was what she craved. She had never been with a black man. Never been with three men. Never had anal. Never been triple penetrated. Now it was all she needed. She was officially a black cock lover forever. This is only the beginning. She never even knew Michaels last name or phone number but it was irrelevant his work was done. He unlocked the door to her future. An eventful future indeed.
I would like to thank Michael for the gift he has given me. He planted a seed the came to fruition. The seed has grown into a fully bloomed flower. A Japanese flower that requires special care. She needs black cock and lots of it. I am the provider of her nourishment and I owe it all to him. Thank you Michael. Any questions or comments about this or future installments please feel free to express them.
Our Internet Romance
He writes.
Oh, my dearest darling; we shall start with a glass of wine or two, and banter back and forth-getting to know something of one another.
I will reach over and stroke your cheek ever so lightly. Feeling the tenderness and warmth of my touches and caresses, your head will lilt back gently, your eyes will flutter and close slightly. At the same time, your ruby red lips will part slightly and coyly, yet eagerly awaiting the touch of mine against yours.
I will kiss you softly and gently, full across your tender lips. As I pull back away from you I will pause and then lean in again and stroke the width of your lips with the tip of my tongue.making you burn with heat and desire for more!
As your rise to meet my invitation I will slide the full length of my tongue deep within your lips, probing every crevice of your searing hot mouth. Our bodies will mesh together and our breaths become short and passionate.
The kissing will continue, becoming more and more intense. Slowly, kisses will turn to nibbles and passion licks and love bites. Our hands will begin to search for the heat and passion each of us crave from the other.
Our clothes will melt off our bodies, and we will finally have the full-unbridled torso of one another held close.
Form there, I will lay you back gently, kissing your face and lips as I do. My lips will begin to roam from your face up to your forehead, your hair and follow its length down to your neck, where I shall make little nibbles and bites.stirring your to your threshold. I will follow your collarbone down to meet the creamy, silky white skin not exposed to the elements. I will kiss and nibble all around the fleshy globes of your breasts, making your nipples become more erect than you ever believed would be possible.
There I will suckle upon your breasts, alternating between them until your passion can barely be bridled any longer.
Then my lips and tongue will trace a love line due south, pausing at your navel to kiss and lick around it, occasionally placing my tongue within it! The aromatic sensuality of your womanhood will be beckoning to me by now. How can I not accede to the demands of my lover?
I trace the fragrances down to your most delicate possession. There I will kiss and nibble around the full circumference of your labia, hearing you continually taunt me to take you to ecstasy.
As I approach the top again, I allow my tongue to slip into your crevice of the hood and find the nub of your womanhood. Then I will feast, upon it! Licking and nibbling, sucking it full into my mouth, savoring your passion as it approaches its height of amplitude.
Slowly, I will let my tongue make its snakelike gestures and trace the trail of your savory wetness. It finds the entrance to your protected love tunnel and gradually begins to part the doors of happiness. While I am attempting to fully place my tongue into you, my hand has gone to replace my tongue in the manipulation of your now ignored nub.
I will feel your passions climb. Your breath is fast and short, your head is flailing from side to side, your hips bucking up hard to meet me. Your hands wrap around the circumference of my bald head and press me into you until I can barely breathe.
Now your entire body tenses as the passion rises.quickly up your legs, passing through your knees, flowing up through your thighs. Your release is cataclysmic, much akin to the eruption of Mount St. Helens.
You scream my name and spew forth the molten lava of the juices that have grown from your lust. I devour every drop you have to offer. Then, when I have drained you dry, I will place my face upon your pubic mound, and rest there until you regain feeling in your body!
She replies.
I welcome the wine you chose for us. it\'s sweet taste warming me.relaxing me. You then put on a beautiful CD. The soft music and wine puts everything out of my head, except the vision of you and the anticipation of what lies ahead. Your fingers touch my cheek ever so gently and I feel my insides start to melt at your touch. I wonder, as I look into your beautiful eyes that seem to consume my very being.how your strong hands can be like butterfly wings touching my face.
As you gently lower your lips to mine, barely brushing my lips with yours, my arms wind themselves around your neck pulling you closer to me.wanting you to feel my urgency to have your mouth on mine. Your tongue probes my mouth and I love the taste of you.
As you kiss me, you lay me back and our bodies touch and I feel the very manliness of you as it responds to our passionate kisses. We undress each other slowly and my eyes drink in all of you. Your gentle coaxing puts me immediately at ease and my fingers start to stroke your back.loving the feel of you. Your back is so strong and I\'m feeling so lost in your embrace.
I gently push you on your side as my mouth caresses your lips. I bite gently on your lower lip, and your chin.and I continue to your neck, and throat. My tongue finds the hollow at the base of your neck, and it lingers there for a second. I go back up to your mouth, as I need to taste you again. I trail kisses down your chest until I reach your nipples. My tongue plays and dances circles around them, nibbling and biting gently and I feel them harden at the touch of my mouth.and you hold my head to you.
You begin to whisper to me all the thoughts and feelings we\'ve held back for so long. My hands now explore your body.and I feel your manhood as I make you \open\ yourself to me.and you feel like velvet in my hands.
I gently stroke you and hold you against my cheek, feeling your softness. Then turning my head, I take you into my mouth and once again, my tongue dances circles around your manhood. Up and down, my lips taunt you and you begin to move. Once again I hold my head close to you. My breath is now coming faster, as is yours.
My need is to be filled with you, and I know.I more than know.that I\'m ready for you! I need you desperately and want you inside me. I straddle you and rub you up and down on me letting our wetness mingle before I guide you into me.
OH MY GOD.the feelings you create within me. I\'m exploding with the fullness of you.
We begin to move and I ride you like the stallion you are. Our movements get faster and go deeper within me. Our need to be fulfilled is overwhelming. Then you touch me and caress me in that secret spot, and I feel myself cry out your name.
My climax is so hard and beautiful. I\'m breathless; my heart is pounding in my chest as if it\'s going to burst. I can\'t remember when, if ever, climaxing like this before.and I feel you.with the last thrust.empty yourself into me. You hold me tighter and cry out as well.
I collapse on your chest.
You hold me as though you never want to let me go and I stay in your arms, reveling in the nearness of you and wishing the night would never end.
The sensuality of your response has brought immediate attention to my nether parts making me yearn for your touch, for your kiss, FOR ALL OF YOU!
The reality.
Yes, this is the land of cyber-erotica, but given the opportunity of your presence.you will not be disappointed!
Nor will I!
Oh, my dearest darling; we shall start with a glass of wine or two, and banter back and forth-getting to know something of one another.
I will reach over and stroke your cheek ever so lightly. Feeling the tenderness and warmth of my touches and caresses, your head will lilt back gently, your eyes will flutter and close slightly. At the same time, your ruby red lips will part slightly and coyly, yet eagerly awaiting the touch of mine against yours.
I will kiss you softly and gently, full across your tender lips. As I pull back away from you I will pause and then lean in again and stroke the width of your lips with the tip of my tongue.making you burn with heat and desire for more!
As your rise to meet my invitation I will slide the full length of my tongue deep within your lips, probing every crevice of your searing hot mouth. Our bodies will mesh together and our breaths become short and passionate.
The kissing will continue, becoming more and more intense. Slowly, kisses will turn to nibbles and passion licks and love bites. Our hands will begin to search for the heat and passion each of us crave from the other.
Our clothes will melt off our bodies, and we will finally have the full-unbridled torso of one another held close.
Form there, I will lay you back gently, kissing your face and lips as I do. My lips will begin to roam from your face up to your forehead, your hair and follow its length down to your neck, where I shall make little nibbles and bites.stirring your to your threshold. I will follow your collarbone down to meet the creamy, silky white skin not exposed to the elements. I will kiss and nibble all around the fleshy globes of your breasts, making your nipples become more erect than you ever believed would be possible.
There I will suckle upon your breasts, alternating between them until your passion can barely be bridled any longer.
Then my lips and tongue will trace a love line due south, pausing at your navel to kiss and lick around it, occasionally placing my tongue within it! The aromatic sensuality of your womanhood will be beckoning to me by now. How can I not accede to the demands of my lover?
I trace the fragrances down to your most delicate possession. There I will kiss and nibble around the full circumference of your labia, hearing you continually taunt me to take you to ecstasy.
As I approach the top again, I allow my tongue to slip into your crevice of the hood and find the nub of your womanhood. Then I will feast, upon it! Licking and nibbling, sucking it full into my mouth, savoring your passion as it approaches its height of amplitude.
Slowly, I will let my tongue make its snakelike gestures and trace the trail of your savory wetness. It finds the entrance to your protected love tunnel and gradually begins to part the doors of happiness. While I am attempting to fully place my tongue into you, my hand has gone to replace my tongue in the manipulation of your now ignored nub.
I will feel your passions climb. Your breath is fast and short, your head is flailing from side to side, your hips bucking up hard to meet me. Your hands wrap around the circumference of my bald head and press me into you until I can barely breathe.
Now your entire body tenses as the passion rises.quickly up your legs, passing through your knees, flowing up through your thighs. Your release is cataclysmic, much akin to the eruption of Mount St. Helens.
You scream my name and spew forth the molten lava of the juices that have grown from your lust. I devour every drop you have to offer. Then, when I have drained you dry, I will place my face upon your pubic mound, and rest there until you regain feeling in your body!
She replies.
I welcome the wine you chose for us. it\'s sweet taste warming me.relaxing me. You then put on a beautiful CD. The soft music and wine puts everything out of my head, except the vision of you and the anticipation of what lies ahead. Your fingers touch my cheek ever so gently and I feel my insides start to melt at your touch. I wonder, as I look into your beautiful eyes that seem to consume my very being.how your strong hands can be like butterfly wings touching my face.
As you gently lower your lips to mine, barely brushing my lips with yours, my arms wind themselves around your neck pulling you closer to me.wanting you to feel my urgency to have your mouth on mine. Your tongue probes my mouth and I love the taste of you.
