Rubber ducky you’re the one, you make bath time lots of fun. LOL. At least this rubber ducky does. Lots of adult fun. Check out these free pictures of me with my new bath buddy. This rubber ducky, isn’t your average rubber ducky. If you look close you’ll see he’s wearing this wild bondage outfit. But that’s not it! This guy vibrates too! Tonight, I brought him in the jacuzzi with me. It had been a long day and I needed some of his stress reliving magic. He’s perfect in the hot water. I put him between my legs and he knows just how to please me. His vibrations run through my entire body, making me feel good and making me forget about my stress.

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Tagert Prince stood in the doorway of his wife’s dressing room and smiled to himself as he watched her applying her makeup. She glanced over at her dripping wet husband and offered, “You better get a move on, Tag, we’re going to be late as it is.”
He quickly started toweling off the residue from his shower while replying, “So we’re a little late, those things never start on time anyway.” Now turning to face her husband of twenty six years Kimberly Prince admonished, “Now Tag, we don’t have time for any of your foolishness!” What Kim was referring to as foolishness was the rapidly expanding erection that was springing hard and proud from her husband’s groin. “You weren’t calling it that last night!” he laughed while giving his dick a quick fisting. “Stop it!” she said with a shake of her head. “You’re acting like a school boy for gosh sakes!” “Maybe I am at that!” he replied while pulling her to her feet and spinning her around so her huge ass was open and available. “O-oh Tag!” she gasped as he slid his now totally erect organ deep into her warm wet pussy. It only took a few moments until both of them were in the midst of a brutally satisfying orgasm that left them spaghetti legged from the experience! When his cock finally slipped from the now well fucked pussy both of them slipped slowly to the floor as their blood pressures began to slowly return to normal.

After a few minutes of recuperation Tag helped Kim to her feet and asked, “I wonder what it is that makes me so crazy for you?!?” She gave him a quick buss on the cheek and giggled, “I guess it’s just my knack for snappy conversation!” He kissed her back and replied over his shoulder as he went into the bedroom to finish dressing, “Yeah, that must be it!” Tag sat on the edge of the bed while pulling on his socks as his mind drifted back to that fateful day twenty some years ago when he first met Kimberly back in college.
Being from a small town from the mid west, Taggert Prince hadn’t had much contact with black people, that is until he saw the beautiful nineteen year old chocolate colored young woman studying quietly by herself in the library. For the next month he haunted the library hoping to catch another glimpse of this vision of beauty, but alas she was nowhere to be found. Then three months later, out of the blue, he found himself standing in line at the local movie theater waiting to buy a ticket when out of nowhere she was standing behind him all by her lonesome! The rest, as they say is history! Tag invited her to sit with him, and from that day on they were inseparable! At first his parents(and hers too) weren’t to hot on the idea of him dating a black girl. But once they saw how much they loved each other, they quickly fell in line and blessed the young couple’s union! So now, three kids and over two decades later they were happily married and still very much in love!

“What are you thinking about, Tag?” Kim asked as he wheeled the big Lincoln in and out of Saturday evening traffic. “Uh, nothing,” he replied while stopping at a red light.
“Come on,” she pressed on, “you were thinking about something, I could practically see the gears turning in your head.” “Well, if you must know, I was reminiscing about the first time I ever saw you naked.” he replied while squeezing the inside of her ample thigh.
“You are absolutely incorrigible!” she laughed. “So tell me, was it is good as you had imagined it would be?” “To say I was shocked would be and understatement!” he quickly answered. “Good or bad?” she asked softly. “It was good and you damn well know it, Kimberly Prince!” Even after twenty some years had passed Tag still shivered when he thought about the first time he undressed his future bride. It was back in her dorm room after late movie. Her roomie had gone home for the weekend leaving the place available for the two young lovers. Once inside the door they just stood there staring into each others eyes until like magic their lips met in long sensuous kiss! Once they broke apart they laughed softly but quickly became quiet as Tag began undoing the buttons on Kimberly’s sweater. Once the last button was undone he looked into her eyes and asked in a hushed tone, “Are you sure you want me to do this?” She kissed him gently on the cheek and without any warning slipped the garment off her shoulders and down to the floor, leaving her standing there in only her bra and jeans.

Of course he had known that she had a large chest, something that big is hard to hide! But Tag wasn’t any way, shape, or form prepared for what was now seeing! “M-my god,” he stammered while staring at the huge breasts nestled gently into the white satin low cut bra, “this can’t be happening to me.” With his breathing now coming in fits and starts he gaped dumbly as Kim turned away from him and asked softly, “Tag, could you please undo the hooks for me?” “It would be so helpful.” “Uh, sure,” he mumbled while trying to undo the four small clasps. For at least a minute he struggled mightily with the confounded bra strap until Kim took pity on him and undid it herself. “I hope I’m never caught in a fire and need you to unlock the door!” she teased while turning around and holding the huge cups in place with her free hand. “I-I’m sorry,” he moaned,
“I’ll try to do better next time.” “What makes you think there’s going to be a next time?” she asked in soft sultry voice. His head was spinning like a top! What was she trying to do to him?!? He was about to lose his mind when all at once she let her arms drop to her sides, allowing her incredible breasts to come into plain view!

He was literally stunned into silence! If heaven was better than this he couldn’t have imagined it! Two cocoa colored mounds of flesh that were the epitome of perfection on earth! Massive in size, yet defying gravity as they sat high and proud on Kim’s chest! The nipples were darker, but hard and inviting, almost begging to be sucked! “I’m a little disappointed in you, Taggert,” she cooed while cupping the twin beauties in her small hands. “W-why?” he gasped. “Welllllll,” she replied, “I thought that maybe you would have wanted to suck my nipples, but I can see that I was wrong.” “Oh no!” he shot back. “I do want to suck them!” “Really?” she asked. “Oh god, yes!” he groaned as his rapidly expanding hardon made a tent in the front of his pants. “Can I please?!?”
“I’m surprised at you, Tag,” she replied. “Why?” he asked dizzily. “You’re and English major aren’t you?” “Yes, I am,” he answered while wondering what in the heck that had to do with anything. “I think the proper grammer is “may I”,” she said sweetly.
“You’re making fun of me,” he replied with his head hung down. “I’m just kidding,” she said softly while gently guiding his mouth to her bosom. “Now, how does that feel?”

A long low moan gurgled up from deep in Kim’s throat as Tag buried his face into her massive cleavage. “M-my goodness!” she gasped. “That feels wonderful!” Tag was like a kid set loose in a candy store-so many things to try and not sure which to sample first! He quickly alternated his mouth from one hard nipple to the other while taking time in between to rub his face all over her heaving mammaries! “God you’re incredible!” he moaned while licking her nipple. “Y-you too!!!” she stammered. “I-I think I love you!”
For a few seconds neither one said a word until in a quiet sure voice Tag replied, “I love you too, Kimberly!” With all her inhibitions gone to the four winds she begged hoarsely, “Please, Tag, hurry up and take me!” While Tag wasn’t the most experienced man on the planet, he knew enough that when a beautiful young woman wants you to take her, you don’t ask any questions, you just do it! In a matter of just a few seconds he stripped off his clothes and watched in rapt amazement as Kimberly slowly slid off her jeans and panties, leaving her completely naked before him! He took her in his arms and kissed her deeply while his insistent erection pressed against her round tummy. Without a word he led her over to the bed where he lay her down and quickly mounted her. She reached down between them and carefully guided his head to the bulging opening of her vagina! She ran it up and down the length of her crack until she was sure that it was ready for entry. “Are you sure about this?” he whispered. “More than anything in my life,” she whispered back. He then kissed her lovingly one more time before slowly driving his manhood balls deep into the blast furnace that was her pussy!

Even before his cock had bottomed out for the first time Kimberly’s vagina spasmed violently around the invader as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasured pulsed though her
hungry groin. “M-my god!” she gasped. “I never imagined it could be so wonderful”
By now Tag was smoothly powering in and out of her, but listening to her last sentence brought him up short! “You mean that I’m the first one?” he moaned through clenched teeth. “Y-yesssssss!” she hissed as her sopping wet cunt was ravaged by another string of brutally satisfying cums. “Oh sweet jesus!” he panted. “This is my first time too!!!”
Kimberly’s huge chest jiggled like two giant bowls of jelly as she instinctively wrapped her legs around Tag’s ass to effectively lock him in place! For the next three minutes Tag’s cock was literally like a battering ram as it pounded his lover’s poor helpless pussy into
total and complete surrender! Then just as she gasped one last time, Tag’s cock convulsed wildly, sending a gusher of hot sperm deep into Kimberly’s well fucked pussy!
When it was finally over Tag collapsed on top her with his head nestled into Kimberly’s perfect bosom, totally spent and satisfied!

As they pulled into the Fuller’s driveway, Tag again caressed his wife’s inner thigh and asked, “Did I ever tell you that I love you?” “I never get tired of hearing it,” she said softly. “Well, I do,” he replied softly. “And I’ll tell you again when we get back home, okay?” “I’m gonna hold you to that, mister!” she answered with smile. And you can bet that he did!!!

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My assistant decided she was going to try her hand at running a dating site and have girls come in and shoot videos of them to show to the guys out there. I don’t think she understood about dating sites as this is the very first video interview she did and it is way too steamy for any real dating site I ever saw! Vika has been looking for a boyfriend for months, and that’s pretty hard to believe with her good looks and incredible body but it is true! So she comes in to make the video and then she finds herself talking about wanting to be with 2 guys at once, then she’s removing her clothes and finally using a toy to get her off with a strong, hip thrusting orgasm! I don’t think she will have a problem finding dates after this video do you?

