Lenarte Artesanato

Chapter 2: Intimacy
This story is semi-sequel to the original, “Impassioned.” Though it’s meant to stand alone, parts and phrases may be more meaningful if the original has been read. Neither of the stories are particularly wild or fantastic, which I think is the hottest part about them: remember as you read that you are a simple chance-meeting away from being in my shoes next week.
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Several years later, now I was the one looking down on my soon-to-be lover, waiting anxiously for a sign that she was ready for the most intimate moment of her life to arrive. Lying there, perfect curly brown locks framing her fair face, large brown eyes flickering flashes of excitement and fear, Melody was more reminiscent of a scared angel than a human girl. I still remembered that feeling from so many years before, and in spite of the deepest desires of my instinctive being, I waited, patiently, for a sign.
We had met years before, through some random club or another in college, just as you meet any number of people in day-to-day life. No “eyes locked from across the room” or “love at first sight” sort of thing, just two people that shared an interest and a few hours with the same group of people every week. In fact, it was a full year later before I had truly noticed Mel for the first time, at a mutual friend’s twenty first birthday party. I had shared a few drinks by the time she walked into the bar, dressed in a tight t-shirt and short skirt for quite possibly the first time in her life.
I was glad I was sitting down, and noticed several more guys quickly finding seats themselves. That familiar heat and redness began to creep into my face as she took the seat next to mine (the one nearest to the birthday boy still open), having never seen or imagined Melody quite like this! She was normally dressed in casual jeans and looser shirts around campus, not exactly as a tom-boy, but not particularly feminine either. You were as likely to walk in on her watching a football game as a chick-flick, something I always found uniquely and indescribably attractive. Tonight, however, she was a number-one knockout, dressed to kill!
Sitting next to each other, we naturally started talking, my own tongue quickly loosened by a few drinks, and from there we hit it off. I took her out for dinner and a movie the next weekend, and was rather shocked when she leaned in for the good-night kiss before I did. From there, it was a classic boy-meets-girl story, a few dates, a few parties, a few serious conversations, a few funny ones…you know the story.
Physically, Melody was surprisingly forward, to a point. Far too many girls have gotten comfortable with the idea that anything that’s not definitely a “no” is a “yes”; Mel on the other hand was one to make her mind clear in the bedroom, in her own little ways. She kissed me with passion, moaned or otherwise expressed her approval when I took a new step, and on occasion even gave the envelope a nudge herself. More than once we had lain naked together, touching, caressing, fondling, and basically keeping the other well entertained; she was, however, still a virgin, and had been reluctant to leave that behind.
It wasn’t that Mel was particularly religious, or prudish about her virginity; she simply dreamt of a perfect, fairy-tale moment to give it away, and hadn’t yet come across her dream. I never expected to be that dream, and by the way I had never pressured her past that one explicitly defined limit, she knew that; looking back, the fact that I never expected it was what made me the one, I suppose.
Tonight began simply, with a movie, watched from my computer screen as we lay intertwined beneath the warm covers of my bed. A moment ago I was caressing her arm with one hand while rubbing her head with the other. A moment later, I was kissing her lightly on the cheek; then the back of her hand, down to the tips of her fingers; then slowly, as seductively as I could, nibbling the tip, teasingly sucking one, then two knuckles between my lips. It is inexplicable how incredibly sexy this simple action can be, both in giving and receiving!
That was as much seducing as I had to do, Mel apparently already being in the mood, because she just turned to me, kissing me deeply. There was no testing the waters or beating around the bush in this kiss; her tongue pushed hard at my lips, then teeth, as each gave way, freeing her to explore the deepest recesses of my mouth. Her hands found their way to each side of my face at first, and mine to the small of her back. She dropped a hand to my chest, I dropped mine to the top of her jeans; she dropped hers near my navel, I firmly cupped her ass. This seemed to ignite a fire in her, and she breathed in sharply as she pulled my mouth deeper into her own in response. Tentatively, as if for the first time, her hand slid down further, to the top of my shorts, her fingertips lightly fingering the top of my boxers; I mimicked the same position with my own hand, pulling it around to the front of her jeans. Having caught on, she boldly slid beneath my boxers to take hold of her prize: eight full inches of manhood, obviously far ahead of the both of us and ready for action!
Lest she feel left out, I responded in kind, finding that she was no less prepared, feeling moisture along both sides of my hand. Melody’s womanhood could never be called something so short and nasty as a “cunt.” There’s nothing dirty about it: perfectly pink, always trimmed and shaved, with small, sexy lips that promised an unbelievably tight fit for anything lucky enough to find itself between them. As hard as I had been before, I grew an extra inch in a split second.
She fondled, I caressed; she stroked, I fingered; she grabbed, I shoved; she got faster, I got deeper. It suddenly occurred to me that as much fun as her pussy may be, there was much more of Melody to enjoy! Without warning, I rolled myself atop her, straddling to keep my balance, as I greedily worked my free hand beneath her shirt. I suppose her breasts had been impatiently waiting for a bit of attention, because before I could get far she pulled both hands free and leaned forward enough to remove her shirt, followed soon by my own.
Mel always wears front-clasp bras, something so simple but sexy in a way I can’t explain. A little practice was all it took to learn to unclasp these with my teeth alone, something that always got an amused giggle out of her. Her breasts were my next target, each tenderly kissed from top to bottom, around and around, spiraling ever closer to the nipple, closer still, closer still, until, ages over-due, my lips found them, already hardening in anticipation. At first, I simply pulled at them lightly with my lips, reminiscent of her finger tips moments before, moving from one to the other, driving her mad in frustration. Then, at just the right moment, I worked my teeth into the equation, a tender nibble and nothing more. Her hands encouraged me, one running through my hair, occasionally giving a gentle suggestion on which way to go, the other on my shoulder, squeezing when I had gotten something right. One of my own had meanwhile found it’s previous home, now surprisingly even warmer and wetter than before, and doubly encouraged by her increasingly active hips.
All the while, small moans and gasps could be heard just above me, indications of a deep desire to voice her incessant approval, desires purposely repressed so as not to draw too much attention from behind thin walls. Curling my fingers upwards and in, while pulling a little more forcefully than before at one of her fully-aroused nipples, I seemed to have found and fulfilled a long-growing need within her body, and all of her meekness and restraint gave way to a long, throaty, vocal, “Ooooooooooooh!” as her hips twitched and drove themselves up into my fingers hard and fast.
Her orgasm may have spelled relief for her, but it only fueled my own desires. No longer bound by common restraint, both hands made quick work of her jeans and underwear. One orgasm to start the night was good, but two would be better! I was completely unconcerned about seduction and temptation, even teasing, now, and dove face-first into my next target, quite literally. My tongue made swift work of any and all of her sweet nectar that had found itself somewhere between her thighs, while my thumb set to work on her clit. She tasted wonderful, slightly metallic, in a good way, with sweet and salty overtones to the flavor. I first drove my tongue straight into her, lashing up between those two perfect folds, and lightly against her most sensitive spot of all. After repeating this for a minute or two, I began sucking on the swollen lips themselves, not being one to neglect any possible source of pleasure.
My once quiet lover no longer found herself restrained by propriety (or thin walls), I suppose, and perhaps having teetered on the edge of orgasm for too long now, took control into her own hands (figuratively), telling me where to go and what to do next.
“Oooooh…just a little higher….higher…..higher!” I knew where she wanted me, and purposefully played coy, just to test how forceful she could be. “Ah! Stop teasing me! Suck on my clit you devil!”
Bingo! Her wish was my command, and only moments later, with fingers pounding as fast as they could between those awesomely tight lips, and my own tongue doing its most intimate dance, she came. She came hard, very very hard! Had she been in any condition to witness my look of utter bewilderment at that moment, she would have laughed, for to both of our surprise, Melody could squirt! I had heard of such a thing, but never believed it to really be true, or if it was, to be common; I felt as if I had just won a lottery!