As you kiss me, you lay me back and our bodies touch and I feel the very manliness of you as it responds to our passionate kisses. We undress each other slowly and my eyes drink in all of you. Your gentle coaxing puts me immediately at ease and my fingers start to stroke your back.loving the feel of you. Your back is so strong and I\'m feeling so lost in your embrace.
I gently push you on your side as my mouth caresses your lips. I bite gently on your lower lip, and your chin.and I continue to your neck, and throat. My tongue finds the hollow at the base of your neck, and it lingers there for a second. I go back up to your mouth, as I need to taste you again. I trail kisses down your chest until I reach your nipples. My tongue plays and dances circles around them, nibbling and biting gently and I feel them harden at the touch of my mouth.and you hold my head to you.
You begin to whisper to me all the thoughts and feelings we\'ve held back for so long. My hands now explore your body.and I feel your manhood as I make you \open\ yourself to me.and you feel like velvet in my hands.
I gently stroke you and hold you against my cheek, feeling your softness. Then turning my head, I take you into my mouth and once again, my tongue dances circles around your manhood. Up and down, my lips taunt you and you begin to move. Once again I hold my head close to you. My breath is now coming faster, as is yours.
My need is to be filled with you, and I know.I more than know.that I\'m ready for you! I need you desperately and want you inside me. I straddle you and rub you up and down on me letting our wetness mingle before I guide you into me.
OH MY GOD.the feelings you create within me. I\'m exploding with the fullness of you.
We begin to move and I ride you like the stallion you are. Our movements get faster and go deeper within me. Our need to be fulfilled is overwhelming. Then you touch me and caress me in that secret spot, and I feel myself cry out your name.
My climax is so hard and beautiful. I\'m breathless; my heart is pounding in my chest as if it\'s going to burst. I can\'t remember when, if ever, climaxing like this before.and I feel you.with the last thrust.empty yourself into me. You hold me tighter and cry out as well.
I collapse on your chest.
You hold me as though you never want to let me go and I stay in your arms, reveling in the nearness of you and wishing the night would never end.
The sensuality of your response has brought immediate attention to my nether parts making me yearn for your touch, for your kiss, FOR ALL OF YOU!
The reality.
Yes, this is the land of cyber-erotica, but given the opportunity of your presence.you will not be disappointed!
Nor will I!
Friday, January 30, 2009
Mirandas Other Date
For the second time in one month Miranda found herself at a meeting place well after her boyfriend was supposed to be there. Sick of him and his BS, the woman goes across the street to the club intent on drinking herself into oblivion. A few hours of dancing and drinking later she found that she was still in this world, just very drunk, and horny now too. When she ran out of money she decided there was no point in staying so she left for home. At this point she told herself she\'d log onto the internet find a good chat room and cyberfuck herself real good before going to bed. She was turning over the roleplaying in her head as she walked so she didn\'t notice the shadow advancing from behind her until a hand clamped over her mouth and she was pulled off of the sidewalk into the shadows.
\Hey pretty lady, let\'s have some cash.\ The man breathed quietly into her ear as he held her firm against him in the dark. Despite her situation Miranda couldn\'t help but giggle, which brought the man\'s hand away from her mouth and a reply, \What\'s so amusing honey? You think I\'m kidding?\
As the man loosened his grip on her she turned and slurred, \No. Nothing funny, except you\'re about 3 hours too late! I\'m drunk and I\'m broke, in that order.\ The burly man before her didn\'t seem to believe her and he grabbed her again pushing his hands into her pockets searching her. All he found for his trouble was her keys and her license which he looked at closely for a moment and then smiled, \Hey, you\'re almost home aren\'t you? Let\'s go see what we have to offer, eh?\
Miranda paled, snatching at her keys and license she replies, \No! Give me my keys, and go away.\ Nothing doing. The man walks past her scanning the addresses on the nearby buildings and checking her license again. Miranda follows closely behind shoving at him, \Give me my stuff you bastard.\ She could have been pushing a truck for all the good she was doing, the man stood over six feet tall and was built like a football player. He laughed lightly at her each time she hit him or tried to push him to the side. \Just two blocks away.\ was all that he said.
He strolled up the walk as if he owned the place as he went to the house and began trying keys in the lock until he found the right one. Miranda cussed him and tried to pull at his big arm to keep him from opening the door, she looked around to see if anyone was out to cry for help to, but no one was around. As the door opened she jumped in the door way and tried in vain to shut the door on him as he stepped forward. Then she hit him in the face.
That was obviously something he really didn\'t like because his response was immediate, SMAACK! Miranda saw the room spin and then found herself on the floor. She rolled over to see him leaning over her, frowning. He reached down and pulled her up by her shirt, \I really wish you hadn\'t of done that, I don\'t like my face punched.\ In response Miranda punched him again, though there was barely any weight behind this second one. He ducked back and then belted her in the stomach just hard enough to force her to bend, then up she went over his shoulder, \I see I\'m gonna have to do more than bitchslap you.\
He began walking down the hall opening doors, all the while Miranda was kicking and beating on his muscular back. She had pulled his shirt untucked from his pants and was about to claw his bare back when she was flipped back over to bounce on her bed. He let his shirt come off over his head as she fell. She sat there looking at him stunned, he was huge, not like a body builder but just a natural big strong man. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his pants off in front of her while she sat there holding his shirt, swaying slightly on the bed. Next came his socks and finally his boxers. Miranda\'s jaw dropped open, \'daaaaaamn\' she thought. He was huge all over.
He stepped up beside the bed and put his hand on the back of her head pulling her towards his growing erection. Miranda balked at the idea, and tried to resist, without successs. \'I don\'t even know this guy, and ohmygod it\'s too big!\' she thought as the tip of his dick pressed past her lips. She tried to twist away, but he put both his hands on her head and held her firm. She thought about biting down, but there\'s no telling what he\'d do to her if she did. He rested about a third of his thickness in mouth barely sliding in and out, real slow. Miranda\'s pussy was getting wet and she couldn\'t help but suck and swallow as her tongue began to be coated with his precum. \'fuckit\' she thought finally and began to inch her mouth towards his belly taking more of him in. To her surprise he pulled back taking his dick out of her mouth and holding her head back away just inches from where it stood pointing at the ceiling. Damn she wanted it back. But he didn\'t give it back to her, instead he stroked it slowly causing more of his precum to appear and run down his length until it almost reached his hand, then her released her head. Out of control for the moment Miranda took the stranger\'s cock and swallowed as much as her mouth would allow sucking hungrily. After a moment he pulled away again, \get naked\ he whispered.
In a matter of seconds Miranda had thrown everything off and was about to go back down on him when he pushed her back. He jerked her legs out from under her ass and pulled her to the edge of the bed almost in one motion it seemed. Lifting her legs towards the ceiling her knelt and began to tend to Miranda\'s wetness with his tongue and fingers. He licked her pussy and reamed her ass real good, and oh those fingers, one pressed itself into her pussy for a good long while as he licked and then withdrew to force its way up her ass. She had fingered her ass a few times while masturbating but the feeling of his big digit up inside while his tongue probed her cunt simply made her blind with pleasure.
As her vision cleared from her first orgasm he was on top in between her legs pushing his monster into her folds, she shuddered as he sank in and began to stretch her wider than she had ever been stretched before. He went slow and easy, taking his time as Miranda moaned and twitched from the sensations that were rifling through her as he filled her. She was rocking along in her second orgasm before he was halfway inserted, he was barely fucking her as her hips were jerking violently by the time he had reached a point she couldn\'t take anymore. Then he slid out of her in one smooth pull. Miranda almost cried out, \'Nooo\' as she felt his cock leaving her pussy empty.
He winked at her and said, \All fours. Doggystyle fuck yourself. Use my cock.\ Without hesitation she spun up onto her knees and backed her ass up to his leveled dick, impaling herself again. She closed her eyes and lost the world rocking back and forth on her knees. She felt like she was having one long orgasm as she cried and moaned and clawed at the bed sheets. Then all of a sudden he pulled out of her and began spraying her ass with his cum. It was hot, it felt like melted candle wax to her as it splashed across her back and into the crack of her ass. He opened her cheeks with one hand and aimed a shot right onto her bunghole coating it with his load. Miranda filled her ass with two fingers pushing his cum inside and jerking in and out while rubbing her clit to one last orgasm. She collapsed on the bed exhausted and drenched in sex.
When she woke up at noon the next day, there were five messages on her machine from her boyfriend, which she erased, and no sign of the stranger. The only thing that seemed to be missing was a twenty dollar bill and some food. She knew this because he had left her a note. She could tell from the note he had left, signed Carl at the bottom.
\Hey pretty lady, let\'s have some cash.\ The man breathed quietly into her ear as he held her firm against him in the dark. Despite her situation Miranda couldn\'t help but giggle, which brought the man\'s hand away from her mouth and a reply, \What\'s so amusing honey? You think I\'m kidding?\
As the man loosened his grip on her she turned and slurred, \No. Nothing funny, except you\'re about 3 hours too late! I\'m drunk and I\'m broke, in that order.\ The burly man before her didn\'t seem to believe her and he grabbed her again pushing his hands into her pockets searching her. All he found for his trouble was her keys and her license which he looked at closely for a moment and then smiled, \Hey, you\'re almost home aren\'t you? Let\'s go see what we have to offer, eh?\
Miranda paled, snatching at her keys and license she replies, \No! Give me my keys, and go away.\ Nothing doing. The man walks past her scanning the addresses on the nearby buildings and checking her license again. Miranda follows closely behind shoving at him, \Give me my stuff you bastard.\ She could have been pushing a truck for all the good she was doing, the man stood over six feet tall and was built like a football player. He laughed lightly at her each time she hit him or tried to push him to the side. \Just two blocks away.\ was all that he said.