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Marina Mendoza In A Very Naughty Schoolgirl Uniform

I see a lot of girls wearing schoolgirl uniforms, but I wonder how many of them actually went to a private school where they had to wear a uniform everyday. I was forced to go to a private school and let me tell you the uniform they make you wear is not very sexy - unless you make it. I was a little bit of a rebel back then, especially my senior year. I'd wear skirts a size smaller just so that they would be shorter and show off my legs. The shirts I sometimes got two sizes too small so that they would show off my tits. It's safe to say, I attracted a lot of attention from the boys in my classes. However, some of the school administrators[[ weren't so happy about some of my outfits. But you,[[ know that didn't stop me from wearing them.

They sent me to a private school to learn how to behave, but if anything I came out more wild! Click here to see more of my naughty pictures and videos at Marina Mendoza, my very wild adult modeling website!

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Tags:  straight sex, husband, wife pleasure An internet affair turns a dull marriage into something that can last the years.

I am a middle-aged woman whose marriage is in decline.  I *do* love my husband.  Didn’t I?  I mean we had four kids, the two girls were in their 20’s and both in university.  The two boys were “Oops” babies, and at nine and 12, they kept us young and very busy. 

My husband and I had been married nearly 30 years.  We got married right out of college.  I got pregnant right away, much to the amazement of the doctors, who said that wouldn’t ever happen for me.   I miscarried, and I felt like such a failure as a woman.  My husband was supportive, but wasn’t around all that much as he was in the Army, and off overseas.  On one furlough home, we, hmm, I think the term is “made out like rabbits”!  He went back overseas, and I found out I was pregnant with our first girl.  I kept it a secret, because I didn’t want him to worry, and in doing so take needless risks with his life.  Besides, I wanted to make sure I would carry the baby to at least a viable term.  At 4 months, the doctor said he was pretty sure, with good medical care, that I would indeed carry the baby to term.  I made arrangements to call my husband, and we were both weeping with joy.  Our second daughter was conceived in much the same way.  Our family was complete.  When my husband was discharged from active duty, we bought a small house in his home town.  It was a good place to raise kids.  We never bothered with birth control, and as the years went by, we resigned ourselves to being a family of four. 

I was 38 when we found out I was pregnant with our first son.  We were ecstatic, but we were warned their might be complications due to my age.  We did all the tests the doctors wanted to put me through and every thing was okay.  Three years later, we were doing it all over again.  My husband was as proud a father as anyone would want to see, but it was then that our sex life took a nose dive.  With four children to clothe and feed and plan educations for, well, my husband became a workaholic.  He didn’t want me working, although my income as a Registered Nurse would have helped out immensely.  I have to admit, I did enjoy being a stay at home wife and mother. 

My husband was away for a week long business trip.  Here I was, alone and feeling rather sexually frustrated, to say the least.  One night after the boys were in bed, I lay in our bed with my laptop, and found several websites dedicated to erotica.  Oh my, I never realized how conventional and boring my husband and I had become.  It was the good old missionary position, and never varied from that, and our lovemaking had gone from twice a week to twice a month, if that.

On this website, you could send a private message to the author.  Everyone had a nickname, so it was anonymous, if you wanted it to be that way.  Of course I did.  I set up a separate email account and left it that I had to sign in, but my password was rather transparent, and my husband could have broken it easily. 

The author I chose to communicate with was a young man, only 25.  (Oh god, I’m old enough to be his mother.)  I gave him the email address and so began our rather torrid affair.  As soon as I got the kids off to school, I would check my email.  The messages flew, fast and furious.  At 25, he wanted pumping, grinding, hard core cock in cunt (or ass, or mouth) sex.  Light bondage, was also a part of his vocabulary, as were sex toys.  I made it very clear from the onset of these trysts, that it could last no longer than a week.  I told him to think of himself as my teacher. 

At twice his age, I wanted long, slow languorous lovemaking.  I would share my fantasies, with just enough of the fast stuff, to keep him interested.  His words were enough to drive me to distraction, and I found myself fingering my clit and likely having the first orgasm of my married life.  Sad but true, and too bad my husband wasn’t there to enjoy it.

I found with just the right stimulation to my clit, I would gush out fluid out of my pussy.  The first time it happened, I was mortified and thought I had wet myself.  My young lover assured me that that was a good thing, and that I had just “cum”.  My young lover also introduced me to a porn site, that was very explicit, but very exciting to see these men and women in various sexual positions that I didn’t even know existed!  At 50, I decided that I was indeed naive, and had led a very sheltered life. 

My young lover introduced me to chat, where he said he would “fuck me”.  Oh my god, I was so turned on by his words that I came and didn’t even touch myself. 

The day before my husband was to return, we had our last “cyber fuck” and once again I had a hard little clit and a very wet and gushing pussy, and I hadn’t even touched myself.  We said our goodbyes and I erased all the email from my computer and removed the email program as well.  I felt a little sad, at the closure of this chapter of my life, but I also felt exhilarated that my husband was coming home, and for the first time in many years I couldn’t wait to get my hands on my husband. 

I made arrangements for the kids to do sleep overs for the weekend, and was going to book a hotel, but thought that my husband may prefer to stay at home after being away for a week.  I bought candles, and silk rose petals, and new sheets for the bed.  I turned our bedroom into a lovenest.  I also had the locksmith come and put a lock on our bedroom door.

The next morning, I got the kids off to school and drove to Seattle.  I wanted to check out a sex shop there, and was surprised to find it in an upscale part of town, looking very discreet.  I was relieved that I would not be rubbing elbows with dirty old men who were looking for a peep show.

The young woman asked me what I was looking for.  I must have turned 40 shades of red, and she put her hand on my arm and assured me I had nothing to be embarrassed over.  We sat down and had a cup of tea and she started by showing me a catalogue.  I told her that I wanted to save my marriage, and I thought spicing up our sex life would help. 

She showed me books, that described different positions, and just how to get there.  She showed me tasteful, but sexy lingerie, that “would drive any man to the brink of orgasm”, or so she said.  She also showed me vibrators and dildos that a couple can use, and explained how.  She seemed very comfortable with her sexuality.  I, on the other hand was not.  She explained to me that our greatest sex organ, wasn’t the vagina or penis, (yes she did indeed use those clinical terms) but our brain.  I needed to think sexy and therefore would be sexy.  I left the shop with a purple paper tote bag with some lingerie and some massage oils and lubes, as well as a vibrator. 

My next stop was to my favorite department store for a new outfit.  Something slinky, and maybe low cut.  I was never blessed with big breasts and even after giving birth to four children, they still weren’t what I would say big.  I found a great black dress, with a plunging v neck and back.  The sales girl helped me pick out a “stick on bra”.  (I never knew such a thing existed) and a black garter belt and black thigh high stockings.  She said that if I wanted to make an impression on my husband, pantyhose doesn’t cut it!!!.  I wanted to pick out some panties, perhaps a thong, but she discouraged me.  (Go with out underwear!!!  I was surely on the road to deprivation.)  However the young woman assured me I was not, and said that my husband was a very lucky man. She actually helped me dress and packed my clothes that I wore in bag, which I tucked in the trunk of our SUV along with my bag of goodies from the sex shop. 

It was time to meet his plane at SeaTac, and I parked in the garage rather than wait at the curbside.  I walked into the airport and felt many sets of eyes on me and even got a whistle or two.  I smiled to myself, and thought, if you think sexy, you’ll be sexy.  I was standing waiting for him by the luggage carousel, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head and his mouth was hanging agape.

I strode over to him and I kissed him deeply on the mouth.  It didn’t take much coaxing on my part to get him to French kiss me right there in the airport.  (We had never been big on PDA’s)  In the most sultry voice I could muster, without sounding like I had a bad case of laryngitis, I welcomed my husband home and kissed him again. 

He held me at arm’s length, for a minute to look at the dress and I twirled for him hoping that he might catch a glimpse of my black garter belt and stockings.  By the silly grin on his face, I guess he did. 

We talked about his trip, and stuff that had gone on at home, the girls and their marks for their exams that they had just finished writing.  His luggage spilled out and we were soon on our way out to the car, once again, I garnered a few whistles, and I glanced sideways at my husband, who put his hand possively at the small of my back and looked like a peacock as he strutted beside me. 

I handed him the keys so he could drive as it was getting to be rush hour.  I hate rush hour in Seattle heading south, on a weekend.  Besides, if I drove, I couldn’t sit sideways and pull one leg up one my seat, affording my husband a glimpse of my now damp pussy. 

He threw his suitcase in the trunk and I was thankful I had covered my bag of goodies with a blanket we keep in the trunk.  He opened the passenger door and helped me inside and went around and got in on the driver’s side. 

“You look beautiful, Darling”, he commented to me as we made our way out of the parking garage. 

“I am very glad you’re home Sweetheart”, I said to him.  We got onto the freeway and made our way south to home. 

I turned slightly in my seat, and brought my left leg up and pulled the full skirt of my dress up just a bit so he could see the garter belt.  I reached over and ran my fingers through his dark hair with graying temples, that all of a sudden I found *very* distinguished. 

He looked at me and smiled, and asked “Okay, what’s up?”

Little did he know, he unwittingly gave me the first break of the conversation.  “Well, I’m hoping your UP, Darling.”, and I leaned over and felt for his cock through his suit trousers.  (Note to self, don’t do that in rush hour traffic again!)

“Oh my God Kim, what has gotten into you lately?” 

Ha, another break, “Well, my dear handsome husband, certainly not you!  I have a very special surprise waiting for you at home, Darling.” I said as I bunched my skirt up a little higher around my hips.  I was starting to get very thrilled and my pussy was beginning to throb and I was flushed with excitement. 

I continued to touch him, on his inner thigh, and his cock and could see it twitching and becoming erect inside the leg of his trousers.

I noticed that he was speeding, but I never said anything (the old wife would have nagged about speeding, especially if we had gotten a ticket.  I figured it was a small price to pay to save our marriage.)

We got home and I told him there were some things I needed out of the trunk and he tried to put me off, anxiously steering me toward the house.  I insisted, telling him he wouldn’t be disappointed.  I grabbed my bag of things from the sex shop and sashayed into the house just ahead of my husband. 