My face, my hand, my chest, my bed, all were soaked, and neither of us could be more pleased. Still unconcerned with most of the world at the moment, as Melody woke from her hormone-induced euphoria, she entangled me in the most appreciative kiss of all time.
“Thank you thank you thank you! I’ve never felt anything quite like that before; it was wonderful! I’ve never felt anything like that, and I’ve never felt anything like this, what I feel for you. I don’t know if it’s love, exactly, or all the orgasms, or what, but I feel closer to you than I’ve ever felt towards anyone. I trust you, deeply, undeniably, irrevocably. I trust you, and I want to give you something…”
With that, she lunged herself at me once again in a passionate kiss, turning so that she was on top of me. She then kissed along my cheek, to my ear, where she gently blew, nibbling on my earlobe, then down along my neck, to that one spot that melts your knees into butter, then further down along my throat, to my collar bone, my chest, one small kiss after another, down to my belly, over my belly button (her hands now working on my pants), between my hips, atop my freshly exposed pubic hair (always trimmed down, though not clean shaven), to the top of my cock, down its length, to the head. Mel looked deep into my wide open eyes, a look of knowing and devilishness across her features, as she sank my semi-hard-on into her mouth. Oh, it was warm, soft in just the right places, and rough in just the right places, and heaven in a single moment of ecstasy!
At first, she moved her whole head, up and down, drooling all over my shaft, getting it nicely slick. Then, she took just the head in her mouth, sucking slightly and circling it with her tongue, as if she were kissing it passionately, while stroking the rest. I became afraid I would come into her mouth within a couple of minutes at this rate, but became positive of the fact when she switched yet again, now sucking hard and forcing her head further and further down, until her lips touched my balls, and my head ran delightfully across the roughness of her throat. Catching me off guard yet again, she began massaging the sensitive bit of skin between my ball sack and ass, stimulating my prostate I suppose, and instantly forcing a mind-numbing, hip-thrusting, cum-shooting orgasm out of me, sending my seed deep down her throat, never even touching the rest of her mouth!
As I came-to, she crawled up into my arms, my hands instinctively massaging her head through those wonderful curls. “That was wonderful!” I said, thanking her. “So I guess we’re even now, huh?”
“Not quite,” she replied. “I believe I owe you one more, if I’m not mistaken.” She twisted her head out of my chest, so that I could see the huge grin across her face. She knew what was coming; I, as of yet, had no idea. That was as far as we’d ever gone, usually spending the remainder of the evening cuddling, caressing, and sharing stories, plans, thoughts, fears, and secrets. Tonight, it would be different!
She kissed my chest then, something that seemed odd at the time, but now I think it was mostly so that she could hide her face from mine as she steeled her nerves for what she was about to do. She then took hold of my shoulder, and rolled, guiding me atop her once again, spreading her legs to make sure I knew where to place my own. My still-moist, quickly re-inflating cock rested along her pussy, causing me to instinctively grind it down, putting pressure on her clit. When I realized she wasn’t responding, I stopped, and looked down, into her eyes, into her soul. Now, lying there, perfect curly brown locks framing her fair face, large brown eyes flickering flashes of excitement and fear, Melody is more reminiscent of a scared angel than a human girl. I still remember that feeling from so many years before, and in spite of the deepest desires of my instinctive being, I am waiting, patiently, for a sign.
Having gotten my attention, she now smiles, weakly, still unsure of herself, perhaps more fully realizing what is about to happen, and yet simultaneously she is reaching between us. She gently guides me between those slick folds, until they open, though just a bit, and my head rests comfortably between them. Still I wait, partially unsure of myself, understanding the gravity of the moment, partially incapable of believing that what is happening could really be happening, and partially ensuring every possible opportunity for her to change her mind. She is sure, however, and now, both hand pulling on my hips, she lifts her own into me, just a bit, not enough to really force my tingling cock any deeper, but enough to make her intentions clear. Taking the hint, I slowly, carefully allow my weight to ease myself down, penetrating her inch by slow inch, searching lightly for a bit of resistance. Halfway down, I begin to wonder, and finally, as I am fully buried within her, I realize that the hymen I had been searching for must have been broken years before, in any number of possible ways.
I don’t suppose my concerns at the moment are being shared by Mel: her face right now reminds me of someone first slipping into a warm bath, magnified a hundred times over. We had both expected it to be painful in some way for her; instead, it seems to be the single most relieving, pleasurable feeling of her life! No, I don’t think she regrets this decision one bit, which of course means that neither do I! And who could, with their cock held clamped in a wet satin vice, legs now reaching around to lock themselves around the small of their back? It seems that Melody is ready for a bit more, and I am in no mood to deny her!
Still with a bit of care, I ease myself back and forth a few times, all the way out until just the head remains, and then fully back in, in long, deep strokes. Instinct is beginning to flood my brain, now, though, and it urges me to move faster, harder, deeper. I spread my knees a bit to stabilize myself, and lean back, freeing my hands from supporting my weight. My hips begin to move faster, more sure of themselves now, as my hands each find one of those wonderful, full breasts. Not to be out-done, Melody grabs one of my hands, guiding it to her mouth, where she sucks seductively on one of my fingers. Her other hand grabs my butt, hard, pulling, urging me on. She’s moaning as she sucks on my finger now, and the vibrations drive me wild.
Some wall of conscious thought has just crashed down inside my head, now, and the animal in me makes himself more fully known as I grab both of her hips, lifting her with the strength of many men, and use both my arms and hips to drive myself harder and faster than ever before. Melody’s no longer moaning, but rather begging me, commanding me, to fuck her harder and faster, she needs to feel me deeper within her. Supporting her weight on just her neck, one of her hands is pinching and twisting her nipples surprisingly hard, while the other is hard at work rubbing any sensitive spot she can find between my thrusts. Both of our voices are raised, beyond moans, beyond screams, beyond words, now some guttural, instinctive, animalistic noises escaping between our lips. That familiar tingle can now be felt amongst my loins, and she mustn’t be far off herself, considering that her hands have moved now to my back, her fingernails digging fiercely into my skin. Neither of us are quite human right now; we are pure, primal animals, somewhere between making love and rutting. Her scratches burn, and it excites me!
Pleasure! Pain! Heat! Wet! Heaven! So many feelings! I forget to see, forget to hear, forget to think about anything but Mel, precious Mel, and her gift, and her pleasure, and the pleasure we share, and…something different pulls me back to lowly earth! Melody has stopped breathing, her entire body covered in sweat, her hands ripping holes in my sheets, as her back arching painfully high, grinding her clit hard against my crotch in short, hard, fast, jerks. She announces the obvious loud enough for the entire building to hear: “I’m COOOOOMMMIIIIIIINNNGGGG!!!! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!! DON’T STOP!!!”
If I were to die of a heart attack just now, my body would finish anyway, so powerful are the instincts and hormones coursing through my veins in this moment. The intense power of her orgasm, squeezing my cock nearly painfully, sucking precum from deep in my balls, breaks yet another wall in my mind, and the world goes red for a moment. Unable to rationalize what’s going on even, my body takes over: my arms squeeze her waist harder than before and pull her towards me, as my hips take advantage of my full weight to force themselves forward further than before, driving my full eight (and by now, possibly nine) inches of meat as far into her as possible, grinding our hips together painfully/pleasurably. Still my body is not satisfied, and it drives another inch deeper, until it seems I can nearly feel the head of my cock rubbing against the underside of her belly; nearly satisfied now, I release myself into her, filling her with more sperm than I’ve ever heard of in my life, half expecting it to explode from her throat. Still more pours forth, and my mind drifts off again, away from all things earthly, into the ether, into pure bliss and satisfaction.