He strolled up the walk as if he owned the place as he went to the house and began trying keys in the lock until he found the right one. Miranda cussed him and tried to pull at his big arm to keep him from opening the door, she looked around to see if anyone was out to cry for help to, but no one was around. As the door opened she jumped in the door way and tried in vain to shut the door on him as he stepped forward. Then she hit him in the face.
That was obviously something he really didn\'t like because his response was immediate, SMAACK! Miranda saw the room spin and then found herself on the floor. She rolled over to see him leaning over her, frowning. He reached down and pulled her up by her shirt, \I really wish you hadn\'t of done that, I don\'t like my face punched.\ In response Miranda punched him again, though there was barely any weight behind this second one. He ducked back and then belted her in the stomach just hard enough to force her to bend, then up she went over his shoulder, \I see I\'m gonna have to do more than bitchslap you.\
He began walking down the hall opening doors, all the while Miranda was kicking and beating on his muscular back. She had pulled his shirt untucked from his pants and was about to claw his bare back when she was flipped back over to bounce on her bed. He let his shirt come off over his head as she fell. She sat there looking at him stunned, he was huge, not like a body builder but just a natural big strong man. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his pants off in front of her while she sat there holding his shirt, swaying slightly on the bed. Next came his socks and finally his boxers. Miranda\'s jaw dropped open, \'daaaaaamn\' she thought. He was huge all over.
He stepped up beside the bed and put his hand on the back of her head pulling her towards his growing erection. Miranda balked at the idea, and tried to resist, without successs. \'I don\'t even know this guy, and ohmygod it\'s too big!\' she thought as the tip of his dick pressed past her lips. She tried to twist away, but he put both his hands on her head and held her firm. She thought about biting down, but there\'s no telling what he\'d do to her if she did. He rested about a third of his thickness in mouth barely sliding in and out, real slow. Miranda\'s pussy was getting wet and she couldn\'t help but suck and swallow as her tongue began to be coated with his precum. \'fuckit\' she thought finally and began to inch her mouth towards his belly taking more of him in. To her surprise he pulled back taking his dick out of her mouth and holding her head back away just inches from where it stood pointing at the ceiling. Damn she wanted it back. But he didn\'t give it back to her, instead he stroked it slowly causing more of his precum to appear and run down his length until it almost reached his hand, then her released her head. Out of control for the moment Miranda took the stranger\'s cock and swallowed as much as her mouth would allow sucking hungrily. After a moment he pulled away again, \get naked\ he whispered.
In a matter of seconds Miranda had thrown everything off and was about to go back down on him when he pushed her back. He jerked her legs out from under her ass and pulled her to the edge of the bed almost in one motion it seemed. Lifting her legs towards the ceiling her knelt and began to tend to Miranda\'s wetness with his tongue and fingers. He licked her pussy and reamed her ass real good, and oh those fingers, one pressed itself into her pussy for a good long while as he licked and then withdrew to force its way up her ass. She had fingered her ass a few times while masturbating but the feeling of his big digit up inside while his tongue probed her cunt simply made her blind with pleasure.
As her vision cleared from her first orgasm he was on top in between her legs pushing his monster into her folds, she shuddered as he sank in and began to stretch her wider than she had ever been stretched before. He went slow and easy, taking his time as Miranda moaned and twitched from the sensations that were rifling through her as he filled her. She was rocking along in her second orgasm before he was halfway inserted, he was barely fucking her as her hips were jerking violently by the time he had reached a point she couldn\'t take anymore. Then he slid out of her in one smooth pull. Miranda almost cried out, \'Nooo\' as she felt his cock leaving her pussy empty.
He winked at her and said, \All fours. Doggystyle fuck yourself. Use my cock.\ Without hesitation she spun up onto her knees and backed her ass up to his leveled dick, impaling herself again. She closed her eyes and lost the world rocking back and forth on her knees. She felt like she was having one long orgasm as she cried and moaned and clawed at the bed sheets. Then all of a sudden he pulled out of her and began spraying her ass with his cum. It was hot, it felt like melted candle wax to her as it splashed across her back and into the crack of her ass. He opened her cheeks with one hand and aimed a shot right onto her bunghole coating it with his load. Miranda filled her ass with two fingers pushing his cum inside and jerking in and out while rubbing her clit to one last orgasm. She collapsed on the bed exhausted and drenched in sex.
When she woke up at noon the next day, there were five messages on her machine from her boyfriend, which she erased, and no sign of the stranger. The only thing that seemed to be missing was a twenty dollar bill and some food. She knew this because he had left her a note. She could tell from the note he had left, signed Carl at the bottom.
Its nice to watch
It\'s nice to WatchByGail Holmes
Margaret and her brother had had a very religious upbringing, their parents very Victorian in their thoughts, church every Sunday, and prayers at each and every mealtime.
Sex was seen as something that happened after marriage, both being virgins with little or no sexual knowledge, James hadnt even studied the ritual of wild animals, and as to how their young were evolved. Their existence was squeaky clean; neither of there minds thoughts were of sex, it was an experience theyd never practised, what theyd never had, theyd never wanted.
James just sat there blindfolded, hed felt nervous as it was, what was it that they wanted of him, theyd never tried to rob him, hed no money on him any way. Hed been over powered by the three girls; being brought blindfolded to wherever he now was; the room seemed highly scented, more so than hed ever encountered. Theyd left him in a high chair almost like a stool with his hands tied to it; there was no way he could move an inch. Suddenly he heard voices once more; they were coming back, he sensed that they were now standing around him, fingers were pulling at his belt. One of the girls stood behind him, lifting him from the stool as another pulled at his trousers until they were down to his knees.
As I told you, now there is a beauty! The girl stood back with her hands on her hips viewing Jamess cock.
He sensed the girl behind him moving toward the front.
So, wholl go first then? One asked.
Youll not get much pleasure from him in that state! Replied another with a snigger.
Ill bags be first; all he needs is a decent blowjob, Ill soon get him up you can be sure of that!
James felt his cock being lifted as warm fingers were wrapped around it, then the sensation of her warm lips as they engulfed it sent tremors through his body. He never even had a wank; this was completely new to him, and very pleasurable, hed never known his cock to become stiff as it was now, even though it happened at least twice a night when he was sleeping.
Dont hog it all then, we all might as well have a session Came a voice out of the blue.
James sensed the girl on his cock move away, only to be replaced by another warm mouth. This one seemed to have a different knack to it; she was jiggling her tongue all around his helmet.
Hes enjoying it! She stopped, then looked up to him with a smile.
James could only agree with them should he have the chance, but his mouth was gagged.
Move him over to the bed, hell never be able to perform stuck in that chair!
James felt his arms being untied from the back of the stool, and then he was aided to stand.
Come on over to the bed, lets get this done in an orderly fashion!
James could but follow the girls lead, he almost stumbled over the bed they were so eager to get him on it; he was quickly flipped over onto his back, he felt somewhat naked now as theyd removed his trousers completely.
For moments nothing happened, he just lay there; he knew the girls were still there, it was almost as if he could feel their eyes on his body. He sensed one of the girls move across the bed; her legs each side of him, a hand grabbing his cock from underneath her.
Come on then lower yourself, it wont bite you!
The next sensation nearly blew his mind; as the girl lowered herself, another that had hold of his cock guiding it into her moist pussy. James felt he had to buck his hips, which he did. He sensed the girl squeal as he hit bottom, it was a bit of a shock to him.
Baby! a voice stated, Come on you can take it! One of the girls laughed as the girl on his cock lifted, holding herself above him, allowing the pain to subside.
Another girl pushed her to one side, and then impaled herself down onto his cock. One of the other girls was holding his legs down to avoid another painful lift from him.
What James didnt know was that theyd also kidnapped his sister, however, she was in another room, like him, gagged and blindfolded. Margaret was the prettiest of girls; but mostly resented by other females because of her trim figure, but they also resented her high and mighty attitude; in that she was above their class, everyone knew shed never seen a cock let alone felt the pleasure of such. Well tonight she was going to find out as to the pains and pleasure of such.
James was enjoying his new pleasures; however, once the girls sensed his pleasure heightening theyd stop and swap over, then bring his gratification to a high again, so far theyd been fucking him for over an 1 hours, he was tiring at this stage. The girls knew it had to be now or never.
Now James youre going to have your first virgin, I think hes experience enough by now girls? The girl fucking him stated, as she lifted from him, and then the room went quite again. Moments later there was scuffling in the room, James sensed someone was being brought in or being dragged, their speech or groans seemed to be muffled as if like him the person was gagged.
Margaret was struggling with the girls who were trying to remove her panties from under her dress. With effort they accomplish their undertaking, one of the girls placed them onto her head and danced around her. Margaret was a very slim girl, no more than 125lbs in weight, it was very easy for the girls to lift her, after dragging her over to the bed her legs were spread wide exposing her pussy to all. The girls were amazed by its neatness; just a light fissure marked the spot.
Get the baby oil! One remarked, At least aid her in some way, shell never take it without! James was intrigued by the remark, wondering as to what they were up to now. He sensed struggling at his side, whatever was happening they were all making enough noise to wake the dead.
The commotion stopped abruptly, one of the girls had dipped her oiled finger up inside Margarets pussy. She mellowed immediately, the girl toyed with her drawing her finger in and out at a leisurely pace, and making sure the oil saturated her outer pussy lips. She tried a second finger if only to check her virginity. It was then that Margaret started to struggle again, two would be to much.
Three of the girls managed to get her into the interlocked cross legged yoga position, then lifted her over and above Jamess body, his cock was still standing rampant, the girl with the baby oil rubbed her fingers along his cock once more then a little for Margaret.
Nice and gentle now girls! She informed her friends.
Gradually they lowered Margarets slim frame until they got the okay.
Oily fingers jiggled James cock until it was positioned just between Margarets pussy lips.
Right, chocks away! She laughed.