As soon as the door was closed and locked, he grabbed me and kissed me deeply on the mouth again.  Our tongues mating in a foreshadow of what was to come.  I was frantically trying to untie his tie and undo his shirt and belt and pants.  It was a flurry of hands and mouths and teeth nipping at ears, neck and anything else that was nippable. 

I took him by the hand, and said, “Come with me, Honey” and I led him into our room, where I finished undressing him slowly and sent him into the shower to wash away the travel weariness.  I quickly lit the candles and stepped out of my dress, since it was half off already.  I joined him in the shower and we laughed at the “stick on bra”.  I have to say it did make my breasts look “pert”, but it was torture coming off. 

We washed each other gently paying attention to those erogenous zones, neck, shoulders, the insides of elbows and the backs of knees.  I gently took his growing cock in my hand and lovingly stroked it, murmuring to him what I wanted him to do with it.  If he was shocked, he didn’t show it.

He massaged my breasts, and nipples that were already hard and tingling.  His hand wandered down my belly, that was quivering with desire, to the apex of my thighs.  He cupped my mound and slowly slid his middle finger inside the folds to find my clit.  He circled it gently and I was moaning with desire. 

We got out of the shower and dried each other off, and headed to the bed.  He glanced around the candlelit room and sighed.  He picked me up in his arms and laid me gently on the bed.  He came down beside me, and continued to finger my clit, I brought my knees up, in a reflex, and he took the hint.  He slid first one, then two, then three fingers in my pussy.  I was so aroused, that I lost control and came with a gush of sweet nectar into his hand.  I was breathing heavily and he looked at my now wet and glistening pussy and the fluid coating his hand.  He took his fully erect cock in his hand and smeared the moisture on it.  He laid me back and asked, “Darling, do you still like it long and slow?”

“Yes”, I gasped, “with maybe a few switch ups along the way.”

He positioned himself between my legs and slowly inserted his lovely prick into me.  We found our rhythm, and we revelled in each other’s body.  We came together, and smiled at each other.  We spooned each other and talked about our love over the years.  It wasn’t too long until I wanted to show him something else I had learned, I rolled him on his back and took his lovely cock into my hands.  I started to give him a quick hand job, and then I went down on him with my mouth.  He was soon writhing on the bed and bucking his hips.  I continued to suck, swirling the tip of my pointed tongue on the head of his penis.  He was moaning and I heard yell “Oh fuck, Kim, don’t stop, please don’t stop–I’m cumming!”  I swallowed every last drop of his nectar.  I smiled at him and said, “Oh Darling, you taste so good”, and I kissed him so he could taste it too.  He lay there and held me in his arms, and then he asked if he could do that to me. 

He got between my legs and parted my outer labia.  He touched my clit, and watched my face as he did so.  He put his head down and lapped at the moist folds of my love canal, until I was screaming with wanton desire.  “Oh fuck me now, now, fuck my pussy now” I screamed.  He took the cue and rammed into me hard, again and again.  I could tell by his movements that he was going to cum soon and I let go at the same time.  We collapsed onto each other.  We lay like that for quite a while, just enjoying each other in a way we hadn’t done for years. 

He asked me what had transpired while he was away.  I told him I would tell him one day, but not tonight.  Tonight was a night of firsts for us in many ways.  I didn’t get a chance to use the sex toys that evening, we were too interested in what our hands and mouths could offer each other.  Of course, we have the whole weekend.  Maybe there is such a thing as a second chance at life.    

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I finally did confess what I had done when my husband was away that week.  I told him, it was something I would never seek out again.  We both wonder from time to time what became of the young man who so willing taught a middle age housewife, to really appreciate her body and teach her husband to appreciate it too. 

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“What was that noise,” Brenda whispered to Morgan after poking her best friend in the ribs to wake her up!?! “W-what time is it,” Morgan asked sleepily, “I don’t hear anything, go back to sleep!!!” “Wake up, girl,” Brenda implored once again, “I’m not sure but it sounded like someone might be in trouble!!!” Morgan rolled over onto her side, and after wiping the sleep out of her eyes commented, “Are you sure you weren’t dreaming, remember last summer when you thought there was a man with a gun hiding in your garage!?!” “Okay, okay,” Brenda replied urgently, “so I was wrong once, that doesn’t mean I didn’t hear what I heard tonight does it!?!” All right already,” Morgan replied now fully awake, “so what kind of trouble did it sound like this person was having!?!” “Well, I duuno for sure,” Brenda replied quickly, “but it sounded bad!!!”

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Morgan looked at the clock and exclaimed, “Good grief, Bren, it’s three thirty in the morning and you can’t even tell me what you think you heard, so let’s try and get some sleep, okay!?!” Brenda was just about to speak, when clear as a bell a woman’s voice

softly said, “Please, stop, I can’t take it anymore!!!” “See what I mean.” Brenda said excitedly, “it sounds like some woman’s in trouble, I just knew I heard something!!!” “Shut up, Bren,” Morgan ordered sternly, “I’m pretty sure that’s my mother talking!!!”

“Your mother,” Brenda replied in hoarse whisper, “are you nuts, why would she be in any danger!?!” “I don’t know,” Morgan replied, “but who in the heck else could it be, the only ones in the house are you, me, mom, and my dad, nobody else!?!” “You’re right,” Brenda whispered in reply, “do you think we should check it out, I mean what if she is in trouble or something!?!” “For once I think that you’re right,” Morgan replied while hopping out of bed an donning her bath robe, “are you coming with me or not!?!” “And stay here by myself,” Brenda replied with a shiver, “are you nuts, I’m right with ya, hon!!!” “Okay then, now be quiet and stay behind me,” Morgan replied while opening the door to the long hallway that connected all of the bedrooms, “let’s go!!!” Slowly the two eighteen year olds made their way down the corridor to Morgan’s folk’s bedroom, and the closer they got the louder the noise became, until when they were directly outside the door they able to hear each and every word being spoken inside!!!

“What are they saying,” Brenda hissed, “I can’t hear a thing!?!” “Well if you shut up you just might,” Morgan whispered back, as they both put their ears to othe door and heard

Beth Vincent begging her husband to stop spanking her!!! “Do you promise to be a good little girl,” Gordon Vincent asked his wife while striking her bottom with two more hard swats, “you don’t sound very convincing to me, young lady!?!” Making what sounded like real tears, Beth sobbed, “Please, daddy, I promise to be good, just don’t hit me anymore!!!” “Good grief,” Brenda whispered excitedly, “your dad’s beating the hell you your mother, what are we gonna do about it!?!” “I-I’m not sure,” Morgan replied while her mind was spinning, “it didn’t sound like dad was really mad at her, did it!?!” “You wanna take that chance,” Brenda asked hoarsely, “what if he’s tryin’ to kill her or something!?!” “Now you’re the one who’s acting crazy,” Morgan retorted, “you’ve know my dad since you were a baby and have you ever known him to hit anyone!?!”

After thinking about that one for second or two, Brenda shook her head and replied, “Okay, you got me there, but proof is proof, honey, and it sounds pretty bad to me!!!”

“Shush up,” Morgan whispered, “she’s saying something else!?!” Both girls quieted right down just in time to hear Morgan’s mother say, “If you stop spanking me I can be a very good little girl!!!” “How good,” came her father’s reply!?! “I-I could suck your thing for you,” she said in a little girls’ voice, “would you like me to put it in my mouth and suck it for you, daddy!?!” Both Morgan and Brenda gasped while they listened to Mrs. Vincent practically begging her husband to let her suck on his pecker in return for mercy, and as their hearts were pounding they continued listening in!!! “Okay,” Gordon replied, “but you have to suck it all the way, and I mean that you swallow every last drop, I don’t want a repeat of last week when you pulled it out and let it shoot all over your breasts, do you understand me, little girl!?!” “Oh yes, daddy,” she happily replied, “I understand perfectly!!!”

“Oh, Beth,” Gordon Vincent sighed, “you have a real talent there, better than anyone I’ve ever had!!!” “Even better than Cindy Wells,” Beth asked with a chuckle!?! “Well, I guess that I’d call that a dead heat,” Gordon replied quickly, “let’s just say that you’re both in the major leagues of cocksuckers!!!” Brenda nearly collapsed when she heard that last little exchange, and with a look of total confusion she whispered, “D-did you hear that, your dad acts like my mom’s given him oral sex, I just can’t believe it, and your mother knows all about it too!?!” “I don’t know what to say,” Morgan replied softly while patting her best friend on the arm, “but from the sound of it, I’ll bet your dad was doing my mom too, or at least that makes the most sense!!!” “Most sense,” Brenda snapped, “that means that they’d have been wife swapping, or worse!!!” “I know, I know,” Morgan retorted, “what do you want me to do about it, go in and ask them, or maybe we should call up your mom and ask her, that would be fun, “by the way mom, I heard Gordon and Beth Vincent mention that you sucked him off and I was just wondering if it were true!?!” “All right, already,” Brenda replied a little sadly, “I’m just a little shocked that’s all!!!” “You and me both,” Morgan replied as she put her ear back to the door!!!

The sounds of Beth’s sucking became louder and louder until Gordon moaned out loud and groaned as he filled his wife’s hot mouth with a load of nice gooey cum!!! “Now that was a good little girl,” he said with a sigh, “not one drop lost, and to just to show my appreciation I’ll give you anything you want, just name it!!!” “Well, daddy,” she replied giggling, “you know how tight my little pussy is, and it could really use a good hard fucking, so could you do that for me, daddy, could you please fuck your little girl’s pussy for her!?!” After what sounded like a little chuckle from her father, Gordon Vincent replied, “Of course I will, dear, how would you like it!?!” “Oh, daddy,” she squealed, “I’d really like to ride your big penis, could I daddy, could I ride it, please!?!” “You mean you want me to lie back and just let you climb on and let my penis slide into your little tight pussy,” he asked softly!?!” “Oh yes, daddy,” she replied, “hurry up, daddy, your little girl really needs a good hard fucking!!!”