I am floating among the gods now, waving at Buddha, attaining ultimate wisdom through enlightenment. I am dreaming, I can see the happiest moments of my life before my eyes, one by one, from my earliest memories, through school, into college, into that night at the bar, into a movie I was watching earlier, into…
…Melody! I remember now, I remember where I am, what’s just happened, and I feel things again. I can feel the stupid grin using every muscle in my face, the weight of my lover in my arms, the wetness on my lax cock, the burning in every over-used muscle of my body, and still the light euphoria swimming through my mind. I would feel foolishly exposed right now, if not for the mirror laying before me, slick with sweat, still vibrating slightly beneath me, flushed in a healthy red as her blood works its way back into her body.

Watching Brad fuck Lisa from behind was a tremendous turn on. Brad is a good enough looking guy, tan from the waist up, pale as snow from the waist down. Lisa is made-up good looking, though I was beginning to think that she would be even prettier without all the makeup. I didn’t really dwell on that thought, I was busy feeling growth of my now useful manhood as it pressed into the crack of Delinda’s ass. Delinda was transfixed by the sight of her older sister getting fucked in the standing position by my best friend, not five feet from where we lay on a sleeping bag in the middle of a ryegrass field outside of Garden, Oregon.
In a flash of clarity I could replay the last four hours of my life in a series of still photographs going by so quickly it was like a moving picture. First there was Delinda bringing down the wash in the summer evening. Then there was the four of us nearly skinny dipping in the nearby trout stream. Having a community dinner from the same frying pan. Losing my virginity under billions and billions of stars, and now watching two people I have known for the last eight years copulate, unashamed. Their passion was contagious. Even though Delinda and I had just completed our first sexual experience, I could feel a primal compulsion to do it again.
My cock was now fully engorged. It was pressed into the crack of her ass and I could feel her unconsciously rotating her hips to slide it along the crevice of her sex. I am excessively endowed, but Delinda is a good sport and very limber. She was able to accommodate my length and girth with just a little initial discomfort. Now she was rubbing her engorged clit along the last three inches of my cock that was protruding from between her clenched thighs. She grabbed the head of my newly used manhood and pressed it hard into her slit, separating her labia and pushing her clit even harder against my warm prick.
Her nails dug into the tender skin under my hood and I inhaled sharply. Delinda mistook this for a sign of pleasure and did it again.
“Ouch!” I said, reaching around her hip and grabbing her by the wrist. “That’s a little too tender for that!”
“I’m so sorry David,” she apologized. “Let me kiss it and make it better.”
She wasn’t being serious when she said that and I didn’t think she was actually insinuating that she would do it until she rolled me on my back and separated my knees to give her full access. While I watched Brad fucking Lisa, now Brad could watch Delinda licking my cock from tip to base. Lisa could have watched too if Brad hadn’t bent her over at the waist and caused her hair to fall around her face while he assaulted her from behind.
I was suddenly aware of the noises of the night. Crickets chirping, mosquitoes whining, frogs, bats softly fluttering, the sound of my best friend’s hips smacking my girlfriend’s sisters ass. I giggled. So did Brad. Pretty soon we were silently cracking each other up, each making phony fuck-faces for the amusement of the other. Brad had the whole porn star look, eyes lolling, lip frozen in a snarled animalistic passion, hair tossed in the breeze. I bit my lower lip and began to nod my head in time with Delinda’s mouth riding up and down on my shaft.
“Oh, yeah!” I mouthed at Brad.
This set us off again. It wasn’t that it was so funny, it was that we had never been laid before and now it didn’t seem like it was going to stop. Our laughter was just our exuberant expression of manhood. The girls either didn’t catch on or didn’t care. They never broke from their responsibilities of fuck toy and oral sex machine.
“I’m about to blow,” whispered Brad.
“Wait wait wait!” I whispered back.
I pulled Delinda’s mouth from my cock and pulled her on my chest. I kissed her deeply and pulled her thighs apart, allowing my cock to find it’s own way into her now stretched cunt. As I slid into her, she began to melt into my chest. It was awkward, but I managed to get to my knees and then to my feet without disengaging my cock from her pussy.
Brad and I faced each other from across the small grass clearing. He was still banging Lisa from behind, I was vertically engaged with Delinda, holding her tight to my chest as she clamped her long legs behind my waist. I moved my arms up and down and she moved up and down on my pole easily.
“Any time,” I mouthed at Brad.
He quickened his pace and so did I. I had never seen another man climax before, not even myself in a mirror. But I could tell he was ready to explode because I was too. He stopped screwing around and commenced to get on with real fucking. I was impaling Delinda over and over again, and my knees were buckling, a sure sign that an orgasm was building deep in my balls.
One final hard thrust and Brad locked Lisa’s ass to his groin. He was shivering with excitement as he pumped his seed deep into her womb.
I took a couple more upward stabs with my own cock and sweet release was my reward. I staggered and managed to fall in such a way that Delinda wasn’t hurt. She never left my cock. I rolled to my back and now she was back on my lap, fully engaged. I lifted my knees so she could rest.
She pulled her legs from under herself and lay back against my thighs. I could feel our secretions oozing past my shrinking shaft and into my pubic hair. So what, I could take a dip in the lake and get clean.
I looked over at Brad and Lisa. They had collapsed in a heap, also still engaged, him on top of her, on the sleeping bag next to us.
“That was really something,” said Delinda in a satiated dream voice.
“Ywam twa weally wath,” came a feminine response from under the pile of flesh next to us.
“Come again?” I asked.
“I said,” Lisa repeated after turning her head toward us and clearing the sleeping bag away so she could speak, “Yes, that really was.” And yes, I did too cum again.”
She giggled and wriggled until she could face Brad. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and began to kiss him deeply. Delinda and I watched, detached and aloof, only inches away.
I don’t know what possessed me, but I reached over and gave Brad’s ass cheeks a little cupping squeeze. It wasn’t a sexual gesture, more a recognition that our friendship had become more than close. Now we were intimate friends. He responded by reaching his hand over to the union of mine and Delinda’s crotches and wedging his hand into the intersection and giving me hand to cock contact, however slight.
Now the stakes had been raised. I couldn’t let him touch my cock and get away with it. I grabbed a handful of his testicles and gave a gentle squeeze. This brought an immediate reaction. He shoved his hand back between Delinda and I and fully circled my cock, giving it a quick jack.
I was getting aroused by this contact and it freaked me out. I pried Delinda off my dick and set her down gently next to me.
“I’m hot,” I declared standing up. “Anyone want to go for a swim?”
Brad stood up too, offering his hand to Lisa. I looked down and Delinda and I could tell by her smile that she knew I was embarrassed by what had transpired between Brad and myself. She slowly held out her hand to allow me to help her up as well. All the while she kept my gaze fixed in hers, silently assuring me that no lines had been crossed and that we were still very much a couple. I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Lead the way, Kimosabe” I said to Brad.
We all made our way down to the lake, two naked couples joined at the shoulders. At the water’s edge, Brad and I simply dove in. We had been here many times before. The lake wasn’t as clean as the trout stream, but it was much warmer. The girls picked their way into the water, slowly putting one foot in front of the other in the deep darkness.
We paddled about, splashing and laughing. Then Lisa said something about going to the bathroom and both she and Delinda slowly picked their way back out.
“Tree number one is closed for the summer,” I warned.
“Tree number two is for number one,” followed Brad.
“What about tree number three?” asked Lisa.
“Tree number three is for number two, but you’d better take a flashlight.” Brad and I both laughed. Lisa and Delinda did not. When they had walked far enough away, we both burst out laughing again.
“Dude,” Brad whispered, swimming close to me. “What’s up with cupping my ass?”
“Sorry, Bro,” I responded quietly. “I was just giving you an attaboy for, you know, the whole evening and shit. You didn’t have to touch my dick.”
“Yeah dude, sorry about that.”