The girls let go of Margaret, immediately she sunk down onto Jamess cock in one quick movement, she gave out a muffled scream, his thick shaft went straight through her hymen, its always been said the longer a girl hangs on to her virginity, the tougher the membrane became. And with the sound of the thud it must have been pretty thick. Even James jumped; not realising as to why there was so much pain the others had accepted him with no trouble. Margaret was literally in tears; the girls had to steady her as shed tried to get purchase with her feet to lift herself off the huge cock, but the girls held her firmly.
Come on then, you can do better than this, at least ride her, shes all yours now! A voice commented not using his name.
James was still suffering a virtually torn foreskin; it had been extremely painful to him. The girls eased Margaret up slightly allowing him room to take action, he sensed there denotation and started to lift and lower his hips, the soreness now disappeared to a degree, nevertheless, it was still quite painful to Margaret her hymen being dragged back and forth with his trusting, gradually she got accustomed to his movements.
Hows this one for you my lad, right little tight pussy isnt she? The girl moved up toward Margarets ear. Now youre the same as the rest of us, youll be well and truly fucked by the time hes finished with you, shame youre not on the pill, that would be a bonus wouldnt it, preggers on youre first dip, still you enjoy him while youve the chance!
Trouble was, it appeared that she was doing just that. The other girls watched in envy, either one would have like his first seed. But theyd all agreed that Margaret should have it, by the amount of time that hed been fucked by all of them there should be a fair consignment pumped up her. Hed wanted to cum earlier but the girls held him back. Theyd each love to see her pregnant the snotty bitch.
Margaret was working on her own now, the noises divulged that she was taking immense pleasure in her activities, as was James who was currently bucking up to her like buck rabbit. Margaret now had her knees each side of him, thrusting her body backwards and forwards meeting his strong thrusts. The girls could but watch, as her pussy was virtually pulled inside out; as it clung to the thick organ each time he withdrew. The moans that she was making could only mean she was having orgasms, sweat was dripping from her brow, being as her arms were still tied it was a laborious task for her to keep rocking to and fro.
The girls were amazed that she was captivating so much of Jamess cock; it was no small entity, it was obvious to them that Margaret never identified that she could get her pregnant by her actions, she could easily have pulled herself off the mammoth cock, however, to her, her head in the clouds, it was an amazing sensation. Every effort went into her movements keeping up with her brothers manly thrusts, she moaned at every full plunge, to see it; youd consider her bottomless.
James was getting fatigued, the girls could tell, and by the noises he was making he was about to blow. Margaret continued her motions, but James as if by instinct he wanted depth, however, every time he tried to hold his cock deep, Margaret would draw herself off him. He gave out a low moan, his hips thrust upwards and held. The more Margaret tried to lift the more he pushed himself upwards. In the end his body just collapsed, but his seed was sown.
Margaret continued her thrusting; traces of the thick cum could now be seen along his thickened shaft, it even bubbled as she forced herself onto him. It was now more like a hydraulic action, as she sunk herself down on him; theyd be a loud fanny farts as the bubbles burst when his cum was forced back up inside her. Any other girl would have held herself, feeling the flow of cum as it pumped into her.
The girls knew so long as Margaret still pumped, the deeper his seed would go, theyd all hoped that she herself would aid to her own impregnation, with nowhere else to go the cum had to make headway toward her womb.
With his seed now blown, James was finding her motions uncomfortable. His cock started to wilt; which made it more painful, even with a full load of cum up her she was still tight.
Little did the girls realise that this was Jamess very first load, hed never as yet taken himself in hand, the experience was brand new to him, not saying that he wont resort to such measures in the future. Neither of the girls could understand as to Margarets actions, what girl would miss the tenderness of hot cum being pumped up her, what a waste theyd considered?
Margaret realised now she was fucking a dead horse so to speak, pushing herself back onto his shaft she pulled herself upright, with his cock as deep as it could go inside her.
One of the girls moved up beside Margaret. Well wasnt that worth the effort? She quizzed. Margaret nodded her head, as if in agreement. Come on then off you come! The girl stated gripping Margaret by the arm.
Jamess cock flopped to one side once free of her pussy, traces of blood still along his shaft. Margaret was led back into the room to which theyd initially left her, placing her back into the chair after her panties were replaced.
Jamess cock looked somewhat sore from the innings it had taken, one of the girls bathed it with soft damp tissue. Enjoyable was it James? She quizzed. James gave a low moan, nodding his head at the same time. Youll be getting more of this in the near future Im sure of that! She smiled to herself, as she continued to dab his cock. We do look a mite sore; but that will soon go!
The girls were pleased with themselves, Jamess had fucked each of them whom hed not as to a clue to whom they were, and Margaret had been belittled, now being one of the girls so to speak. No longer could she be so adamant of her status, but best of all, neither Margaret or James had realised that their sibling had fucked them, even though theyd enjoyed each other.
Each were taken back to where theyd been hijacked shortly afterwards still lightly tied so that they could soon release themselves before making their ways back home. James was the first, his mother looked at him as he came in the door. You look a bit of a mess if you dont mind me saying so, what have you been up to?
Needless to say hed not thought of checking his attire before entering the house. He was to some extent in disarray hed never realised; his mind was somewhere else.
Rugby, had a game of rugby with some of the boys; Id better get cleaned up.
James headed for the bathroom.
Margaret knew she couldnt go for the front door when she got home, didnt want to be seen, so she made for the back door, then straight up to her bedroom. Shed never felt so sticky in her life, when she removed her panties they were a really in a mess; plastered in white goo. She didnt know whom the girls were that had kidnapped her, but her taste of sex was grand, shed never have thought it. Grabbing her clean clothes she made for the bathroom, as luck would have it James had finished and was in his own bedroom.
When James got dressed he couldnt believe as to how swollen his cock was, putting his hand down he rubbed it, that strange feeling came back, and soon it was rising to the occasion the sensation was good. His thoughts went back to the girls, especially the one that he cum up, Christ that was a good feeling; it was almost as all of his body had rushed to his cock. Still one had told him theyd be more, but why couldnt they have revealed themselves, especially the one at the end.
What have you done to youre wrists Margarets mother asked, as she sat down at the table, noting what looked like burn marks. Shed not detected that James had the same; his wrists were now covered with his shirtsleeves.
Possibly from the cord on the curtains, I couldnt get them to draw! Margaret lied, trying to conceal her hands under the table.
It wasnt until the next morning that there was a problem. Their mother was quite taken aback. Being a Monday it was washday when shed stripped the beds. First it was James, hed had his first wet dream, more than likely dreaming about the day before, hes sheets were stuck together; but when shed got to Margarets bed; the bottom sheet was nothing but a mass of snail marks where shed not ridded herself of Jamess load the afternoon before.
Margaret and her brother had had a very religious upbringing, their parents very Victorian in their thoughts, church every Sunday, and prayers at each and every mealtime.
Sex was seen as something that happened after marriage, both being virgins with little or no sexual knowledge, James hadnt even studied the ritual of wild animals, and as to how their young were evolved. Their existence was squeaky clean; neither of there minds thoughts were of sex, it was an experience theyd never practised, what theyd never had, theyd never wanted.
James just sat there blindfolded, hed felt nervous as it was, what was it that they wanted of him, theyd never tried to rob him, hed no money on him any way. Hed been over powered by the three girls; being brought blindfolded to wherever he now was; the room seemed highly scented, more so than hed ever encountered. Theyd left him in a high chair almost like a stool with his hands tied to it; there was no way he could move an inch. Suddenly he heard voices once more; they were coming back, he sensed that they were now standing around him, fingers were pulling at his belt. One of the girls stood behind him, lifting him from the stool as another pulled at his trousers until they were down to his knees.
As I told you, now there is a beauty! The girl stood back with her hands on her hips viewing Jamess cock.
He sensed the girl behind him moving toward the front.
So, wholl go first then? One asked.
Youll not get much pleasure from him in that state! Replied another with a snigger.
Ill bags be first; all he needs is a decent blowjob, Ill soon get him up you can be sure of that!
James felt his cock being lifted as warm fingers were wrapped around it, then the sensation of her warm lips as they engulfed it sent tremors through his body. He never even had a wank; this was completely new to him, and very pleasurable, hed never known his cock to become stiff as it was now, even though it happened at least twice a night when he was sleeping.
Dont hog it all then, we all might as well have a session Came a voice out of the blue.
James sensed the girl on his cock move away, only to be replaced by another warm mouth. This one seemed to have a different knack to it; she was jiggling her tongue all around his helmet.
Hes enjoying it! She stopped, then looked up to him with a smile.
James could only agree with them should he have the chance, but his mouth was gagged.
Move him over to the bed, hell never be able to perform stuck in that chair!
James felt his arms being untied from the back of the stool, and then he was aided to stand.
Come on over to the bed, lets get this done in an orderly fashion!
James could but follow the girls lead, he almost stumbled over the bed they were so eager to get him on it; he was quickly flipped over onto his back, he felt somewhat naked now as theyd removed his trousers completely.
For moments nothing happened, he just lay there; he knew the girls were still there, it was almost as if he could feel their eyes on his body. He sensed one of the girls move across the bed; her legs each side of him, a hand grabbing his cock from underneath her.
Come on then lower yourself, it wont bite you!
The next sensation nearly blew his mind; as the girl lowered herself, another that had hold of his cock guiding it into her moist pussy. James felt he had to buck his hips, which he did. He sensed the girl squeal as he hit bottom, it was a bit of a shock to him.
Baby! a voice stated, Come on you can take it! One of the girls laughed as the girl on his cock lifted, holding herself above him, allowing the pain to subside.
Another girl pushed her to one side, and then impaled herself down onto his cock. One of the other girls was holding his legs down to avoid another painful lift from him.
What James didnt know was that theyd also kidnapped his sister, however, she was in another room, like him, gagged and blindfolded. Margaret was the prettiest of girls; but mostly resented by other females because of her trim figure, but they also resented her high and mighty attitude; in that she was above their class, everyone knew shed never seen a cock let alone felt the pleasure of such. Well tonight she was going to find out as to the pains and pleasure of such.