“I think that they’re playing some kind of sex game,” Brenda whispered!!! “With a look of disdain on her face, Morgan just shook her head and replied, “No shit, Sherlock, what ever gave you that idea!?!” “I was just stating a fact, that’s all,” Brenda replied, “don’t jump down my throat will ya!?!” “Okay, okay,” Morgan shot back, “shush up now, mama’s talking again!!!” “Oh, Gordon,” Beth sighed in her normal voice, “you are so fucking good to me, ohhhhhhhhhhh you’re so fucking big, I just love riding your fucking pecker!!!” “Y-you’re still as tight as when I first married you, babe,” her father said while grinding his meat into his wife’s cunt, “I’m absolutely addicted to your pussy and ass, I just can’t seem to get enough of them!!!” “D-do yo like it when I pretend to be your little girl,” she gasped as her pussy convulsed several times in preparation of its climax!?! “You know I do,” he moaned loudly, “and I love punishing my “bad” little girl’s fat bottom!!!” “Oh, god,” she gasped, “I-I’m almost there, w-what about you, are you gonna cum!?!” “Are you nuts,” he groaned, “I’m gonna cum in buckets and fill your tight little cunt with a super load of hot jism!!!” Just hearing her husband speaking of her pussy in such a crude fashion was more than enough to send Beth over the cliff and onto the shoals of orgasm reef as her pussy spasmed out of control, gripping her husband’s penis in its vise like grip until it shuddered hard, and then released its load of firey cum deep inside of her

quaking pussy!!!

Once back in bed both girls were silent for a long time until Brenda asked softly, “Do you really think that they did my parents or it was all part of their game!?!” “I don’t know, Bren,” Morgan replied thoughtfully, “but I do know one thing, I’ve got the two hottest folks around, and you can take that to the bank!!!

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We hadn’t seen Daniel and Karen for some time. Dan had taken a job out on the west coast as a financial
planner and the two of them had been gone for around eight months. When they called and said that they
were coming into town, Ginny and I naturally invited them to stay with us.

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Ginny and Karen were best friends from way back, and the four of us had known each other for about six
years. Dan and Karen always had lived close by and their move to Los Angeles was tough on Ginny. I
knew Ginny was really looking forward to them spending a two weeks with us.

We picked up Dan and Karen at the airport and took them out for a nice dinner. We caught up on how the
jobs were going and how everyone was doing. The two of them seemed to be doing really well. Dan had
been promoted and Karen was working as well.

We got home and crashed in the living room. Dan opened a bottle of wine that he brought for us, and pretty
soon we were all feeling pretty nice. I was sitting on the sofa next to Ginny and Karen, and Dan was sitting
in a recliner by the TV. It got later and later as we talked. Finally, Ginny and I got up to go to bed. We were
on our way to our bedroom when Karen called out to us.

“Wait,” she said.

We turned around and looked at her. She looked nervous and blushed. Dan also looked nervous.

“We don’t think you’ll take this the wrong way, but it’s been a fantasy of ours to talk about including other
people in our sex life.” Karen sighed. “We’ve often talked about group sex, and we talk about you most of
the time.”

Blood rushed to my cock immediately. Ginny and I also have had group sex fantasies. We’ve even had a
threesome with another man. So when Karen started talking about group sex with us, I was all for it and I
figured Ginny would be too.

“Well,” Ginny said, hesitatingly. “I’m glad you feel comfortable sharing that with Rob and me.” It looked
like Ginny wasn’t interested. Both Karen and Dan looked crestfallen. Then Ginny broke out with a wide
grin. “So why don’t you join us in bed?” she asked. Dan and Karen looked up, astonished. Ginny grabbed
my hand and ran back to the bedroom. “Last one there’s a rotten egg,” she cried out as she jumped onto the
bed.

Ginny and I quickly stripped as Dan and Karen came into the room. In no time, we were all naked and I
started kissing Ginny on the bed. Dan and Karen lay down next to us and started kissing as well. I ran my
hands over my wife’s pert tits, gently pinching her nipples until they were erect and standing tall on the tips
of her breasts. She cooed with delight and I slowly traveled down her body and pushed the flat of my
fingers between her legs. Ginny sighed was I pressed against her button and began rotating her hips in time
with my caresses.

I looked at Dan and Karen and they were intently staring at us. I smiled at the two of them and then
motioned at my wife, inviting either or both of them to join in. Karen tentatively approached and kissed
Ginny on the cheek. When Ginny didn’t protest, Karen kissed her full on the mouth. Their tongues touched
and danced as Karen’s hands were all over my wife’s tight body.

Dan came over and began massaging both Karen’s ass and Ginny’s tits. The played with her nipples,
causing Ginny to moan loudly. I continued playing with her clit, and I knew that being the center of sexual
attention would cause her to climax quickly. As Karen kissed her face and Dan played with her sensitive
nipples, I slowly lowered my head to my wife’s pussy and was rewarded as she came all over my mouth,
coating my face with her juices.

After Ginny’s orgasm, Ginny and Karen lay down next to each other. Dan started to kiss and lick his way
down his wife’s body until his face was buried in her pussy. I hadn’t left Ginny’s cunt, so I started licking
her again. I licked and sucked at Ginny’s clit until I felt another orgasm rising in her little body. As I slowly
slid a finger into her hot cunt to stroke her G-Spot, Karen reached over to caress Ginny’s breasts.

At that point, I could tell that Dan was interested in Ginny too. I moved away from my wife’s pussy,
resulting in quite a few moans of frustration. I moved up beside her and took one of her nipples in my
mouth. Karen leaned over to kiss the other nipple and Dan moved in between my wife’s legs and started
eating her pussy. Ginny came again, moaning loudly as the three of us kissed, nibbled and sucked at her
body.

Karen suggested that I fuck my wife and at that point I was only too happy to comply. Dan moved away
from between my wife’s legs and allowed me to position myself right at the opening of her hot pussy. I
pushed into her and was almost sucked in completely by her vaginal muscles. Dan and Karen breathlessly
watched as we fucked. Then Karen got up on her hands and knees and Dan started fucking her from behind.

Watching the two of them fuck right next to us pushed me over the edge, and I came powerfully into my
wife’s pussy, shooting stream after stream of cum deep into her. I withdrew and Ginny and I watched Dan
and Karen. It wasn’t long before Dan too shot his load into his wife’s pussy.

All four of us collapsed into each other’s arms and fell asleep.

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   The year does not matter. When one is fourteen, nothing much matters except being fourteen and enjoying to the full, those opportunities that life deems worthy of your participation in, at that precise moment in time.

    So it was, that fate that morning should have tossed Marion clean across the footpath right in front of me on my way to school. Not that she was overweight in any way I stress, she simply slipped on the icy footpath, sprawling face-downwards into quite deep snow. The least I could do was pick her up.

    Now when one loses one’s footing, leading to the humiliation of falling over, and especially in the case of a female, this detracts totally from any sense of outer elegance, denting entirely the victim’s dignity. In falling, her legs had splayed outwards and a momentary glimpse of some light-colored material beneath the gusset of her winter stockings had worked its unavoidable retinal magic. As I hooked my arm beneath hers in an effort to pull her to her feet, she reacted as one might expect a young school-girl to, thus affronted.

   “It’s OK, I’m fine thank you,” she gritted, seemingly less than grateful for my intercession.

    In falling, her satchel had slipped from her shoulders and now lay upturned in the snow which itself lay feet deep, drifted up against the school chain-wire fence. Dislodged from the confines of their leather protector, books, set squares, geometry equipment and her pencil-set were now strewn around her, their final resting places identified by multiple holes in the snow. In hindsight, the scene was not unlike the Titanic wreckage field. Retrieving her possessions in near silence, it was a case of neither of us knowing really what to say.

    Handing over her protractor, the last escapee, Marion half smiled.

  “Thanks,” she said “Sorry I was a bit gruff just now, I was really embarrassed.” I wondered for a moment if that included my up-skirt viewing option.

  “Oh, that’s alright,” I replied. “I’ve never seen you at school, what class are you in?….I’m Noel by the way.”  I added.

    Shaking gloved hands she told me her name and confided that it was in fact her first day there,  having transferred from Dartford Grammar. I had to suppress a grin, our soccer team having crunched the ”Dartford invincibles”  five-nil the previous weekend.

    It wasn’t until we actually had gotten to school and had stowed our gear in the lockers that I was privileged to catch a glimpse of the real Marion, sans her winter outerwear, gloves, scarf and hat. It was worth the wait.

    Laughably inexperienced and with all the predatorial  instincts of  Bambi, I still could recognize a sexy young body when I saw one…and right then, I was definitely looking at one. Slim-hipped but with curves in all the right places, those bright blue eyes looked across the hallway at me from the prettiest of heart-shaped faces. A flawless complexion and full “why-not-try-me-now?” lips certainly dropped my anchor. I think I was in love with her before recess. Judging by several other boys’ double-takes however, I certainly wasn’t going to be having this all my own way. I figured I would keep one step ahead of the herd though and asked her if she would like to see me at lunch time. I think I noticed the beginnings of a blush. At least, I like to think I did!

    I couldn’t tell you what I had to eat that day but I remember with undiminished recall every last detail of that lunch period.

    Marion, having been billeted to 3B (British equivalent of 9th grade) whilst I was resident in 3A, meant that we were unable to sit at the same table. It didn’t stop me from looking across at her in-between mouthfuls though. I was encouraged by the fact that she was sharing her table with seven other girls however, rather than mixed company.

    Now the canteen in that school was colossal. One supposes that having to cater for almost seven hundred kids in two sittings, it had to be. We’re not talking prison food either. Steaming hot Shepherd’s pie, the width of the plate with vegetables, heated rolls with cheese followed by rhubarb or apple pie with as much fresh cream as you could take on board, together with just about any soft drink you care to name - and that was a bad day. You paid nothing for it either!