“No problem.”
“No seriously, I didn’t mean to get carried away. I was just, you know, watching you fuck, and you know……”
Now he was swimming even closer.
“Bro, I know. Watching you fuck Lisa from behind was freaking hot as hell. I got wood harder than a beaver could bite.”
“I know dude, I saw it. It was a spectacle of nature.”
Now he was right in my face.
“Bro, are you going to grab my dick again?” I was treading water and I could feel his movements next to me, occasionally we touched thigh to thigh, legs spread as we kicked to stay afloat.
“I was thinking about that. Would you think I was queer?”
“After watching what you did to Lisa? No way.”
His legs snaked around my thighs and pulled me close to him. I could only sense how close our cocks were to touching underwater. I reached around him and pulled him even tighter until I could feel our two hard cocks rubbing. Even now I get hard remembering that skin on skin contact. We held that position until we nearly went under.
“Bro,” I whispered. “I ain’t gay. But you know I love you, right? If was any other night but tonight, I’d probably blow you or something, because we are best buds. But tonight we have these two incredible country girls. Let’s be cool.” (I’ll tell you the truth, I wasn’t nearly that coherent when I broke that first man on man sexual contact with Brad. But it’s my story and that’s the way I choose to remember it.)
“Yeah dude. We’ve got all summer.”
We broke apart and swam around until the girls finally came back.
“We aren’t getting back in,” Delinda explained. “You guys come out. Let’s have some more wine and watch for falling stars.”
Brad and I got out. We all walked back to the campsite, grabbed a couple more bottles of wine and made our way back to our sleeping bags. This time we laid them out in the same clearing. If there was going to be any more lovemaking, no one was going to be shy about it. We had left that barrier far behind.
Morning came and with it the dew. We let the girls sleep and I started the coffee. Brad and I went down to the trout stream and caught eight more trout. We were frying these with thick strips of country bacon and potatoes when the girls finally stirred. They came down from the ryegrass fields carrying all of our clothes and wearing the sleeping bags like royal robes. We split the fish, bacon and potatoes into the two pans, one for Brad and Lisa, one for Delinda and I. We drank coffee and ate like food had just been invented. By the time we were finished, it was time to get dressed. Even though we were crew bosses, we both had jobs to do. It was time to go to work.
“Do you girls want to stay here or head home?” Brad asked.
They opted for home. Brad drove Lisa and I took Delinda. We kissed them lightly and left them at their gate, making them each promise to meet us for lunch at the Garden Store & Tavern. Then Brad went north to the warehouse where his crew would assemble and I went west to the barns where my crew would arrive shortly.
It proved to be a long morning for the Garden Boys. It was going to be an even longer afternoon. But this wondrous and exciting summer would pass in a blink of an eye. I would never again feel that way about another three human beings that weren’t my flesh and blood. As I drove away, watching Delinda in my rearview mirror as she waved at me, I knew that I needed to lock that image in my mind forever. It was going to always be the moment that I knew I was in love for the first and last time.
But before we get to the marrying part, there was a whole summer of firsts to experience. I’ll tell you about some of those next time. Good night.

Most of my stories to date have been male/female BDSM stuff (and this one moves that way too . I thought I’d try one which is a bit more ‘feminist’ – maybe convince readers that I don’t go for violence against women. Anyhow, everybody in the story is over 18 – don’t read it if you aren’t!
This follows the first part of ‘Sylvia’s Switch.’
I let Susana her help me out of my corset, which had left red lines around the undersides of my breasts and just below my waist, then I rolled down my stockings.
‘Let me hold you, darling,’ said Susana, and she traced the red lines with her fingers, muttering, ’so pretty, so pretty!’
‘Oh?’ I said, questioningly.
‘There’s so much you have to learn, my dear,’ she said, ‘but some things will wait. For now, I have a little surprise for you.’
She took a small red box out of her bedside cabinet, and opened it up, taking out a yellow tube about five inches long, no more than half an inch thick, and smoothly pointed at one end. To the other end was connected a length of plastic tube, with a bulb at its extremity. Also producing a tube of lubricant, she said, ‘Turn over, dear, and spread your legs for me.’
I was suddenly afraid, as I knew what she was going to do, and had no idea what to expect. Jason had several times suggested anal sex, but I had always resisted, and it was in the realms of the unknown for me. But I really trusted Susana, and just said, ‘Don’t hurt me, Susana, will you?’
‘Just a little, at first, darling,’ she said, ‘but then you’ll love it, I promise!’
I felt her smearing the gel around my sensitive arsehole, then, quickly, the point of the little dildo was probing, seeking entrance to my virgin hole. I tensed, and Susana gave me a hard slap across the buttock with the flat of her hand, telling me to relax, which somehow had just that effect, and I felt the alien object work its way up slowly but surely, thrusting into my narrow tube, past my reluctant sphincter. I cried out with pain, then knew that there was something else, some new sensation I couldn’t describe, as Susana pushed the dildo deeper and deeper until I felt my very bowel invaded by it.
Then I heard a click and she was doing something else behind me. There was a puffing sound, and I felt the dido within me expand!
‘Oh! Oh! Susana, please! I can’t take it. You’ll kill me. Oh, please, oh, oh, oh!’ I cried, and she had transferred her hand to my cunt.
‘You’re a little slut, Sylvia, aren’t you?’ she said, ‘I do believe you’ve cum again!’
I sobbed, sobbed with the hurt of the name she had called me, of her opinion of me, then calmed myself when I realised she was kissing me all over, as I lay in her arms, with the little dildo still lodged up my arsehole, some of the air now let out.
I must have fallen asleep. When I awoke, Susana was sitting beside me, looking down at me, wearing a summer dress.
‘Get dressed, darling,’ she said, ‘you can leave your little yellow friend in place!’ She waved the tube, with its bulb on the end in front of me, ‘I’ve left just enough air in it to keep it up there.’
I put on a cotton print button-through dress and a pair of heels, so that I should more-or-less match Susana, and made up hurriedly so that I could join her on our next journey into town, acutely aware of the invasive dildo in my anus, and of my lack of panties.
‘What are you trying to do to me?’ I whispered, when we were sat together in the back seat of the car, her long-fingered hand on my knee. For answer, she ran her hand slowly up my thigh, causing a shiver to run right through me.
She showed me the other stores in her company during the rest of the day, but I had difficulty in concentrating, and Susana seemed to derive great amusement from my discomfort, several times deliberately stroking my arse as I stood beside her.
That evening we dined together, served by Adela, who was dressed in a black fishnet blouse, through which her breasts, hardly larger than Susana’s, were clearly visible, and a layered white cotton miniskirt. When she bent down to serve at the table, her shaven pussy came into view, and I thought I caught a brief glint of silver somewhere. Did she have a piercing? When we had finished our meal, Susana said to me, ‘You must be tired, Sylvia, but it’s a day off tomorrow – off you go to your room, now!’
I couldn’t believe my ears – I had been summarily dismissed!
I went up to my room, obediently enough, but was feeling quite sore, and when I heard footsteps on the stairs, I turned my light off and quietly opened my door just a chink, to peep out and see what I could. Susana and Adela were coming upstairs together! They went into Susana’s room, across the corridor from mine, and closed the door. I listened intently at my door, still slightly ajar, but heard nothing.
Just when I thought all was quiet, though, I heard a stifled scream, then another and another! Closing the door quietly, I went over to my bag, on the bedside table, and checked to see I had my credit cards. I resolved to go home in the morning, and cried myself to sleep.
Next morning, I was awakened by a knock on the door. Before I had chance to speak, in came Adela, wearing a little blue halter-necked sundress, and carrying a breakfast tray.