James was enjoying his new pleasures; however, once the girls sensed his pleasure heightening theyd stop and swap over, then bring his gratification to a high again, so far theyd been fucking him for over an 1 hours, he was tiring at this stage. The girls knew it had to be now or never.
Now James youre going to have your first virgin, I think hes experience enough by now girls? The girl fucking him stated, as she lifted from him, and then the room went quite again. Moments later there was scuffling in the room, James sensed someone was being brought in or being dragged, their speech or groans seemed to be muffled as if like him the person was gagged.
Margaret was struggling with the girls who were trying to remove her panties from under her dress. With effort they accomplish their undertaking, one of the girls placed them onto her head and danced around her. Margaret was a very slim girl, no more than 125lbs in weight, it was very easy for the girls to lift her, after dragging her over to the bed her legs were spread wide exposing her pussy to all. The girls were amazed by its neatness; just a light fissure marked the spot.
Get the baby oil! One remarked, At least aid her in some way, shell never take it without! James was intrigued by the remark, wondering as to what they were up to now. He sensed struggling at his side, whatever was happening they were all making enough noise to wake the dead.
The commotion stopped abruptly, one of the girls had dipped her oiled finger up inside Margarets pussy. She mellowed immediately, the girl toyed with her drawing her finger in and out at a leisurely pace, and making sure the oil saturated her outer pussy lips. She tried a second finger if only to check her virginity. It was then that Margaret started to struggle again, two would be to much.
Three of the girls managed to get her into the interlocked cross legged yoga position, then lifted her over and above Jamess body, his cock was still standing rampant, the girl with the baby oil rubbed her fingers along his cock once more then a little for Margaret.
Nice and gentle now girls! She informed her friends.
Gradually they lowered Margarets slim frame until they got the okay.
Oily fingers jiggled James cock until it was positioned just between Margarets pussy lips.
Right, chocks away! She laughed.
The girls let go of Margaret, immediately she sunk down onto Jamess cock in one quick movement, she gave out a muffled scream, his thick shaft went straight through her hymen, its always been said the longer a girl hangs on to her virginity, the tougher the membrane became. And with the sound of the thud it must have been pretty thick. Even James jumped; not realising as to why there was so much pain the others had accepted him with no trouble. Margaret was literally in tears; the girls had to steady her as shed tried to get purchase with her feet to lift herself off the huge cock, but the girls held her firmly.
Come on then, you can do better than this, at least ride her, shes all yours now! A voice commented not using his name.
James was still suffering a virtually torn foreskin; it had been extremely painful to him. The girls eased Margaret up slightly allowing him room to take action, he sensed there denotation and started to lift and lower his hips, the soreness now disappeared to a degree, nevertheless, it was still quite painful to Margaret her hymen being dragged back and forth with his trusting, gradually she got accustomed to his movements.
Hows this one for you my lad, right little tight pussy isnt she? The girl moved up toward Margarets ear. Now youre the same as the rest of us, youll be well and truly fucked by the time hes finished with you, shame youre not on the pill, that would be a bonus wouldnt it, preggers on youre first dip, still you enjoy him while youve the chance!
Trouble was, it appeared that she was doing just that. The other girls watched in envy, either one would have like his first seed. But theyd all agreed that Margaret should have it, by the amount of time that hed been fucked by all of them there should be a fair consignment pumped up her. Hed wanted to cum earlier but the girls held him back. Theyd each love to see her pregnant the snotty bitch.
Margaret was working on her own now, the noises divulged that she was taking immense pleasure in her activities, as was James who was currently bucking up to her like buck rabbit. Margaret now had her knees each side of him, thrusting her body backwards and forwards meeting his strong thrusts. The girls could but watch, as her pussy was virtually pulled inside out; as it clung to the thick organ each time he withdrew. The moans that she was making could only mean she was having orgasms, sweat was dripping from her brow, being as her arms were still tied it was a laborious task for her to keep rocking to and fro.
The girls were amazed that she was captivating so much of Jamess cock; it was no small entity, it was obvious to them that Margaret never identified that she could get her pregnant by her actions, she could easily have pulled herself off the mammoth cock, however, to her, her head in the clouds, it was an amazing sensation. Every effort went into her movements keeping up with her brothers manly thrusts, she moaned at every full plunge, to see it; youd consider her bottomless.
James was getting fatigued, the girls could tell, and by the noises he was making he was about to blow. Margaret continued her motions, but James as if by instinct he wanted depth, however, every time he tried to hold his cock deep, Margaret would draw herself off him. He gave out a low moan, his hips thrust upwards and held. The more Margaret tried to lift the more he pushed himself upwards. In the end his body just collapsed, but his seed was sown.
Margaret continued her thrusting; traces of the thick cum could now be seen along his thickened shaft, it even bubbled as she forced herself onto him. It was now more like a hydraulic action, as she sunk herself down on him; theyd be a loud fanny farts as the bubbles burst when his cum was forced back up inside her. Any other girl would have held herself, feeling the flow of cum as it pumped into her.
The girls knew so long as Margaret still pumped, the deeper his seed would go, theyd all hoped that she herself would aid to her own impregnation, with nowhere else to go the cum had to make headway toward her womb.
With his seed now blown, James was finding her motions uncomfortable. His cock started to wilt; which made it more painful, even with a full load of cum up her she was still tight.
Little did the girls realise that this was Jamess very first load, hed never as yet taken himself in hand, the experience was brand new to him, not saying that he wont resort to such measures in the future. Neither of the girls could understand as to Margarets actions, what girl would miss the tenderness of hot cum being pumped up her, what a waste theyd considered?
Margaret realised now she was fucking a dead horse so to speak, pushing herself back onto his shaft she pulled herself upright, with his cock as deep as it could go inside her.
One of the girls moved up beside Margaret. Well wasnt that worth the effort? She quizzed. Margaret nodded her head, as if in agreement. Come on then off you come! The girl stated gripping Margaret by the arm.
Jamess cock flopped to one side once free of her pussy, traces of blood still along his shaft. Margaret was led back into the room to which theyd initially left her, placing her back into the chair after her panties were replaced.
Jamess cock looked somewhat sore from the innings it had taken, one of the girls bathed it with soft damp tissue. Enjoyable was it James? She quizzed. James gave a low moan, nodding his head at the same time. Youll be getting more of this in the near future Im sure of that! She smiled to herself, as she continued to dab his cock. We do look a mite sore; but that will soon go!
The girls were pleased with themselves, Jamess had fucked each of them whom hed not as to a clue to whom they were, and Margaret had been belittled, now being one of the girls so to speak. No longer could she be so adamant of her status, but best of all, neither Margaret or James had realised that their sibling had fucked them, even though theyd enjoyed each other.
Each were taken back to where theyd been hijacked shortly afterwards still lightly tied so that they could soon release themselves before making their ways back home. James was the first, his mother looked at him as he came in the door. You look a bit of a mess if you dont mind me saying so, what have you been up to?
Needless to say hed not thought of checking his attire before entering the house. He was to some extent in disarray hed never realised; his mind was somewhere else.
Rugby, had a game of rugby with some of the boys; Id better get cleaned up.
James headed for the bathroom.
Margaret knew she couldnt go for the front door when she got home, didnt want to be seen, so she made for the back door, then straight up to her bedroom. Shed never felt so sticky in her life, when she removed her panties they were a really in a mess; plastered in white goo. She didnt know whom the girls were that had kidnapped her, but her taste of sex was grand, shed never have thought it. Grabbing her clean clothes she made for the bathroom, as luck would have it James had finished and was in his own bedroom.
When James got dressed he couldnt believe as to how swollen his cock was, putting his hand down he rubbed it, that strange feeling came back, and soon it was rising to the occasion the sensation was good. His thoughts went back to the girls, especially the one that he cum up, Christ that was a good feeling; it was almost as all of his body had rushed to his cock. Still one had told him theyd be more, but why couldnt they have revealed themselves, especially the one at the end.
What have you done to youre wrists Margarets mother asked, as she sat down at the table, noting what looked like burn marks. Shed not detected that James had the same; his wrists were now covered with his shirtsleeves.
Possibly from the cord on the curtains, I couldnt get them to draw! Margaret lied, trying to conceal her hands under the table.
It wasnt until the next morning that there was a problem. Their mother was quite taken aback. Being a Monday it was washday when shed stripped the beds. First it was James, hed had his first wet dream, more than likely dreaming about the day before, hes sheets were stuck together; but when shed got to Margarets bed; the bottom sheet was nothing but a mass of snail marks where shed not ridded herself of Jamess load the afternoon before.