    I think it had been a roast chicken Tuesday. Shuffling now the remnants of my dessert around the plate, I noticed Marion about to get up. Informing the dorky sixth-form prefect at the head of our table that I had some assignment to complete, he waved me free to leave.

    I already had a spot picked out.

   At the northern end of one of the three enormous playgrounds, right alongside the tennis courts, sat the largest of oak trees that had probably been there when Oliver Cromwell was a lad. Around its huge base someone had thoughtfully constructed a circular seating arrangement that could probably have housed twenty children shoulder to shoulder. As it was, there was rarely ever more than half a dozen school-kids clustered around that tree at any one time. On this day  there was no-one.

    The air freezing but invigorating, I see it all now as clearly as I did that day. The great tree denuded of its leaves but with snow piled-up thickly at the confluence of its upper boughs. Icicles hanging like stalactites from the roofs of the Assembly Hall and Science block away to our left. Someone had painted the most beautiful vanilla sky also, that hung over the distant playing fields while more snow clouds were obviously building up in the east.

   As Marion talked I just looked at her. I could see the gentlest of curves beneath her woollen jumper and as she moved her arms to emphasize a point once in a while, their presence would be highlighted. I tried shifting my focus of concentration but at the back of my mind was the sexual awakening I had experienced with Ruth just eighteen months earlier and I simply wanted now to see Marion undressed. I think my hands betrayed my physical unrest and how sweet was the feeling when she took them in hers as she talked. So wide was the gulf at that moment between a young girl on the very fringes of maturity and a fourteen year old schoolboy with absolutely no control of either his emotions or his dictatorial hormonal urges.

    I have no idea whether the afternoon’s concluding periods included, Latin, Chemistry or French…all I remember are successive teachers shouting out “Pay Attention Noel,” their pleas falling on majorly distracted ears.

    When the final bell sounded at 4.10 p.m. darkness had fallen and I walked Marion to her bus stop, pointing out on the way my own home, not so very distant. I asked if she would like to come over at the weekend maybe. Her reply of “I’ll have to ask my dad,” was all I needed to hear. Obviously she wanted to.

    In contrast to the laissez-faire if not fully unhinged social dictates of the new millennium, fathers of small children and especially young girls in those days, had a keen interest in “sizing up”  the family environment  whenever any offer was made for a son or daughter to “come over” for a while. Before relinquishing the reins in any shape or form, at the very least, a phone call would be made to determine the family’s suitability to host their child for even the shortest of periods.

    Despite passing the preliminaries, Mr. Cardiff was adamant he wanted to “meet” me before granting his daughter leave to visit.  Accordingly my father agreed to pick her up the following Saturday morning at which time I might be “evaluated.”

    I had never been so well behaved.

   At the point I heard Marion’s mother whisper to her husband,  “He’s such a nice boy Arthur,” I figured I was on easy street. If only she could have known some of the thoughts I was having, looking at her daughter standing there in those figure hugging jeans. More than likely Mr. Cardiff already knew. He was staring at me, such as one might ponder a squashed ant.

  “We want her back no later than 9 p.m. sharp, alright?”  he barked. Dad assured him he would have her home on time.

     I was luckier than most.

    Our home, being adjacent to a huge park had meant that never in all my childhood had their ever been a shortage of options when friends came over.  Every holiday the enormous fairground set-up camp just a ten-minute walk from our rear fence, straight through the forest. Miniature train rides, large well-equipped playground, tennis courts, the Mansion House with its tea-rooms and lavish museum of middle-age weaponry. In Summer, firework displays and the motor boats and skiffs on the lake. Beautiful Olde English gardens to walk through and of course the enormous public swimming center with four separate pools and a refreshment kiosk that doubled as a ball room.

    Mid-winter and with the great lake frozen over, kids would spend hours ice skating. It was to this very venue that I took Marion after she had dumped her stuff in our hallway and following our ingestion of a few ham, cheese and cress sandwiches that my parents had kindly provided.

    Rugged-up to the max, we could probably have made a decent assault on Everest. One of so many pairs and family groups there that afternoon, just being with her was all I wanted. She clung to my coat-sleeve as I pulled her relentlessly towards the tiny island now ice-locked center lake, which in summer so many young couples would row out to, for a brief romantic interlude.

    As my pace quickened, I unfortunately discovered that my co-ordination skills were not on a par with my directional inertia, resulting in a folding of my lower limbs and the direct placement of my rear-end on the ice.  It was also brought to bear that I had no ready-made braking system to hand and was otherwise still travelling at a healthy rate of knots. Marion, in attempting to avoid my ankles, orchestrated her second collapse of the week and lying atop me now was laughing and giggling hysterically.  With those wonderfully soft and pliant lips but inches from mine, I kissed her. She stopped laughing!

    At the conclusion of a late supper, there was time for little more than a TV show before we had to take her home.  Sitting in the back seat, I caught my father’s smile in the rear-vision mirror, as I captured one further kiss just as we negotiated Marion’s driveway. It was 9 p.m. on the dot.

    It was to be a further fortnight before she was able to come over again and had Mr. and Mrs. Cardiff been forewarned of the circumstances to be played-out that afternoon, I would have been welcomed at their front door with an electric cattle prod, if not a double-gauge shotgun. Probably both!

    Dad should never have bequeathed me that bedroom - by far the largest room in the house.  Now in normal circumstances, the least responsible of parents would think twice about allowing their son to take a fourteen-year old girl upstairs alone to his bedroom for hours un-supervised. Like I would have ever permitted such license towards any of my three daughters? The fact is though, it was rather more than a bedroom. More of a lounge/study really, with a fold-out day and night. The room contained my work desk, and with its own television and stereo system, doubled as an entertainment center, even a small museum of sorts with glass cabinets all around the room, containing artifacts and treasures I had collected since early childhood. With its own intimate gas-heating also, It was always hard getting friends and acquaintances to go home!

    The Saturday in question,  Marion and I had walked up to the High Street, but eight minutes distant,  checking out the record stores, having sodas in the ice-cream parlor  and just strolling around the shops. Not five minutes after we returned home, some friends of the family turned up unexpectedly and forthwith commandeered the main lounge which left us with little or no privacy.

   “Would you mind if we go up to my room for a while dad?” I asked hopefully. Never for one moment expecting him to agree, I was staggered when he replied, “Sure kid, I’m sure you two have something better to do with yourselves than hang around us adults.” My mother however, more alert to the ways of the young male evidently, shot me a glance. “Just behave yourselves up there.” I think I noticed out of the corner of one eye,  a smile playing around dad’s lips and a blush forming near Marion’s. Inside, I was performing high fives.

   I had no choice but to behave myself  as it turned out.  So interested was Marion in all my treasures and collectables, I spent the first three-quarters of an hour answering questions and showing her various exhibits. Then she wanted to play records, I was beginning to think this hadn’t been such a hot idea after all.  By the time “Are You Lonesome Tonight?” dropped for its fourth play I was beginning to wish Elvis had never been born. I figured I would break the monotony and asked her if she’d like a Coke.

When I got back to my room, Marion was standing over at the huge bay window, which offered up a panoramic vista of the rear garden, the dense forest beyond and the gentle undulations of the parkland east of our fenced border. Most of the snow had melted and though still freezing cold, everything was picturesque in its wintry solitude.

   “You are so lucky,” she whispered, “No one else has anything like this to look out at. My little bedroom just looks over other people’s boring rear gardens.”  

    She was right of course, I had known that since I could first see over my high-chair. She was standing there hands free at her side, her hair just curling softly at the nape of her neck. I stood behind her, simply encircled her waist with my arms. I knew she could feel my breath on her neck because she put her hands on top of mine and hugged them tighter. A fair bit shorter than me, I could see over her shoulder the curve of her young breasts clearly now and it would have been so easy to cup them and then squeeze them softly but I was little more than a child myself….my technique would doubtless have amounted to little more than an indelicate mauling. Anything more forward than a kiss was going to have to be at her own instigation. 

    I let her go so we could drink our Cokes. We sat on the ‘day and night’ and I seem to remember having so much trouble with my hands - trying to control them that is. At the point she turned her pretty face towards me I just kissed her and for the longest time, I just allowed myself the luxury of contact with those wonderfully soft lips. I think my motor sensory systems were shutting down one by one - I wouldn’t even have fancied my chances if the entire ground-floor had been alight.

   “Are You Lonesome Tonight?” was long finished and with no likelihood of being replayed for quite a while.  At the point I realized Marion had a hold of my hand and was holding it flat up against her left breast I needed little further encouragement. So yielding and warm there, I squeezed the softness enclosed in my palm which only served to make her kiss me more passionately. I shifted my hand to the other side and began fondling her with quite some dexterous passion of my own. During this phase both of us had slipped further down the couch and Marion was almost on her back. Slipping my hand up beneath her jumper took us both to the next level.

    She emitted a couple of “Ohhs” as my hands sought to cross the borderline between soft curvy skin and what lay beneath the edge of that flimsy little bra. I knew little about erect nipples but those that I found that afternoon were the catalysts for the most exciting and arousing of times I had ever known.  With growing confidence, I began pulling her nipples gently and the effect on Marion was dynamic. A truck-load of moans of (as I know now of course) pleasure and the onset of some serious hip wriggling.

     Almost supine now and with a healthy few inches of midriff visible, Marion presented as teasing a profile as any fourteen-year old boy has likely encountered. Pausing only for breath, we were still kissing in anything but moderation and with an enticing “tunnel” now visible between her jeans and her lower abdomen, I slipped my hand down inside the forbidden zone. This did cause a reaction!