My lack of Spanish prevented me from catty questions about the night before, so I thanked her as coldly as I could, and accepted the tray. When she turned on her heel to walk out, however, I saw three livid red welts across her back, which her dress made no attempt to cover – it was almost as if she were proud of them. In fact, she turned as she reached my door, and smirked at me in a way which I could only describe as self –satisfied. I was almost too gobsmacked to eat the delicious breakfast which had been provided.
I showered and made up, dressed in a miniskirt and peasant blouse, brushed my hair, and went down to find Susana, determined to take my leave of her after last night’s performance.
I found Susana in the lounge, draped over the big couch, in the most elegant long white silk nightdress, drinking coffee.
‘Hello, darling!’ she said, ‘I do hope you slept well?’
I didn’t know how to reply, and she knew, had known, the effect that her night with Adela would be bound to have on me. She laughed lightly.
‘Come and sit by me, Sylvia, darling!’
In spite of myself, I did as she told me.
‘I told you, I believe, that you have much to learn. And if you are prepared to do so, you will know pleasures you can never have dreamed of. I want you to be truly mine. I don’t like the word “slave” and don’t want to think of you as such, but it most nearly describes what you will be to me – if, of course, you agree to stay with me.’
‘But…..but, Adela?’ I asked.
‘Adela is my maid,’ she said, ‘ and will be yours too, to do with as you please. She is very obliging.’
‘But you…..you punished her last night!’
‘I whipped her, yes, as I do from time to time.’
My mouth opened and closed and nothing came out, and Susana slowly slid the hem of her nightgown up her long, slender legs, inviting me to stroke her silken thighs.
She opened her legs and placed a manicured hand down over her labia, then parted the lips with the first and third fingers, showing me the beauty of her pink slit, just waiting for my hungry tongue. My anger with her completely forgotten, I plunged my tongue into the warm, oozing depths of her cunt.
She moaned, and said, ‘In a day or two, I’ll whip you, too, if you’d like me to.’
Forcing myself to pull out of her for just long enough to reply, I heard myself say, ‘Oh yes, Susana, yes please!’
What on earth had I just said? That was my first thought when Susana’ slender hips bucked and heaved as grasped my hair painfully and gave a short cry from somewhere deep in her throat. But I concentrated on lapping her ample, sweet, musky juices, and put my own fate to the back of my mind.
Susana pulled me up to join her on the couch now, and kissed me tenderly.
‘Don’t worry about Adela, darling, and please on no account be jealous. She is just our servant – I will let you have her soon. Now kiss me, then let me go and change, and we shall go and have a picnic.’
She left me practically gaping. In the last few minutes, I had not only agreed to be whipped, but the lady I had blithely accepted as my Mistress had offered to ‘let me have’ another young and beautiful woman. Just what had I got into?
While I was still pondering the remarkable changes my life was undergoing, Susana reappeared, looking ravishing in a short white pleated tennis skirt and a sky-blue silk shirt, with a long string of pearls hanging around her elegant neck, and matching little ear-rings. She wore, for her, low heels, no more than a couple of inches.
‘You look tremendous,’ I told her, and she almost purred as we collected a hamper that Adela had prepared for us from the kitchen door.
We drove out to a riverside site Susana must have visited many times before, and sat in the shade of big, leafy poplars and eucalyptus trees as we enjoyed our picnic. All my resolve about going back to England was way behind me now, as I drank in the lovely Spanish warmth, Susana’s intoxicating nearness, as we sat at the wooden table, and her soothing words, as she described gently to me what my life with her would become.
When I tried to get her to be specific, she was always reluctant, repeating that I had much to learn, that the learning was the point in itself, and that I would experience pleasures I couldn’t have dreamed of. The message was clear: I had to trust her, or go!
Go for it, girl, I thought! I remembered suddenly the awfulness of my marriage, and Susana, seeing the cloud pass over my face, put a hand on my knee, and slid it smoothly upwards.
I took her other hand, and held it to my cheek, accompanied by its whiff of Guerlain, and kissed the tips of her fingers.
The arrival of a noisy family put a stop to our idyll, and reluctantly we had to pack up the things and head for home.
‘I think we’ll go out for dinner tonight, darling,’ said Susana, as we drove back into the heavy Madrid traffic, ‘let’s dress up, shall we?’
‘What should I wear?’ I fussed, as we sat naked around the pool, making the most of the late afternoon sunshine.
‘Don’t worry, I’ve got just the thing for you,’ said Susana, ‘I’ll have Adela go and fetch it for you from my store-room. She’ll need to help you dress anyway.’
‘Please don’t go to all that trouble, Susana – all those lovely things we bought, surely there’s something that will do?’
‘Wait and see, Sylvia,’ she said, ‘this is really special. If I’m right, you’ll feel like you’ve never felt before.’
‘What can be so special about a dress?’ I asked, ‘yes, I feel good in nice clothes, but there are limits.’
She looked at me oddly, as if trying to decide how much to say, then bit her lower lip and said, ‘remember how you felt in the corset? That strange excitement, like when you wear very high, uncomfortably high, heels? The excitement that makes you wet? She ran her tongue around her luscious lips as she spoke, and her eyelids dropped a fraction.
She continued, ‘Well, multiply it by ten, and you have an inkling how you may feel in this dress, knowing eyes are on you, but, above all, feeling your own sexuality. Wait and see!’ I noticed her hand had strayed to her pussy as she spoke, and her mouth was open just enough for me to see the tip of her tongue. Involuntarily, my own hand took on a life of its own, as I watched my Mistress quietly masturbate, and found its inexorable way to my slit, which seemed to be perpetually damp. My clitoris was questing, waiting for my touch, and the merest flick of my finger brought an electric sensation to my innermost depths. I looked at Susana’s slender body, at those erect nipples I loved so much, and she was watching me from under those hooded lids, just a few feet away, two fingers of one hand now deep into her vagina, the other hand stroking the sensitive area between her pussy and her anus. Suddenly, she closed her eyes, gave a little cry, and her whole body shook as she came.
The sight of her climaxing, just like that, was too much for me, too, and there was nothing I could do, even had I wanted to, to prevent a lovely, silken orgasm from carrying me away to paradise.
I must have fallen asleep on the sun-lounger then, because the sun was distinctly lower in the sky when I felt a kiss on my forehead, and Susana threw a robe over me.
‘Come on,’ she said, ‘time to get ready!’
I showered in a very leisurely fashion, took my time also about checking my whole body for any re-growth of hair to take off, and then sat down to attend to my hair and make-up. I wanted to be beautiful for my Mistress that evening. A knock on my door announced Adela, who had a heavy-looking dress over both arms, which she draped over the bed. I got up to have a look at it, and realised that Adela was appraising my naked body.
‘Usted es muy guapa, señorita Sylvia!’ she said, and I already knew enough Spanish to know she was paying me a complement. I smiled, and felt the dress she had laid down. It was of dark green satin, with black trim, but Adela gestured for me to stand still while she helped me on with it. I had a bit of a struggle to get into it, despite my relatively slim body, and the satin felt fantastic against my skin. It had long sleeves and a high neck, but the neckline took the form of a collar, from which the bodice, if such it could be called, was suspended, in two halves, to the waist, just covering my aureolas, so that the full swell of my breasts could be seen. But the skirt was the dress’s most remarkable feature. Although it was tight as soon as I had stepped into it, and zipped it up, I hadn’t understood the significance of the criss-cross black cord lacing all the way from waist to my calves. Now Adela attended to it, and systematically pulled the laces tight all the way down, so that I was now so tightly sheathed in satin that I could scarcely walk.
With a little difficulty I sat down on the bed, while Adela chose a pair of heels for me, and slipped them onto my feet. She also helped me pick out gold hoop ear-rings she thought would go with my outfit, and then left silently.
Looking at the clock on my bedside table, I saw that it was nearly time to go, and was suddenly eager for Susana to see me in the dress she had chosen for me.