One night in the tavern
While taking a sip of her white wine, Shari casually scanned the crowded tavern, all the time searching for her next \victim\! \Oooooo,\ she said to her best friend Mona, \look at that cute guy at the end of the bar, what do ya think!?!\ Mona cocked her head and gave the young man a quick once over and replied, \I guess so, Shar, but good grief, haven\'t you had enough for one day!?!\ Shari ignored her friend\'s rejoinder, and like a shark honing in on it\'s prey, she made a beeline straight for her quarry and with a big smile said, \Hi, my name\'s Shari, I couldn\'t help seeing that you\'re drinking alone, do you mind if I join you!?!\Taken a little bit by surprise, the stranger stammered, \Uh, no, take a stool!\ Shari plopped her plump bottom onto the padded seat, and while extending her hand said, \My name\'s Shari, Shari Conners!\ \My name\'s Seth Ames,\ he replied loudly over the din of music and conversation, \I\'m glad to meet you, do you come her often!?!\ \Not to often, \Shari lied, \what about you!?!\ \It\'s my first time,\ he replied, \it\'s pretty noisy, though, don\'t you think!?!\ Shari wasn\'t even really listening to what he was saying as she tried picturing in her mind how big Seth Ames\' pecker would be when she saw it for the first time! After making idle chit chat for the next ten minutes or so, Shari made her move! \Follow me, Seth,\ she said whispered loudly into his ear, \I have something I want to show you!\ He was about to ask her what she had in mind, but before he could respond, Shari was already pulling him through the crowd on her way to the rest rooms in the rear of the bar! \What are we doing here,\ Seth asked a little dumbly!?! It was now or never, so as she had done a hundred times before, Shari took Seth by the arm, and much to his consternation and surprise, she practically dragged him into the ladies\' room, while pulling him into the last stall at the end of the row!\
\W-what the hell\'s going on,\ Seth stammered, \I\'ve gotta get outta here, are you crazy or something!?!\ \Or something, I think,\ Shari relied softly while dropping to her knees in front of the stunned young man while expertly reaching inside of his cords and extracting a his still soft member! \Jesus christ, lady,\ Seth moaned as Shair practically inhaled his now rapidly expanding meat, \has anybody ever told you that you\'re a lunatic!?!\ \All the time,\ Shari said without taking her mouth off of Seth\'s fat pecker, \why, do you want me to stop!?!\ A long low groan that gurgled out of his throat was all the answer Shari needed as she threw her mouth into overdrive, quickly bringing the quivering erection to a hard fast orgasm that filled her mouth with the cum shooter she so desired and lived for! When it was over, Seth simply slumped down onto the toilet with his tongue hanging out and little line of drool running down his chin! Shari quickly stood up, and while pulling up her skirt and exposing her already naked vagina, she said, \Okay, big boy, now it\'s my turn!
With glassy eyes, Seth tried getting his bearings, but all he could focus on was the huge shaved cunt that bulged obscenely just inches from his face!?! \I-I don\'t even know you,\ Seth stammered, \we shouldn\'t be doing this!\ \I didn\'t hear you complaining two minutes ago,\ Shari said softly while grabbing Seth by the hair and pulling his mouth to her needy slit, \now, you be a good boy and take care of Shari\'s little clit!\ Almost as if an automan, Seth\'s tongue snaked out and bathed Shari\'s bulging vuvla with wet strokes that only fueled the already raging inferno that burned out of control inside of her drooling pussy! \Mmmmmm, that\'s a boy,\ Shari sighed softly, \you do that so well, now find mama\'s clitty for her, ohhhhhhh, yes, right there, you now just how to make mama feel soooooooooo nice!\ In all her years of hot oral sex games, only a very select handful of men had resisted sucking her hot vagina when it was but mere inches from their faces, and usually the aroma and plumpness of her pussy alone were enough to overcome any resistance the unsuspecting guy felt, and fortunately, Seth while a little reticent, was coming around quite nicely! Shari began grunting and moaning as Seth\'s tongue found it\'s way up to her now very erect clitoris and like the good boy that he was, did dutifully use said tongue to bring her to a cunt crushing orgasm!
\Very good,\ Shari sighed while leaning against the stall for support, \now you\'ve only got one more job to take care of!\ \W-what\'s that,\ he stammered, still not ready to believe what just happened to him really happened!?! \Just look at your pecker,\ Shari said hungrily, \you\'re all hard and ready to go, and then look at my pussy, it\'s simply drenching itself in anticipation of getting a good hard fucking!\ \Fucking,\ he said incredulously, \we can\'t, what if someone comes in, this is a public rest room for god\'s sakes!\ \Who gives a fuck,\ Shari said casually while fingering her steaming cunt, \all I care about is putting that spike into this hole, got it!?!\ \I won\'t do it,\ he said while trying to stand up, \I\'m getting outta here right now!\ Shari gave him a hard shove that sent him reeling back onto the john, and in an incredibly fast maneuver, she quickly mounted the startled young man while sitting down hard on his thick erection!\ \Y-you can\'t,\ he stammered, but while his mind said no, his heart and cock were screaming \yes\, and in a complete surrender, Seth put his hands on Shari\'s plump hips and began ramming her up and down oh his protruding erection!
Shari\'s hips rolled to and fro as the tension in her pussy grew with every movement, while the young stud was now totally in her thrall as he had given up any pretense of trying to escape his position! \You\'ve got a big cock,\ Shari moaned softly, \I\'ll bet your girlfriend just loves it when you give it to her in the ass!\ \Oh, my god,\ he gasped, \you\'re such a slut, I\'ve never met anyone quite like you before, you\'re a true fucking cock hound!\ Her pussy was now way past the point of no return, and as she bounced up and down on him, she moaned loudly, \I\'m fucking cumming you fucking stud man, ohhhhhhhhhh, yes, give me your fucking meat, big boy!\ This woman who was riding him for all he was worth had the nastiest mouth of any woman he had ever heard, and unbelievably, it was turning him into a fucking machine, as he pounded away on her hot fat cunt, and just as he was about to join her in orgasm city, a sound from outside the stall door made him freeze in fear when a feminine voice asked, \Is that you in there, Shari, what in the heck\'s taking you so long, anyway!?!\ \It\'s just my friend, Mona,\ Shari whispered to Seth, \I\'m gona let her in so she can watch, okay!?!\ Seth was about to say no, but again she was too fast for him, and a five seconds later Mona was standing in the corner of the stall with her skirt up and her finger in her pussy!
\I\'d like you to meet my best friend, Mona,\ Shari said while nodding towards the masturbating woman not more than three feet away, \she has a hot fucking cunt, as you can well see, right babe!?!\ Mona merely nodded dumbly as she stared at Seth\'s big boner which at the moment was shoved up Shari\'s cunt to the hilt! \Now don\'t worry about her,\ Shari went on, \she loves watching me fuck and suck young men, so while she jerks herself off, you just finish taking care of Shari, all right!\ \Uh, right,\ Seth replied, as Shari began her rhythmic bouncing on his fuck pole! Although Mona had partially broken their spell, it didn\'t take the two lovers to get back in the swing of things, and soon they were back on the climax express, hurtling together madly towards their orgasms, and just as they were about to peak, Mona gave out a long low moan as her pussy convulsed in the throes of a brutal orgasm that easily pushed both Seth and Shari over the edge and onto the rocks of complete and utter satisfaction!
\Wow,\ Mona sighed while straightening out her skirt, \I have the best cums just watching you fuck, Shar!\ \I oughta charge her admission,\ Shari replied while giving Seth a soft kiss on the mouth, \what do you think, stud boy!?!\ \I don\'t know,\ he replied with a soft moan, \all I know is that I just got the fucking of my life, and I want to thank you!\ \Well, kind sir,\ Shari replied, \you are totally welcome, you are definitely totally welcome!\
THE END
\W-what the hell\'s going on,\ Seth stammered, \I\'ve gotta get outta here, are you crazy or something!?!\ \Or something, I think,\ Shari relied softly while dropping to her knees in front of the stunned young man while expertly reaching inside of his cords and extracting a his still soft member! \Jesus christ, lady,\ Seth moaned as Shair practically inhaled his now rapidly expanding meat, \has anybody ever told you that you\'re a lunatic!?!\ \All the time,\ Shari said without taking her mouth off of Seth\'s fat pecker, \why, do you want me to stop!?!\ A long low groan that gurgled out of his throat was all the answer Shari needed as she threw her mouth into overdrive, quickly bringing the quivering erection to a hard fast orgasm that filled her mouth with the cum shooter she so desired and lived for! When it was over, Seth simply slumped down onto the toilet with his tongue hanging out and little line of drool running down his chin! Shari quickly stood up, and while pulling up her skirt and exposing her already naked vagina, she said, \Okay, big boy, now it\'s my turn!
With glassy eyes, Seth tried getting his bearings, but all he could focus on was the huge shaved cunt that bulged obscenely just inches from his face!?! \I-I don\'t even know you,\ Seth stammered, \we shouldn\'t be doing this!\ \I didn\'t hear you complaining two minutes ago,\ Shari said softly while grabbing Seth by the hair and pulling his mouth to her needy slit, \now, you be a good boy and take care of Shari\'s little clit!\ Almost as if an automan, Seth\'s tongue snaked out and bathed Shari\'s bulging vuvla with wet strokes that only fueled the already raging inferno that burned out of control inside of her drooling pussy! \Mmmmmm, that\'s a boy,\ Shari sighed softly, \you do that so well, now find mama\'s clitty for her, ohhhhhhh, yes, right there, you now just how to make mama feel soooooooooo nice!\ In all her years of hot oral sex games, only a very select handful of men had resisted sucking her hot vagina when it was but mere inches from their faces, and usually the aroma and plumpness of her pussy alone were enough to overcome any resistance the unsuspecting guy felt, and fortunately, Seth while a little reticent, was coming around quite nicely! Shari began grunting and moaning as Seth\'s tongue found it\'s way up to her now very erect clitoris and like the good boy that he was, did dutifully use said tongue to bring her to a cunt crushing orgasm!
\Very good,\ Shari sighed while leaning against the stall for support, \now you\'ve only got one more job to take care of!\ \W-what\'s that,\ he stammered, still not ready to believe what just happened to him really happened!?! \Just look at your pecker,\ Shari said hungrily, \you\'re all hard and ready to go, and then look at my pussy, it\'s simply drenching itself in anticipation of getting a good hard fucking!\ \Fucking,\ he said incredulously, \we can\'t, what if someone comes in, this is a public rest room for god\'s sakes!\ \Who gives a fuck,\ Shari said casually while fingering her steaming cunt, \all I care about is putting that spike into this hole, got it!?!\ \I won\'t do it,\ he said while trying to stand up, \I\'m getting outta here right now!\ Shari gave him a hard shove that sent him reeling back onto the john, and in an incredibly fast maneuver, she quickly mounted the startled young man while sitting down hard on his thick erection!\ \Y-you can\'t,\ he stammered, but while his mind said no, his heart and cock were screaming \yes\, and in a complete surrender, Seth put his hands on Shari\'s plump hips and began ramming her up and down oh his protruding erection!