   “Noo, not there,” she pleaded, tugging my hand out. Obviously she hadn’t heard of the old maxim, “If at first you don’t succeed….” Thinking to launch a major counter offensive, I kissed her for a bit more, fondling her breasts until she was nudging white-line fever, then recommenced my lower-abdominal activities. On a trajectory that took me beneath the elastic of her panties on my first incursion, I found my hand in a world of downy softness before Marion could react.

    More cries of “Noo, please not inside my knickers,” but so half-hearted were they, her grip on my arm was lessening even as my fingers reached her hot little pussy.

    Now this really was education plus! Eighteen months ago I had learned the ins and outs as it were with Ruth, but eighteen months makes for a remarkable difference. I knew what I was doing this time. Pushing two fingers inside, I felt her shudder partly because of her obviously intact hymen and partly because I suspect this was her first ever penetration.

   “Just be careful…please,” she whispered, nuzzling up to me and obviously clearing the playing board for a completely new game.

   “What if we just unfold my bed?” I asked her…well, she didn’t say no at least”

    I had the thing pulled apart in milliseconds. I dragged her under the eiderdown even quicker.

    Covered, she let me undress her just as quickly as I could …well all but her panties that is. It fascinated me watching her undo that tiny bra. Like most young girls they don’t mind so much showing off their new and developing breasts but anything south of the belly button is not for easy display. Didn’t bother me I have to say, so long as I had digital access, I wasn’t complaining.

    We must have spent more than forty minutes ‘experimenting.’ Her breasts she let me do most anything with. Pulling them, rubbing them and best of all, suckling them until my mouth ran dry with excitement. Marion was not even averse to tugging down the covers and letting me just look at her topless and believe me, that in itself beat the hell out of playing Monopoly.

    Things were not exactly in remission over on the Western front either. More than aware quite obviously, of the biggest erection I had ever had, I was somewhat keen you might understand to address the problem. Whilst trying to pull her panties down a few minutes later, as she giggled seductively, my erection brushed up against her hips. I heard her gasp “That’s naughty!!’ I had every intention of being naughtier.

    Fully undressed myself I wasn’t expecting her to do what she did. As a cool girlish hand took a hold of my erection I almost passed-out with pleasure.

   “Do you like me doing that?” she whispered.

  “As much as you like this,” I answered, rubbing my fingers the length of her pussy and pushing in a little as I did so. I felt her legs spread apart and saw now what I would later have recognized as “urgency” in her expression. I pulled her on top of me, her breasts flush up against my chest and our genitals together. I don’t know what it felt like to her, but to me, this was heaven beyond my wildest dreams.

   After a few minutes of this frictionalized arousal, my erection was pressing hard up against her outer lips. More than once I had felt her own hand up between her legs. Would have been years before I realized why!

   “We can’t make love Noel,” she murmured, “I’m still a virgin and anyway, you could get me pregnant.”

    Get her pregnant? Right at that moment, that was the least I’d like to have done to her.

    I had to relieve myself - that much was beyond question. It was just then I realized that with all the wriggling about we’d been doing, the head of my erection was but a few inches from the entrance to her vagina. She must surely have known that my hands, having a free rein across the soft expanse of her sexy little bottom, were gradually re-aligning perspectives and it was no accident that my erection “slipped” suddenly upwards into the most delicate of ingresses.

   “Noo,” she cried out softly, shaking her head but making no attempt to move off me. I figured this was the ideal time to kiss her long and hard. Barely able to make headway because of the natural barrier, I was doing it tough. Marion I suspect was doing it tougher.

   “We have to stop,” she pleaded. All I could see was the light stuck on green. Turning Marion over on her back I got on top of her and would probably have ended up in Juvenile Court had not a series of knocks at the bedroom door put paid to my new-found manliness.

   “Noel, may I come in please?”

    If nothing else, mom’s timing was impeccable as always.

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Carolyn Engel sat in the outer office of Dr. Matthews office paging through the latest weekly news magazine without really paying much attention to it, as her mind was on much more important things. Lifting her head out of the magazine, she glanced around the waiting room,
trying to imagine what each of the people sitting there were seeing the doctor about. She made a quick observation that none of the other women in the room had her particular problem!!! There was one woman who had a nose that looked like a ski slope, while another looked like she had three chins instead of the usual one!!! No, she was the only one who was a candidate for breast reduction surgery!!! While most of the female population would probably not choose to have breasts the size of hers, most of them would never even think of going through what she was contemplating!!! Her thoughts were interrupted by the receptionist who announced, “Dr. Mathews will see you now, Miss Engel!”

Taking a seat in an empty examining room, she passed the time waiting for the doctor by counting the tiles on the wall! “Get a grip,” she admonished herself, “this is just a consultation, nothing’s going to happen today,” but then she went back to counting the tiles!!! A few minutes passed before Dr. Matthews arrived, but when he did finally come in, he immediately made her feel comfortable with his easy manner and casual conversation. “Well, Carolyn,” he began, “I see from your chart that you’re thinking about having breast reduction surgery, not a common request I must admit, we usually have patients who want to go the other way!!!” Carolyn nodded and then poured out her heart, “Doctor, I know it sounds crazy, but I almost feel like freak, the women smirk at me, and the men, well you know what they think, that all I am is a pair of big boobs with not a brain in my head!!!” The doctor listened for the next ten minutes as Carolyn described her life as the owner of a pair of 38F breasts on a one hundred twenty five pound body before asking softly, “What does your boyfriend think about all this?” After a moments hesitation she replied slowly, “I-I don’t have a boyfriend, I’m too ashamed to even think about letting a man see or touch me when I know he doesn’t care about me a whit, and besides, I think they’re so unattractive no man would want me anyway!!!

After Carolyn had completely finished venting, Dr. Matthews patted her arm and said, “The first thing we have to do is give you a thorough exam to make sure you actually need the procedure, so if you would please remove your top we can begin!” Carolyn stood up while turning her back to the doctor and slipped of her blouse and bra before turning around with her arms at her side and her incredible hanging from her chest!!! “The doctor immediately responded, “You’re right in that you have a truly massive chest, but you are totally wrong in thinking that they are unattractive, believe me although they’re large, they have perfect symmetry and elasticity with large pink distinct nipples and excellent skin tone, you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, in fact, you have exactly what most of the women who sit in these examining rooms desire, which is a truly feminine chest!!!” “You mean that you won’t do the surgery,” Carolyn asked sadly?!? “I didn’t say that,” the doctor replied gently, “what I said is that although you’re big, you are normal, and that before you do something you may later regret, that you should try and work through this with someone close to you!!!” “You mean a man,” she replied!!! “Shaking his head, he replied, “That, is exactly what I recommend, give yourself a chance with a man who appreciates you for being you, and see if he could care less if you are a A-cup or Z-cup!!!”

“That’s just great,” she said while flagging down a cab, “now I have to scrounge up a man just to see if he likes my tits!!! She sat lost in thought as the cab careened through Chicago’s rush hour traffic and until it stopped in front of her building on the near north side, she paid the driver, hopped out, and took the elevator to her thirty eighth floor apartment, where upon she removed her clothes and stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom and stared at her huge chest, wondering if maybe the doctor wasn’t right after all!!! She cupped them in her hands, tweaking her nipples until they stood out almost like two little thimbles, fairly begging to be sucked!!! She lifted one of the nipples to her mouth and easily sucked it in, nibbling it with her teeth and licking it with her tongue!!! “Mmmmmm,” she moaned, as her pussy drenched itself with cunt juice!!!
She was just about to drop her hand to her clit when the door buzzer rang from down stairs! “Shoot,” she thought to herself, “I can’t even do myself without being interrupted,” while throwing on a house coat and going to the intercom to see who was on the other end!

“I’m sorry to bother you at home,” John offered as he entered Carolyn’s apartment, “but the boss wanted you to review these files before tomorrow morning, and since you weren’t in the office this afternoon, he had me drop them off for you!!!” “That’s okay, John,” she replied, “come on in and let’s have a look at what you’ve got there!” They sat down at the kitchen table and quickly Carolyn went into work mode as she reviewed the documents that John had brought with him!
She had totally forgotten that she was wearing a loose fitting robe that was only wrapped around her, and not buttoned or tied, which resulted in the front of it separating and revealing a good portion of her chest to John’s astonished eyes!!! When she looked up and saw him staring, she quickly covered herself up and he stammered, “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, but I-I……”
Still feeling the effects of having just sucked her nipple, she touched his arm and said quietly,
“I’m not upset, John, but may I ask you a question?!?” “Sure,” he replied gratefully, “anything at all, shoot!!!” She thought carefully for a moment, but then asked, “When you were looking at me, did you like what you saw, or was it gross to you or upsetting to you!?!” “You’re kidding, right,” he asked!?! “No,” she replied while shaking her head, “why would I be kidding?!?” “Well,” he stumbled while his cheeks turned crimson, “I mean, uh, you’ve got an unbelievable chest, and who wouldn’t like to look at it!!!” “You really mean that,” she asked doubtfully?!?
Giving her an unbelieving look he replied slowly, “Yeah, why, don’t you think they look good?!?”
“What I think is unimportant,” she answered quickly, “what I want to know is, what exactly do you think about my breasts!?!” “Jeesh, Carolyn,” he stammered, “I don’t know, well, I just like’em that’s all!!!” “But you haven’t really even seen them,” she pressed on, “how can you be sure?!?” Now he was sure she was pulling his chain and he responded, “Come on now, you have one of the most fantastic sets of boobs I’ve ever seen, and just because I haven’t gotten a guided tour doesn’t mean I wouldn’t want to have them!!!” Carolyn let that last sentence sink in and then asked, “John, would you like to do me a favor!?!”