I had to go downstairs sideways, and take tiny steps. When I got to the entrance hall, she was waiting for me. I had almost been expecting her to wear a dress like mine. But no, she wore a long, flowing brown silk backless gown – she looked like a princess.
‘I….I thought…’ I started.
‘You thought I would wear something like you, didn’t you, dear?’ she said, kindly enough, ‘but I don’t have to, I’m your Mistress! Now come along, the taxi’s waiting.’
In the taxi, she held my hand, and told me how proud she was going to be to show me off at her favourite restaurant.
When we arrived, she led me into the huge dining room, where mainly same-sex couples seemed to be sat, though there were some heterosexual couples too. As I tottered down the aisle between tables, I could feel eyes boring into me. The extreme restraint of the skirt, coupled with the heels, was like an aphrodisiac, and when we sat down, Susana said, ‘You look flushed, darling!’
‘I feel hot,’ I said, and touched her hand on top of the table.
‘I know, darling, and I forgot your little yellow friend tonight,’ she said.
‘Christ,’ I said, ‘If I’d had that in, as well as this skirt, I don’t know how I’d have got here!’
We had an excellent meal, enjoying the very many envious glances in our direction, and afterwards had a smooch around the little dance floor in each other’s arms, as I drank in Susana’s warmth and womanly scent. After a while, I said, ‘Sorry, Susana, but I’ve got to go!’
She looked at me and laughed, understanding that I needed a pee, and couldn’t possibly get my skirt on and off unaided. She took me by the hand and led me to the ladies room, where she unlaced me, and helped me wriggle out of the skirt, in the confined space of a cubicle. When I sat down, with great relief, to let the yellow stream flood out, my Mistress amazed me by dropping to her knees in her gorgeous silk gown, and putting her had down between my legs, in the toilet bowl, to feel the hot stream of piss I was jetting out. Her hand travelled up to my soaking crack, and I loved the feel of her there, fondling me in my wetness, before she dried me with a paper towel.
‘I love you, Susana,’ I said, as she helped me back into the exciting restraint of my skirt.
She kissed me, letting her tongue linger in my mouth for a few seconds.
We danced, or at least smooched around on the floor, for a while longer, attracting a lot of envious looks from bystanders. Susana deliberately pushed my hands down so that they were on her buttocks, and I loved the liquid movement of them, knowing them to be naked under the soft, thin silk of her dress.
In the taxi, on the way home, she held my hand all the way, and once we were home she said, ‘Would you like to sleep with me tonight, Sylvia?’
I needed no second invitation, and was only gone long enough to undress and put on a short black silk slip. But when I got back to my Mistress’s bedroom, she had on an identical garment, and we giggled like two schoolgirls, before falling into her huge bed, and a loving embrace. We stroked and kissed each other to sleep, which came quickly, and were still entwined together when I awoke as daylight streamed through the shutters.
I kissed my Mistress awake, and she smiled at me, saying, ‘How lovely to be awoken like that!’
She pressed a buzzer beside the bed, and Adela knocked and entered within minutes. She seemed not at all surprised to find me there, and took our order for coffee, rolls and juice.
Later, when we had had breakfast, Susana told Adela to leave the tray alone a moment and come and beckoned to her to stand by the bed. I didn’t catch what she asked her to do, but Adela put a slim, bare knee on the bed beside me, and raised her little black silk miniskirt so that I could see her shaven pussy, inches from my face. The silver ring I had glimpsed before was now revealed, dangling from her clitoris!
‘There, darling,’ said Susana, ‘don’t you think that looks perfectly heavenly?’
I was bound to agree - I found it extremely erotic, and said something to that effect. Adela started to lower her skirt, but Susana said, ‘No, my dear, don’t move for a moment!’ She reached into her bedside cabinet and found a short chain of three silver links, one end of which was a spring-link. She turned to Adela and clipped the chain to her ring, saying something to her which again I failed to understand. The pretty maid walked self-consciously out of the room with the breakfast tray.
‘What did you tell her?’ I wanted to know.
‘That, for the time being, she must wear the chain whenever she is in the house. I like it.’
She was silent for a while, as she pondered what to wear, then she turned to me and said, ‘Sylvia, I wanted you to see Adela’s ring because I want you to have one fitted. I think it would be very beautiful on you.’
I didn’t know what to say. I’d actually thought about having my navel done in the past, but never got around to it. As for my clit!
‘Wouldn’t it hurt?’ was all I could think off asking.
‘Adela said it only hurt for a second or two, but it gave her a terrific orgasm as well.’
‘I suppose if you want me to have it done……….’
‘That’s settled, then – and you can have a tongue-stud at the same time!’
‘I…..I…!’ I started to protest weakly, but she had already marched out of the room, and into her adjoining bathroom. I heard the shower running.
In no time at all, she was back, her hair soaking, enveloped in a white towelling robe.

When Colin awoke, morning light was streaming through the bedroom. “What the hell time is it?” he mumbled aloud, rubbing his eyes. “1:20pm!” The other half of the bed beside him was empty. Cecelia was apparently up and about. He knew he couldn’t spend the entire day in bed. There were things that still had to be done to the new house. He went into the bathroom and then headed back into the bedroom. That was odd. Cecelia’s closet door was open and was empty. Now that he noticed, her drawers were too. Colin could have sworn Cecelia packed everything yesterday afternoon. He decided not to stress it too much and went to look for one of his suitcases with his clothes since he had not unpacked. That was strange as well. He could have sworn he put them somewhere around the room, but they were nowhere to be found.
With a towel wrapped around his waist, Colin headed downstairs to ask Cecelia to see where his clothes were. She was nowhere in the house, but the kitchen door was open. When he stepped to the opening, he was shocked to see three of his suitcases opened and his clothes scattered all over the lawn. “What the fuck??? Cecelia!!!!” Colin charged down the steps to the driveway. There was Cecelia in front of their SUV and appeared to be packing her belongings into the car. “CeCe, what the hell do you think you’re doing. Did you do that too my clothes? And where are you going?”
“You fucking bastard. I’m going wherever the hell I please,” Cecelia cursed without even looking up at him.
“What are you doing? Why are you so mad at me for?”
“What am I so mad at you for??? We’re not even married for a month and you’re already fucking around!!! And in our first day living in our new house. I’m just glad I wasn’t the one to put down any money on it.”
“What are you talking about?” Colin got nervous. Did he see him and Ty kissing in the hot tub last night? He was so sure she would be sleeping.
“Don’t act like you weren’t trying to get a peak at her all afternoon yesterday. I heard you the guys talking about her yesterday. Well anyways, I decided to get into the hot tub this morning when I got up. And what should I find, but a white bikini top floating around. It didn’t take long to put two and two together. All of a sudden I look up and see a black slut working in her garden wearing white bikini bottoms and a t-shirt. So I go over to her and tell her that the top really seems to match the bottom of the bathing suit that she’s wearing. Then I asked her if she enjoyed sleeping with all the men who moved into the neighborhood. Well, as soon as she turned red and turned around to go back into her house, I could tell that she was guilty. I can’t believe that you would sleep with her over me! At least when I cheated on you last month I did it with another white guy.”
“You what????”
“You heard me. If you must know, I have still been seeing John since you and me got together. And right now, I am going back to my old apartment. Thankfully he’s still been making the payments on it.” John was Cecelia’s ex-boyfriend whom she had been dating for years. He was a rich older man who had left her for a young professional model. “Look, I might as well level with you right now. I never thought I was pregnant. I just told you that shit so that you would propose to me. I wanted to make John jealous…I thought it would make him come back after me. Well, he still wanted to see me, but just on the side of that too skinny bitch he left me for. And now you cheat on me! Not that it means as much. All you men can only think with the head that’s between your legs. But anyways, I’m outta here. I knew this wasn’t going to last anyways.” With a huff, Cecelia spun around to walk to the front of the car, got into the driver’s seat and revved the engine. Seconds later she was off and probably out of his life forever. Well, at least until they would have to fill out the divorce papers.