Shari\'s hips rolled to and fro as the tension in her pussy grew with every movement, while the young stud was now totally in her thrall as he had given up any pretense of trying to escape his position! \You\'ve got a big cock,\ Shari moaned softly, \I\'ll bet your girlfriend just loves it when you give it to her in the ass!\ \Oh, my god,\ he gasped, \you\'re such a slut, I\'ve never met anyone quite like you before, you\'re a true fucking cock hound!\ Her pussy was now way past the point of no return, and as she bounced up and down on him, she moaned loudly, \I\'m fucking cumming you fucking stud man, ohhhhhhhhhh, yes, give me your fucking meat, big boy!\ This woman who was riding him for all he was worth had the nastiest mouth of any woman he had ever heard, and unbelievably, it was turning him into a fucking machine, as he pounded away on her hot fat cunt, and just as he was about to join her in orgasm city, a sound from outside the stall door made him freeze in fear when a feminine voice asked, \Is that you in there, Shari, what in the heck\'s taking you so long, anyway!?!\ \It\'s just my friend, Mona,\ Shari whispered to Seth, \I\'m gona let her in so she can watch, okay!?!\ Seth was about to say no, but again she was too fast for him, and a five seconds later Mona was standing in the corner of the stall with her skirt up and her finger in her pussy!
\I\'d like you to meet my best friend, Mona,\ Shari said while nodding towards the masturbating woman not more than three feet away, \she has a hot fucking cunt, as you can well see, right babe!?!\ Mona merely nodded dumbly as she stared at Seth\'s big boner which at the moment was shoved up Shari\'s cunt to the hilt! \Now don\'t worry about her,\ Shari went on, \she loves watching me fuck and suck young men, so while she jerks herself off, you just finish taking care of Shari, all right!\ \Uh, right,\ Seth replied, as Shari began her rhythmic bouncing on his fuck pole! Although Mona had partially broken their spell, it didn\'t take the two lovers to get back in the swing of things, and soon they were back on the climax express, hurtling together madly towards their orgasms, and just as they were about to peak, Mona gave out a long low moan as her pussy convulsed in the throes of a brutal orgasm that easily pushed both Seth and Shari over the edge and onto the rocks of complete and utter satisfaction!
\Wow,\ Mona sighed while straightening out her skirt, \I have the best cums just watching you fuck, Shar!\ \I oughta charge her admission,\ Shari replied while giving Seth a soft kiss on the mouth, \what do you think, stud boy!?!\ \I don\'t know,\ he replied with a soft moan, \all I know is that I just got the fucking of my life, and I want to thank you!\ \Well, kind sir,\ Shari replied, \you are totally welcome, you are definitely totally welcome!\
THE END
Ballet Lesson
Marcel Vintier was a very famous ballet teacher. He had turned out more stars than any other ballet instructor. He was world renowned. And he was coming to interview new talent at Betty\'s dance studio. Betty had been waiting for an opportunity like this all of her life. She had been doing ballet since before she was five. She was now 19 and had many promising years of ballet ahead of her. She prayed every night after she found out. She wanted so badly to be his pick. She would do anything to get Marcel to choose her for his special training. She was also dying of curiosity to find out what it was. He swore all of his students to secrecy. Betty was sure that whatever it was, it was amazing and profound.
In preparation for his arrival, Betty doubled her amount of practice time a day. She was working harder than she ever had before. That was a feat in itself because she took up nearly all of her free time with ballet. She hadn\'t even had time to have a serious boyfriend. Plenty of people were interested at first. She had the perfect body of a dancer. She was 5\'2\ and very slim. She was exceptionally limber too from her years of stretching and practice. She had B cup breasts that looked large on her very svelte frame. Everyone wanted a piece of her, but she never gave her boyfriends any of the proper attention. She\'d hardly spend any time with them. She spent nearly every waking minute at the dance studio. They also left her because she rarely, if ever, put out. Usually when she had sex, she was too exhausted the next day to perform her best in ballet. Overall, her love life was pretty stagnant, but she didn\'t mind because she was doing what she loved. However, every so often she felt a tinge of regret.
The day had finally arrived! Marcel was here! Betty was very nervous. Each dancer had put together a routine to show before Marcel. Most of them were dismissed. A few very lucky ones made the \first cut\ and were led into another room. All of them cam out afterwards looking very dejected. Apparently they had failed the second test. None of them would say what it was though. Betty figured that they had been sworn to secrecy as well and their responses implied as much.
Finally, Betty\'s turn had arrived. She felt sick to her stomach. She was very nervous right before she came before Marcel, but as soon as she got onto the stage, her instinct took over. She performed flawlessly. It was as if she was alone in the room. When she finally finished, she was surprised to hear applause. She turned to see Marcel smiling and clapping. She almost couldn\'t believe it. It was nearly impossible to contain her excitement. Marcel beckoned for her to come into the room where the second test was held. She was shaking as she walked through the door.
There was a strange apparatus in the center of the room. Betty looked towards it with curiosity. Marcel walked in behind her. \You have passed the first test with flying colors,\ he said. \You clearly have the natural talent and dedication to become a fine dancer. Unfortunately, there is much more to being a dancer than that. What you need most is to keep your body in absolutely perfect condition and even beyond that. You need to be able to stretch far more than is required by other teachers. That is what this machine is for. It precisely measures how far you can stretch. The most important area to be able to stretch is your legs, so we\'ll start with that.\
Betty nearly dived for the machine. She could stretch more than any other person in the studio. It was something she paid special attention to. \You may feel restricted by this,\ Marcel warned \but it is necessary. You will actually be lifted off the ground and we don\'t want you to fall and have some horrible accident. Especially since you seem so promising.\ Betty blushed at the compliment. She tried to hide it by focusing on the restraints, but Marcel noticed anyway. He was absolutely delighted by this gorgeous blonde. She\'d have to pass this test before he would even consider teaching her, but he was pretty sure she\'d be able to pass as easily as she had the last one.
The machine had two adjustable leg restraints that could be changed depending on how tall or short the person was. Her arms would be kept bound straight against her back until it was time to stretch those. Even Betty\'s head was carefully restrained. The cold metal of the machine gave Betty goose bumps, but she could hardly feel it she was so excited. By the time Marcel was done fitting her into the machine, practically all Betty could do was open and close her mouth. \Are you ready?\ Marcel asked. \Yes,\ she said. \Before I begin, I want you to know exactly what will happen. The machine will spread your legs apart until you tell me to stop. You must know that the longer you can stand the stretching, the more likely you are of passing the test. Now, let\'s begin.\
Marcel pressed a button on the machine and it slowly started to pull Betty\'s legs apart. At first it moved fairly quickly, but it started to slow down once her legs began to approach horizontal. Once her legs were perfectly horizontal, the machine stopped. \You don\'t have to stop,\ she said. She was feeling the pull of her stretching muscles, but she could go for a little bit more. Marcel smiled. \I just wanted to give you the opportunity to stop, same as the others.\ He pressed the button again and the machine began to move once more, this time even more slowly. Now Betty really began to feel the pull on her legs. After a few seconds of that, Marcel stopped the machine. \You look uncomfortable. Shall we stop?\ She wanted to stop. The pull was more than she had ever felt before, but she couldn\'t give up now. She had to go a little more. \No, continue.\
\Impressive,\ Marcel said and pressed the button once more. Her legs continued to be lifted up until her toes were nearly at her shoulders. She had held on for a long as she could. Now it had to stop. \STOP!\ She yelled. The machine stopped immediately. \I can\'t go any more,\ she said. \Please let me out of this now.\ Marcel was very impressed. It was her first time using the machine and already she had gone as far as some of his oldest students. He couldn\'t let her go quite yet though. There was one more part to the test that he hadn\'t explained ahead of time.
\There\'s one more part of the test. You only get to experience it if you can last very long on this machine. You\'ve lasted for quite a while, so you can undergo this one last test before becoming my student.\ Betty almost forgot the horrible stretching in her legs. She was so close! She almost didn\'t notice when Marcel got out a pair of scissors and started to cut at her leotard. \What are you doing!?\ she yelled.
\You need to be able to stretch in more places than your legs. Let\'s see how much I can stretch you in your cunt.\
Betty was stunned. This was his secret technique? She couldn\'t believe Marcel was having sex with all of his students. Marcel pulled down his pants and briefs to expose the largest cock she had ever seen. It was nearly a foot long! \N-no! Stop! If you do this now, you\'ll be raping me! You\'ll go to jail for a very long time!\
\Would you really send your best hope of stardom to jail? I can also assure you that it\'s been tried. Very rarely, but it has been tried. Not only did those few who squealed fail to succeed in their lawsuit, but they very much regretted it afterwards. Come on Betty. I expected more of someone as dedicated as you.\ Betty swallowed hard. She did want to please him so bad. He was the key to her success, but at this price? Rape? She didn\'t know.
Pulling her legs apart had fully exposed her cunt. Her lips were wide open. Marcel already had his penis at her slit and was rubbing her clit. She could feel her juices beginning to flow. Her body was ready, but she wasn\'t. \Please, no. Stop! I don\'t want success at this price. I won\'t tell a soul, just please don\'t fuck me!\
\I\'m sorry Betty, but at this point you don\'t really have much of a choice.\ Betty was astonished. How could he do this to her? She had idolized this man. She would have done almost anything for him, but this? She just couldn\'t go through with it. Just as she was going through all of this emotional turmoil, Marcel shoved his dick halfway into her cunt. He was thicker than any of the few other dicks she had had in her cunt. The stretching in her cunt combined with the stretching in her pussy made her feel like she was about to burst. Marcel began to push in deeper and deeper until he hit her cervix. He pushed even harder and managed to get his dick past it. Betty was so slim and tight. He could hardly stand it. It was an effort to keep from cumming then and there. But he wanted her stretchy. He refused to admit any student, no matter how small, who couldn\'t take his whole dick. He pushed harder.