Now sitting on the sofa, Carolyn turned to face John before slowly opening the front of her robe until her whole chest was exposed to his eyes! He gulped audibly and mumbled, “Sweet mary mother of god, I’ve never seen anything like it!!!” “Is that good or bad,” she asked seriously?!?
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he whispered with a now dry mouth, “is this a joke or what!?!”
“It’s no joke,” she responded, “do you really like them!?!” “May I touch them,” he asked, “why don’t you let me show you?!?” It had been years since Carolyn had felt man’s hand on her body, and just the mere touch of John on her breast sent a shiver through her body, that was palpable!!! Seeing her reaction, her coworker grew emboldened, and this time without asking,
leaned over, took a hard nipple into his mouth, and then commenced sucking!!! “Ohhhhhhh,” she sighed, “that feels so good, and it’s been so long!!!”

The fury growing between her legs was quickly reaching a fever pitch, so when she let her hand slide into John’s crotch, she was overwhelmed when she encountered his already rock hard shaft!
“Please,” she begged, “take it out for me, I have to see it right away!!!” John’s head was already spinning, because for the past three years he had fantasized what Carolyn had looked like in the nude, and now he not only was getting a chance to see it for himself, she was also pleading with him to show her his cock!!! Not wanting to release the luscious nipple from his mouth, he struggled to undo his belt and zipper, but with a little patience he was able slide out of his pants and shorts!!! “M-my gosh,” she blubbered while taking him into her hand, “i-it’s beautiful, oh, John, you have a lovely penis!!!” John groaned as his boss began sliding her warm hand up and down the length of his shaft, and just hearing her sweet voice talking about his “penis”, well, that was as much of a turn on as her hand!!!

Although the taste of her nipple was sweet, John had other ideas for the huge chest that jiggled sexily with each one of Carolyn’s slightest movements! Letting the nipple slip from his mouth, he found her mouth and kissed her deeply, while she jealously held on to his thick manhood! He pulled away and whispered into her ear, “Have you ever had your tits fucked!?!” She moaned at hearing the crude question, but instead of being repulsed, she found herself replying hoarsely, “N-no I haven’t, but if you want to……………!!!” John quickly positioned her on the couch and in one smooth motion mounted her waist and guided his erection between the massive pillows of mammary flesh!!! “Hold them together,” he panted, while starting to slide his pecker in and out of the now tight crack formed by her incredible breasts!!! She had heard of tit fucking, of course, but never in her wildest dreams had she dreamed that it would be this wonderful, and just like a slut in a stag film would do, as his pecker poked out of her boobs just below her mouth at the end of each stroke, she let her tongue flick over the velvety head for quick caress!!! The taste of hard cock was incredibly intoxicating, and just the idea that her breasts had given him his erection made it all the sweeter!!!

He was close to losing his nut, and even though it would have been great to have blown it on her face and boobs, he instinctively knew that for their first time together, he should be inside of her!!
He mounted her quickly, carefully placing his head against her gaping vulva, making her moan with anticipation as he slid it up and down her crack, making sure that she was wide open and available to him!!! He could have just slammed it home, and in another time he might have, but he was making love, not just fucking her, so he entered her slowly, letting both of them savor the feeling of gradual penetration!!! Her initial moan grew in intensity until by the time he was fully inside of her, she was groaning loudly and begging to fucked hard, so now was the time, she was ready and demanding, her pussy a reel with desire, holding the thick male invader in its velvet like grip!!! He looked down at her as he took her, seeing the glow on her face that only came when a woman was being ravaged sexually by a lover she desired!!! As with all men, however, there comes a point in time, when the pecker head takes over from the mind and thousands of years if
evolutionary instinct takes over!!! The pace of his stroking increases now, until it becomes almost a blur, pounding and ramming, the basic need to ejaculate overwhelming all other thoughts and desires!!! While she on the other hand, is caught up in a vortex of desire and need that turns her into as female carnivore, who demands that her lover use her for what nature intended, the repository for his burning seed!!!

It’s over much too quickly, but both of them, still hungry for the other remain locked together until he again becomes erect while already inside of her!!! Again he takes her, and again she meets each thrust with equal passion, this time, however, they take their time, reveling in each others body!!! He kisses her a whispers in her ear, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever made love to, and I-I……………..” “What,” she whispers back fiercely, “tell me what you were going to say!!!” “Well,” he stammered, “I think I love you, I know it’s incredible, but I feel I know you better than anyone I’ve ever met!!!” Tears welled up in her eyes, as she thought about what Dr. Matthews had said, “Find someone who loves you for you,” and she knew in her hear that she just did!!!

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"Please Cailey? You know Joe is only in town for tonight and if I don't see him, he'll kill me," Ina pleaded. Cailey sighed. It was her first free Friday in months and she had planned to not do a damn thing but have some alone time. "I'll owe you big time. I'll do anything you want hon." Cailey leaned her head back against the couch and looked over at her. "Damn Ina. What is the job?" Ina gave her a big smile, knowing she was going to say yes. "It's a boyfriend wanting to do something special for his girl's birthday. A little domination, a little pleasure. Just the girl. The guy won't be there." Cailey looked at the TV for a long moment and then nodded slowly. "Thank you, thank you!" Ina hugged her loosely standing up. "It's at the Chateau. 10pm. Room 109. I have the money already."

She disappeared and came back moments later with bills in her hand. "Your reputation proceeds you," Cailey smiled up at her. "Here," Ina tried to hand it to her. She shook her head, "Naw, you just owe me. Don't worry about it." Ina eyed her warily. Cailey grinned. "Only rule is a 3 hour limit and to keep her blindfolded the entire time. She should be set up already for you when you get there." "Does he want anything in particular?" Cailey asked. Ina shrugged, "Instructions said as much pain as you want to dole out." Cailey stood up, stretching. "Okay, I'll be there. Tell Joe I said hello." Ina smiled and nodded, hurrying to grab her stuff from the foyer.

A minute later she heard the door close as she refilled her drink a few fingers. She took the glass with her to the door leading to the basement. Turning on the light, she walked down the staircase slowly, draining part of the scotch. She headed to the far door and opened it, turning on the sparse light that illuminated the large square room. A rack stood in the corner, shaded in darkness, restraints untied and falling loosely around the pegs. To the right was a long table, padded with thick material, cuffs attached to the top and bottom. She turned and went to the long wardrobe to the her left and punched in 4 numbers. It slid open without a sound. A light came on, making everything inside turn red.

She reached towards the bottom cabinet and pulled out a plain black bag. She set it on a small table next to the wardrobe. She looked at the crops in front of her and pulled down a longer, thinner one. Her other hand reached for a ball gag and she put both in the bag. She opened the drawer in front of her taking out nipple clamps and a bottle of lubricant. She shut the drawer and then opened the larger one to the the left.

Strap-ons and dildos of different sizes lay methodically placed in the sizable drawer, each in its own place on the velvet. She chose her favorite one, a fairly thick one that curved gently, usually enabling her to hit just the right spot. It wasn't too long, average, but it was the pentration that was the point, not the size. She placed it in a pouch made for it, then took it and her long elbow length black latex gloves hanging to her immediate right off the hook, closing the wardrobe. She heard a slight sound, a vacuum seal, and she put the rest of the items in the bag, zipping it.

To the immediate left of the door, she opened the trunk and pulled out her leathers. All black. Pants, boots that went to above her knee. Two cuffs for her wrists. She closed the trunk, putting the bag over her shoulder and closed the light. Heading back up the stairs, she let her mind start to go where it needed to go for the evening. She cleared it completely as she took everything into her bedroom. She looked over at the clock. Almost 9pm. It would take her at least 20 minutes to drive there.

She stripped and took a quick shower, taking care to wash carefully everywhere, including using a neutral shampoo that wouldn't overpower the woman's senses. She dried off, going to her dresser and took out a black lace bra and a black satin halter. She didn't like wearing leather on her upper torso for some reason. Call it a quirk. She put on her clothes, then checked the clock again before she turned out the lights to her apartment. She hoped this would be quick and easy. Ina owed her big time.

When she got to the Chateau, it was as dark as sin outside. Some of the lights weren't working in the garden path leading towards the different rooms. Better that way, she supposed. Kept her partially hidden in shadows. She walked past a tall man who tried to catch her eye, but she didn't look at him, continuing straight ahead. She never talked to anyone but the client when she was on a job. She controlled her environment from beginning to end, that way there was no outside noise clouding her head.

She looked at the rooms in the corner. Two were dark, the one in the far corner, further from the others had a blue light coming from it. A TV. That was the room. Ina had left the key in the foyer and she looked at it. Same number. She looked around and behind her, back into the garden. Silent. She approached the door and slid the key in quietly, the door opening easily. A smallish two room suite greeted her. She was in the outer greeting room. A couch and table sat in front of her, flowers in a vase. A large TV mounted on the wall. There was an empty beer bottle sitting on the table. She locked the door behind her, chaining it, the shadow of the TV creeping across the wall. Another door was right beyond the couch. She heard some heavy metal music coming from it. Slightly loud and obnoxious.

She set her bag down on the table, unzipping it. She took out the crop and left everything else. She slid it into her knee high boot, then made her way to the open door. The room inside was darker, lit by two candles, one on either side of the bed. Red. Her eyes weren't on the candles or the room or the dark empty bathroom, all of which she saw in an instant. Instead they took in the naked and prone figure of the woman on the bed. She was quite tall, possibly her height, her long limbs spanning a good portion of the bed, restrained as they were. Her hands were in cuffs that were attached to the wrought iron banisters at the top of the bed, her ankles as well. She was spread too far apart for comfort, almost at an unnatural angle.

The flickering light played over her body and she came closer, standing at the foot of the bed. She was shaved smooth except for a tiny strip of hair at the top of her mound, and she followed it up to her absolutely gorgeous breasts. Full, and even laying down, they stood up. Fake maybe. She didn't mind one way or the other. The nipples were softly settled in her larger areolas. The music was not just obnoxious, it was bordeline frenetic, not something she enjoyed at all when she was working. She walked to the radio the was next to the woman's head and turned it off completely.