Colin was baffled by what he had just been told. He wasn’t hurt that she had left, but shocked that he didn’t some how see this all coming. She was even more than a bitch than he had thought. He was definitely pissed. He decided to go inside, watch some TV and try to calm down. Later that night, he would surely be fine, and probably ecstatic that she had left.
***
It had been three weeks since Cecelia had left the house. Within that period of time they had already filled out the divorce papers to officially make themselves ex-husband and ex-wife. It had also been three weeks since Colin had talked to Ty. Standing in the kitchen, he peaked out behind the curtains in the kitchen watching her in her garden. He knew that she was feeling awkward and embarrassed about the situation and that she knew the reason that his wife had left him. He had tried to be friendly with her, but only got the cold shoulder. The day Cecelia had left, Colin noticed Ty down on her hands and knees weeding and began to walk across the lawn to strike up a conversation. When he was about twenty feet away she noticed him and quickly rushed into the house. On other occasions he had tried knocking on her door, but she didn’t answer. The flickering light of the television in the window told him she was home though. He decided he needed to come up with some sort of strategy to get her attention. Then it came to him. Today was Friday. He would start his plan on Monday.
***
On Monday morning Ty heard the doorbell ring. She rang from her bedroom to get to the front of the porch. When she opened the kitchen door, there was no one there. But when she looked down, she saw a vase filled with a dozen roses. She leaned down to pick it up and found a note attached. It read, “Roses for a Queen. If only they were as beautiful as you. –Colin P.S. the divorce has been finalized. Be mine.” She couldn’t believe it. No man had sent her roses before. Should she call him and thank him? No, she just couldn’t stand to face him and too embarrassing, whether or not he was divorced. But she would certainly keep them. They would look wonderful on her table.
***
Tuesday after work Ty came home exhausted. It had been a long day and she was ready to sit back and relax. When she got on the porch, there was yet another gift. Again it was from Colin. It was a basket full of soaps to use for a bath and sweet smelling lotions. There was also a white terry cloth road in a separate package. This would definitely come in handy. What was he trying to get at anyways?
*** On Wednesday, she came home to find a box of chocolates and a gold necklace with a heart pendant that had a little diamond in the upper right hand corner. Was he serious??? This was certainly her first piece of jewelry from a man. She was surprised he would spend all this money on her. A note attached said, “The necklace may be expensive, but to have you smile at me would be priceless.”
***
All day at work, Ty had been contemplating whether or not she should speak to Colin. She really ought to go over and thank him for the gifts. Would he leave anymore for her this week? “Walking up her steps, she was almost surprised not to see a gift lying on her porch. But after opening her kitchen door, she found it. Colin had slid under the door an envelope. After opening it she found an invitation. It read, “You are cordially invited to dinner at the Ritz Carlton at 8p.m. tomorrow night. I will pick you up at 7:30.” He was very bold. He really expected she would just drop any plans she had to go out with him??? Well, maybe she would be the slightest bit willing.
***
When Ty got home after work, she found a long black bag on her porch table, with a note on top. Ty opened her kitchen door and then grabbed the items, bringing them inside with her. The note read, “Please wear this tonight. Though you are beautiful in anything, I hope you don’t mind putting this on.” Opening the bag she found a beautiful red dress. It had spaghetti straps, and from looking at it she guessed that it would come about to her mid thigh. There were black strappy shoes as well. But that wasn’t all. There was also a black corset, a black thong and a garter belt. Her heart began beating faster. He certainly was expecting more than dinner. But then, they were both adults, and both certainly had an attraction for the other. Dare she? Well, there was a lot that she had wanted to finish at the hot tub that night, but his wife was in the way. But now it was over. Cecelia was out of the picture. Why had Ty been giving him such a hard time in the first place? She decided to go with her feelings and meet him for dinner. Looking up at her clock she was it was 6:05 p.m. She didn’t have much time to get ready, before he would be picking her up.

Chapter Five- Mason’s First Taste
When Veronica awoke on New Year’s Day she was delighted to see that Mason had stayed through the night. In fact she could hear him—what was he up to she wondered— Is that pots and pans I hear—is he—making breakfast?
“Wow this one’s a keeper!” Veronica thought.
Not only did he not freak out, he accepted her fully and didn’t have second thoughts the morning after.
“Tonight he will get his first touch, his first chance to slide inside and see how it feels to be on the giving end as well.” She thought.
Just the memory of Mason’s hot wet mouth on her tits and his strong hand’s grip on her cock last night got her hard instantly. She stroked her cock as she lay there—eyes half shut fantasizing about what the day and evening would bring. She couldn’t wait to feel that hot wet mouth wrapped around her swollen shaft. Couldn’t wait to feel that huge cock of Mason’s entering her from behind, pounding its way into her hot tight little asshole. As she thought of it all she licked a fingertip and inserted it into the edge of her anus, just a bit—just enough to tease herself while she slowly stroked her cock back and forth circling its wet sticky head every now and again.
Just then she realized that she had an audience standing in the doorway watching.
“Good morning beautiful—breakfast can wait—but I see you can’t” Mason chuckled.
“Mmm… come in tiger—you’re greatly needed in here.” Veronica replied.
Mason climbed up onto the foot of the bed on all fours and crawled his way up between Veronica’s hot thighs. He leaned past her cock and her tits and gave her a huge kiss—being always the gentleman first and the tiger second. Then he kissed and licked and teased his way down her neck, to her big beautiful tits nipping her nipples along the way. Then down her stomach to her hard, dripping rod that so desperately waited his arrival.
He didn’t give in to her right away—rather he teased her. He brushed his fingers across her cock’s head and up her shaft several times making Veronica jump in response to his touch.
“Please Mason, please take me into your hot, wet mouth. I can not wait to feel what it is like to be in your mouth…” Veronica whispered feverishly.
“Mmm, I can’t wait to taste you, you naughty girl, can’t wait to feel you shoot your hot sticky juice in my mouth.”
Mason finally done with his teasing reached down and grabbed Veronica by the base of her cock,
Mamama…mason, take it—take me in your mouth baby.” Veronica breathed in anticipation.
Mason smiled a devilish little smile as he slowly took the tip of Veronica’s cock into his mouth for the first time—and began to lap, lick and suck at it while he teased her balls with his hands. He sucked her into himself hard and deep and felt her growing within him.
“What an awesome feeling Mason thought, to feel her growing in my mouth and know how excited she is by me…”
“Oh, baby, you are so good at that, are you sure you’ve never done this before? Veronica teased.
“Never, I swear it, I guess I just have an advantage since I know what makes me feel good.” He laughed.
Mason suckled the pre-cum from Veronica’s cock head. He slid a finger in his mouth and gently, slowly and teasingly shoved his middle finger deep inside Veronica’s hot, waiting ass. Sucking her cock deep inside his throat and pumping it up and down and in and out with one hand while he finger fucked her asshole to oblivion with the other. Leaving her a screaming, writhing, wet mess melting into the sheets. When she was finally ready to cum Mason sucked Veronica’s cock down deep and sucked without letting up while he swallowed every sticky lump of her jizz down.
“Oh my God, you taste so good Veronica, so hot and salty-sweet I could swallow you all day, I never felt anyone cum in my mouth that way before…what a sensation…” Mason replied enthusiastically.
Veronica brought him up close to her and kissed him deeply thrusting her tongue into the farthest reaches of his mouth and throat tasting herself on his every breath, every lick.
“You are so sweet…so sexy and powerful…I can’t believe we found each other…” Veronica sighed.
“Let’s get some of that breakfast I made for you…” Mason said after they’d recovered.
Veronica laughed and said, “That was breakfast!”