At first for Betty, it had been very painful to have such a huge cock inside of her. But as her exceptionally stretchy body adjusted, it began to feel better and better. She began to pant. He was getting her hot like no man had ever done before. He was driving her to new limits and thresholds. Suddenly she realized that he had done the same thing while stretching her legs. The key to being a successful dancer he had said was pushing your body past its limits. Was that what he was doing now? Was sex a necessary part of dancing? She had always thought it was an obstacle before. Marcel felt amazing. Her cunt was so tight. It obviously hadn\'t been used much before. He wanted her so badly as his student. She had such potential. So he did what he almost never did. He gave her a second chance.
\Are you certain that you want to throw away your career? You could be great as one of my students.\ Betty was still panting as he fucked her. She thought about what he said. Clearly he knew what he was doing. He\'d turned out more stars than any other. This opportunity was what she had wanted all of her life. The price to pay was being forced to have sex. with a guy she adored for his amazing dance skill. But forced to have sex. which felt amazingly good. which he had said would help her dancing. which made her feel more fulfilled than she had in a long time. Was it really that bad?
\Ok. I\'ll be your student. I won\'t tell. I want to continue this way.\
Marcel was overjoyed. He had thought he would have to deal with her like he had the other stubborn ones. He had thought he had lost her. Now she was his to train and do with as he wanted. With this thought, he came all over her pussy. His semen washed all over the deepest areas of her cunt. He continued to ejaculate spurt after spurt. As he was filling her up with cum, she went over the edge and started cumming too. It was the most explosive sensation of her life. None of the other men had felt like this. Marcel pulled out of her cum soaked cunt and kissed her softly on the forehead before releasing her from the machine.
In preparation for his arrival, Betty doubled her amount of practice time a day. She was working harder than she ever had before. That was a feat in itself because she took up nearly all of her free time with ballet. She hadn\'t even had time to have a serious boyfriend. Plenty of people were interested at first. She had the perfect body of a dancer. She was 5\'2\ and very slim. She was exceptionally limber too from her years of stretching and practice. She had B cup breasts that looked large on her very svelte frame. Everyone wanted a piece of her, but she never gave her boyfriends any of the proper attention. She\'d hardly spend any time with them. She spent nearly every waking minute at the dance studio. They also left her because she rarely, if ever, put out. Usually when she had sex, she was too exhausted the next day to perform her best in ballet. Overall, her love life was pretty stagnant, but she didn\'t mind because she was doing what she loved. However, every so often she felt a tinge of regret.
The day had finally arrived! Marcel was here! Betty was very nervous. Each dancer had put together a routine to show before Marcel. Most of them were dismissed. A few very lucky ones made the \first cut\ and were led into another room. All of them cam out afterwards looking very dejected. Apparently they had failed the second test. None of them would say what it was though. Betty figured that they had been sworn to secrecy as well and their responses implied as much.
Finally, Betty\'s turn had arrived. She felt sick to her stomach. She was very nervous right before she came before Marcel, but as soon as she got onto the stage, her instinct took over. She performed flawlessly. It was as if she was alone in the room. When she finally finished, she was surprised to hear applause. She turned to see Marcel smiling and clapping. She almost couldn\'t believe it. It was nearly impossible to contain her excitement. Marcel beckoned for her to come into the room where the second test was held. She was shaking as she walked through the door.
There was a strange apparatus in the center of the room. Betty looked towards it with curiosity. Marcel walked in behind her. \You have passed the first test with flying colors,\ he said. \You clearly have the natural talent and dedication to become a fine dancer. Unfortunately, there is much more to being a dancer than that. What you need most is to keep your body in absolutely perfect condition and even beyond that. You need to be able to stretch far more than is required by other teachers. That is what this machine is for. It precisely measures how far you can stretch. The most important area to be able to stretch is your legs, so we\'ll start with that.\
Betty nearly dived for the machine. She could stretch more than any other person in the studio. It was something she paid special attention to. \You may feel restricted by this,\ Marcel warned \but it is necessary. You will actually be lifted off the ground and we don\'t want you to fall and have some horrible accident. Especially since you seem so promising.\ Betty blushed at the compliment. She tried to hide it by focusing on the restraints, but Marcel noticed anyway. He was absolutely delighted by this gorgeous blonde. She\'d have to pass this test before he would even consider teaching her, but he was pretty sure she\'d be able to pass as easily as she had the last one.
The machine had two adjustable leg restraints that could be changed depending on how tall or short the person was. Her arms would be kept bound straight against her back until it was time to stretch those. Even Betty\'s head was carefully restrained. The cold metal of the machine gave Betty goose bumps, but she could hardly feel it she was so excited. By the time Marcel was done fitting her into the machine, practically all Betty could do was open and close her mouth. \Are you ready?\ Marcel asked. \Yes,\ she said. \Before I begin, I want you to know exactly what will happen. The machine will spread your legs apart until you tell me to stop. You must know that the longer you can stand the stretching, the more likely you are of passing the test. Now, let\'s begin.\
Marcel pressed a button on the machine and it slowly started to pull Betty\'s legs apart. At first it moved fairly quickly, but it started to slow down once her legs began to approach horizontal. Once her legs were perfectly horizontal, the machine stopped. \You don\'t have to stop,\ she said. She was feeling the pull of her stretching muscles, but she could go for a little bit more. Marcel smiled. \I just wanted to give you the opportunity to stop, same as the others.\ He pressed the button again and the machine began to move once more, this time even more slowly. Now Betty really began to feel the pull on her legs. After a few seconds of that, Marcel stopped the machine. \You look uncomfortable. Shall we stop?\ She wanted to stop. The pull was more than she had ever felt before, but she couldn\'t give up now. She had to go a little more. \No, continue.\
\Impressive,\ Marcel said and pressed the button once more. Her legs continued to be lifted up until her toes were nearly at her shoulders. She had held on for a long as she could. Now it had to stop. \STOP!\ She yelled. The machine stopped immediately. \I can\'t go any more,\ she said. \Please let me out of this now.\ Marcel was very impressed. It was her first time using the machine and already she had gone as far as some of his oldest students. He couldn\'t let her go quite yet though. There was one more part to the test that he hadn\'t explained ahead of time.
\There\'s one more part of the test. You only get to experience it if you can last very long on this machine. You\'ve lasted for quite a while, so you can undergo this one last test before becoming my student.\ Betty almost forgot the horrible stretching in her legs. She was so close! She almost didn\'t notice when Marcel got out a pair of scissors and started to cut at her leotard. \What are you doing!?\ she yelled.
\You need to be able to stretch in more places than your legs. Let\'s see how much I can stretch you in your cunt.\
Betty was stunned. This was his secret technique? She couldn\'t believe Marcel was having sex with all of his students. Marcel pulled down his pants and briefs to expose the largest cock she had ever seen. It was nearly a foot long! \N-no! Stop! If you do this now, you\'ll be raping me! You\'ll go to jail for a very long time!\
\Would you really send your best hope of stardom to jail? I can also assure you that it\'s been tried. Very rarely, but it has been tried. Not only did those few who squealed fail to succeed in their lawsuit, but they very much regretted it afterwards. Come on Betty. I expected more of someone as dedicated as you.\ Betty swallowed hard. She did want to please him so bad. He was the key to her success, but at this price? Rape? She didn\'t know.
Pulling her legs apart had fully exposed her cunt. Her lips were wide open. Marcel already had his penis at her slit and was rubbing her clit. She could feel her juices beginning to flow. Her body was ready, but she wasn\'t. \Please, no. Stop! I don\'t want success at this price. I won\'t tell a soul, just please don\'t fuck me!\
\I\'m sorry Betty, but at this point you don\'t really have much of a choice.\ Betty was astonished. How could he do this to her? She had idolized this man. She would have done almost anything for him, but this? She just couldn\'t go through with it. Just as she was going through all of this emotional turmoil, Marcel shoved his dick halfway into her cunt. He was thicker than any of the few other dicks she had had in her cunt. The stretching in her cunt combined with the stretching in her pussy made her feel like she was about to burst. Marcel began to push in deeper and deeper until he hit her cervix. He pushed even harder and managed to get his dick past it. Betty was so slim and tight. He could hardly stand it. It was an effort to keep from cumming then and there. But he wanted her stretchy. He refused to admit any student, no matter how small, who couldn\'t take his whole dick. He pushed harder.
At first for Betty, it had been very painful to have such a huge cock inside of her. But as her exceptionally stretchy body adjusted, it began to feel better and better. She began to pant. He was getting her hot like no man had ever done before. He was driving her to new limits and thresholds. Suddenly she realized that he had done the same thing while stretching her legs. The key to being a successful dancer he had said was pushing your body past its limits. Was that what he was doing now? Was sex a necessary part of dancing? She had always thought it was an obstacle before. Marcel felt amazing. Her cunt was so tight. It obviously hadn\'t been used much before. He wanted her so badly as his student. She had such potential. So he did what he almost never did. He gave her a second chance.
\Are you certain that you want to throw away your career? You could be great as one of my students.\ Betty was still panting as he fucked her. She thought about what he said. Clearly he knew what he was doing. He\'d turned out more stars than any other. This opportunity was what she had wanted all of her life. The price to pay was being forced to have sex. with a guy she adored for his amazing dance skill. But forced to have sex. which felt amazingly good. which he had said would help her dancing. which made her feel more fulfilled than she had in a long time. Was it really that bad?
\Ok. I\'ll be your student. I won\'t tell. I want to continue this way.\
Marcel was overjoyed. He had thought he would have to deal with her like he had the other stubborn ones. He had thought he had lost her. Now she was his to train and do with as he wanted. With this thought, he came all over her pussy. His semen washed all over the deepest areas of her cunt. He continued to ejaculate spurt after spurt. As he was filling her up with cum, she went over the edge and started cumming too. It was the most explosive sensation of her life. None of the other men had felt like this. Marcel pulled out of her cum soaked cunt and kissed her softly on the forehead before releasing her from the machine.
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