The girl's head turned slightly towards her. Her eyes were blindfolded and she already had a gag in her mouth, a bit of some kind. She didn't really like bits as they tended to actually chip people's teeth when used. She could see the girl's mouth at the sides were already a little raw. She had the most perfect looking nose and arched eyebrows, but her face was slightly contorted from the bit so she couldn't really tell what she looked like in repose. She had an idea though. The girl was beautiful. She felt something stir low in her spine. Interesting. It had been awhile since she had a client that made her curious.

She crouched down next to her, the bed low to the ground. She looked at the girls wrist and noticed bruising around it. She knew if she looked at the other wrist and possibly her ankles she would see the same thing. Her boyfriend or whoever her boyfriend gave her to didn't handle her gently. She saw the girl start to shiver and looking at her for a long moment, she realized it was one of fear, not pleasure.

She wondered briefly if the girl liked this, or if the boyfriend did. She studied the girl for a long moment. It had been awhile since she had decided to reverse her plans. She was not into doling out pain at someone else's expense. She did it entirely to please the person she was with at that given moment. If the girl did not really want what she was offering, she didn't want to purposely hurt her knowing it would cause her a different kind of pain.

She put her hand on the bed, letting the girl know she was there. She felt the girl jerk slightly. Yeah, she was scared. "I'm going to loosen your bonds," she said quietly. The girl remained silent and she slowly undid the restraint from the bar, putting it closer to the girls head, re-attaching it. She went to each of the four corners and did the same. She saw the girl's body sag slightly into the bed with relief from her limbs being stretched so far apart.

She came to the top of the bed again and reached out slowly, running her hand down her cheek to the bit. She reached behind the girl's head and unlatched it, taking it off. The girl immediately wet her full lips, her jaw moving slightly. She had a few questions for her. Wanted to hear her answers. She looked at the metal in her hand. These things were pretty crucial. Made her think she was getting too soft for this business. Of course that was something she had been telling herself the last few years as she took less and less job offers. The money was out of this world, but she always felt worn out afterwards. Kids were getting more and more demanding. They weren't true subs, just role-players. It wasn't a game to her.

But also more and more, as was evidenced with the girl with her, she felt people were losing the meaning of control. She never left bruises, never left scars. She was always careful and she always only gave what could be handled, until they completely gave in to their own pleasures. Hurting someone just for the sake of being in control and having the power without giving in return was abuse, not something she incorporated into her work or her life.

She set the gag on the table and fingered the girl's blindfold, having the strange need to see her eyes. Not a good idea. She ran a finger down the girls face to her neck lightly, the girl's mouth parting. "Tell me. Do you like pain?" She waited, watching the girl swallow. "Yes, Mistress." Standard answer, but she could tell it was false. "I don't tolerate someone who lies. So I'll ask you again. DO YOU LIKE PAIN?" The girl's lower lip shook slightly, her hands clenching above her. "No, Mistress."

She nodded to herself, her hand going down her side, not touching her breasts, just resting on her hip before moving down to her thigh. "Is this for you, or for someone else?" she asked. "Someone else, Mistress." There was merit in doing things to please your partner, but if you yourself received nothing from it, no pleasure from the pain and ultimate release from yourself through losing control and just being, there really wasn't a point.

She got on to the bed between the girls legs. "Do you like to be dominated?" Maybe that was the better question to ask. The girl wet her lower lip and then let out an almost inaudible, "Yes, Mistress." She knew this time she was telling the truth. So she liked to be dominated, but she was maybe getting more than she bargained for. She would do this without the pain then. She ran her hands encased in the gloves up her legs and over her stomach, once, twice. The girl bit her lip, not moving. She moved up her naked body, running the leather of her pants up her legs. Her chest was below her, the breasts pushed lightly into her.

She placed her hands on either side of her head, looking down at her. She pushed into her body, pressing her pelvis into the girl, against her bareness. She let her hands move over the girl, cupping each breast, the nipples starting to get hard. They were real, definitely not fake. She bent her head and took the girl's mouth, firm, demanding. The girl's mouth opened under hers tentatively and she felt desire crawl over her. They kissed for a few long moments and she realized that she really could lay here all night and do just this. Her fingers pinched her nipple lightly, their tongues sliding together. She felt the girl move slightly under her and she pulled away slowly, the girl's breaths coming faster.

"Do you want my mouth on you?" she asked her, her hand moving down to cup her. "Yes, Mistress," the girl whispered. "Where do you want my mouth?" The girl bit her lip, "Wherever pleases you, Mistress." She shook her head. Another standard answer. "Answer the question," she said slowly, pinching her other nipple. The girl gasped softly, "On my breasts, between my legs Mistress." Her cheeks reddened which made her almost want to laugh. Shy? She moved her mouth to her full breasts and flicked at her nipples one by one. They were rock hard and long and she sucked them strongly, watching the woman's face as she kept them moist in her mouth. Her other hand went between her legs, and she ran her fingertips up her.

She moved down her body to her vagina. Very nice. Almost delicate looking. Pink..smooth. Lips covering her opening. She opened her mouth and started to lick her folds. The girls legs trembled slightly, her back moving imperceptibly. Damn, it looked like the tables were turned on her. She wanted to pleasure her, wanted to be on her knees. She liked the feeling. She smiled to herself as she ate the girl out expertly, taking her to the edge, only to bring her back down and start over. Her opening started to pour fluids, her clit was now standing out from under the hood, her body trying to remain still but failing miserably. She tasted like honey in her mouth as it slid down her throat gently.

She moved her face away a final time and the girl moaned pitifully. She wanted to be inside of her. She got up and left the room, getting the bag. She brought it back in, setting it on the dresser. She took out the strap-on and then took off her own clothes, taking her time. The girls juices were glistening, her nipples still hard, her lips plump from her chewing on them. She was gorgeous, responsive, and she wanted to claim her.

She came onto the bed again and got between her legs. "Do you want to be fucked?" she asked, her voice low. The girl let out a breath, "Yes, Mistress." She tilted her head looking at her. "I don't think you want it enough." She knew the girl was lubricated, but she put more on her strap-on from the bottle she had put on the bed. She pressed just the tip of it to the girl's entrance, then ran it up to her clit before backing away. The girl whimpered, her mouth opening.

"Do you want to be fucked?" she asked her again, studying her. "Yes, Mistress. Please. Fuck me," the girl pleaded softly. She leaned over her, taking her breast into her mouth again, the tip barely sliding in. The girls body shook slightly at the penetration, her hips moving with her. She sucked on her nipple, biting it, her other hand going to her long strawberry blonde hair now tangled around her head. She moved just the tip in and out, the girl's mouth opening in an O as she tried to get more of her inside, her hips pressing against her.

She knew what the girl wanted. Wasn't going to give it to her. She fucked her slowly, never fully seating herself or touching her clit as she rose over her, watching the girl fight the sensations at the same time welcome them. Her breasts moved as she took her, her hands clenching spasmodically in the restraints. She glided in and out of her for long moments, then stilled, watching her fight not to speak, just to lay still. She would start up again, only to stop and settle into her.

She wanted her to lose that control. Lose it to actual pleasure. To her. And to herself. Soon she was penetrating her more deeply, her other leg going over her thigh, pressing her to the bed, controlling the girl's movement and her own. Their nipples teased one another, her mouth brushing the girls. The woman moaned softly, her body now moving with hers, her back arching. She knew she was close to her orgasm, could tell she needed stimulation on her clit, her mouth on her. Just when the girl was about to break, she stopped, coming out of her completely. The girl gasped, her body trying to rise with hers, her face unsure but needy.

She went to the bathroom and cleaned her strap-on after removing it. She came back into the room, took out a new pair of underwear and put them on, then dressed again. Her whole body was pissed at her. Wanted her to get back in that bed and finish what she had started. Wanted to see what this girl felt like, looked like when she came from her being inside of her, with her. But the ultimate act was losing yourself by choice. The girl hadn't had a choice to begin with. So she was making it about a choice for the girl now.

She put everything back in her bag, then zipped it, coming to stand next to the girl. She took out a white card, scribbling her private line and her address. She undid first her left wrist, then her right, the girl's breaths still harsh, her body tight with the need for release. She put the card in the girls fingers, wanting to see her eyes, but knowing that she would have to wait. Maybe she would never see them. She touched her face lightly. So fragile looking. It made her want to pick her up and hold her in her lap. She let herself back away, her eyes leaving the girl. She picked up her bag and walked out of the room, not looking back.

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Madison sat on her porch, the blanket wrapped around her. She slowly drank her wine, her eyes unseeing as they looked out over the veranda. Her body seemed to be humming, had been since that night over two weeks ago. She was expecting...honestly, something pretty horrible. And instead...she got much more than she could have ever fathomed. A woman, someone she never saw, took her somewhere she had never been before, somewhere without pain.

Since she could remember, she had always been attracted to more dominant lovers. Men that were strong, protective. But as she hit her late teens and early twenties, she knew that her pattern with men was not a good one. She seemed to attract physically abusive lovers. This weak spot in her, this cowering part of her seemed to call to certain types of men. And it was like they were drawn to her. And she had always had a problem with saying no. Always wanted to please, and always ended up getting hurt. She wanted to be cherished and loved and instead got possessed and chained.

The last few men had been the worst and she thought possibly she was destined for whatever it was that was put upon her. That she was worthy of whatever she got. Brian, the last man she was with ended up sharing her with his friends a few months back, and that night was one she would like to soon forget. Drunken groping hands and brutal fucking. She remembered crying the whole week after, Brian not understand what the problem was.

She didn't know why she felt so helpless. She felt like she was carrying in her mother's footsteps, Brian reminding her of her father. She felt like she had no control over her own life anymore, Brian determing her nights and weekends for her. Her only salvation was work. She had friends, but was too embarassed to talk about what a stupid and insane predicament she seemed to put herself in time and time again. She deserved what she got.

And then that night two weeks ago. It was as if something inside her changed. The woman had asked her what she wanted, gave her what she understood she truly needed. A choice. It was like this door had opened up wide in front of her, taunting her