Well then, Mason chuckled, I can’t wait to see what’s in store for lunch and dinner you naughty girl you…
“Oh, just you wait, you still have some firsts left to fit in before the day ends…” Veronica said with a wink and a giggle.

I’d been sleeping for the past several hours, and I was groggy when I woke in the cramped seat, the beautiful brunette beside me. Outside, it was dark. Lights flashed past, streaking the huge window with reds, oranges, ambers, yellows, whites, and greens, as if some gigantic, invisible hand were painting an illuminated garden upon a canvas of glass. Through the slits of my half-open, rheumy eyes, I could make out the indistinct square, rectangular, and triangular shapes of buildings crowded together in a close rank. We were traveling through the downtown area of yet another city. The last I could remember, we’d been crossing a bridge over the Mississippi River. Vaguely, I wondered what state we were in now.
I turned my head upon the high-backed seat. Dimly, I recognized that my seatmate was busy. Her arm was moving, and she moaned softly. I looked down, at her lap, and saw that her pumping fist gripped her cock. The lady beside me was no lady; she was a he! Moreover, the transsexual tart was masturbating!
I didn’t know what to do. I mean, I wasn’t offended, not in the least. It was damned sexy, having a beautiful “woman” masturbating in the seat beside me, on a Greyhound bus.
If she was aware that I’d awakened, she gave no sign. She continued to masturbate, her fist bouncing around her stiff, straining cock, moaning softly from time to time as she squirmed in her seat. I was facing her–somehow, despite the erect penis jutting from her lap, I couldn’t help but to think of her as a woman–and, keeping my eyes half closed, I observed her as she continued to stroke herself, trembling and heaving in her seat. She was close to orgasm, I knew, and I wondered whether she’d continue until she ejaculated.
Thank goodness, I thought, for the fat old broad who occupied the aisle seat adjacent to the shemale sweetie who sat beside me. The matronly old Medusa had fallen asleep with her overhead lamp on. The focused illumination from the small bulb was sufficient for me to see the transsexual; otherwise, I’d have been denied the sight of her pleasuring herself, although I might have guessed, easily enough, what she was doing beside me in the dark by the muted moans that she made and the intermittent shuddering that seized and shook her slight frame. As it was, I was able to enjoy both the sight and the sound of her masturbation.
“You’re beautiful,” I said quietly.
Beside me, she froze, sitting motionless and silent.
“I saw what you were doing,” I informed her.
She said nothing.
I don’t know, to this day, where I got the nerve, but I reached over, took her still-stiff prick in my hand, and began to stroke it. “Let me do that for you,” I suggested.
She still didn’t say anything; she still didn’t move.
My fingers rolled the cylindrical shaft between them. Then, I took her cock in my fist. I held her manhood firmly as I pumped my fist up and down. I heard her gasp. Tightening my grip, I increased my tempo, and she moaned. I felt her shiver, and her thighs clamped together involuntarily. Her balls were high and tight, risen in the contracted pouch of her scrotum. She was close to orgasm. She groaned, shuddering, and her thighs squeezed tightly together.
I squeezed her prick in my fist, several times, rapidly, and she rolled her eyes, helpless in the grip of ecstasy. My hand bounced fast and hard, up and down, pushing and pulling the taut skin of her cock back and forth over the straining shaft and jiggling her balls inside the tight-drawn pouch of her risen scrotum. She sobbed with pleasure as her thick, warm semen spurted from her trembling penis, forming small opalescent pools that looked like melted pearls.
She’d sown some of her seed upon my fingers as well as her pubes and lower belly, and I lifted my hand to my mouth and tasted the nectar of her loins. It was salty and delicious. I wished I’d sucked her cock instead of having masturbated her. I also wished she could have returned the favor, imagining the wild sensations and delight that her lips and tongue and mouth could create within my heart and soul (and genitals).
She’d closed her eyes, looking as lovely as a sleeping angel as she breathed deeply, her whole body relaxed and still. Her little penis had already begun to wilt, returning to its natural, limp state.
Her semen glistened in the pale light of the adjacent overhead lamp. Were I a photographer, I’d have snapped her picture; were I a painter, I’d have captured her likeness in oils. As it was, I was content merely to gaze upon her loveliness. She was as beautiful as any woman I’d ever met or seen and far lovelier than the multitude. I longed to see her completely naked, so I could behold and fondle her breasts and buttocks as I’d caressed her cock and balls.
She opened her sapphire eyes and regarded me under thick, dark lashes. Her smile melted my heart. “Thank you,” she whispered.
I heard the bus’ airbrakes. The gargantuan vehicle slowed. A sign outside the window announced “Philadelphia.”
“You live here, in Philly?” I asked her.
My gorgeous seatmate nodded. “Do you?”
Grinning, I answered her nod with a nod of my own. “On Winchester Street.”
“Let’s exchange phone numbers,” she suggested, adding, after a moment’s pause, “and addresses.”
We scribbled the information and handed our notes to one another.
Taking mine, she tucked the paper into the cleavage of her fabulous breasts. “Call me,” she invited.
“I will,” I promised, my cock stiffening at the thought of the good times we could have together in the City of Brotherly Love.
“I want to get you into my bed,” she declared. “I want to suck your cock and fuck your ass.”
“And I want to suck your cock and fuck your ass,” I returned.
The driver’s voice bawled from the front of the bus: “Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! End of the line!”

I’ve always loved the naughty delight of getting felt up just barely out of public view. And the titillating thrill of grabbing my man when no one is looking just cant be beat. They get so cute and embarrassed when it makes them poke. It arouses me knowing that their lusty mind is consumed with whisking me to some corner and giving me a nice feel back, or better.
But for me the most erotic treat, the most perfect sexual flirt is to make love in a movie theater. I finally lived this, my most intense dream, the fantasy I’ve had for as far back as I can remember. Tim and I make love in so many provocative ways and in so many places. But never, never in public. I wanted to seduce him so completely that he could not resist me even in full view, potentially, of others.
We often lay together in my room before making love, and while our hands play and our mouths lick and suck we tell each other our many fantasies. It always makes our sex so much better. But I never shared my ultimate fantasy with him. I wanted to catch him by surprise. I wanted to be sliding down his delight before he knew what happened.
I managed to get him to agree to take me to a movie he wasn’t interested in when I was on top of him, teasing him with my hot cunt just above his tip, making him beg for more. I coyly asked him if he would take me to the movie I had in mind. He moaned a ‘yes’, so I rewarded him with the kind of treat he liked best: me on top, pumping him with eyes locked onto his, commanding him with my expression to cum in me.
For the evening of the movie I wore a low cut, light blue nit dress. My heart beat fiercely the entire drive there. Had his hand slipped up my dress (which it frequently did when he drove) and found me pantiless, he would have pulled over and fucked me right then (this happened frequently, too). And I would have been too hot and weak to stop him. I wanted him full for me that night. However, he did manage to slide a hand down my front and play with my aroused nipples. He knew that drove me absolutely crazy for him. It was all I could do to not ask him to pull over.
I got to the ticket booth in one piece. I winked at every man there (that I could get away with) and drank in their lusty returned looks. I delighted in knowing that only a single layer of fabric kept my cunt and light figure from their view. I couldn’t stop undressing Tim with my eyes. I felt so weak I could hardly walk. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding. My hands couldn’t get dry. Tim knew I was in the most desperate need. For a moment I was afraid Tim was going to take me somewhere and satisfy me. He knew I’d let him. He knew I was dying for it. But I wanted him in that theater.
As we finally walked in I boldly lead him to the back far corner. He followed happily, knowing that I wasn’t interested in the movie. He knew I only wanted to neck and have him feel me up a few orgasms.
Luckily there wasn’t anyone near us. The minute the lights went down he leaned over and buried his face into my eager neck. His hands squeezed my thinly veiled, excited breasts. Then his right hand deliciously slid up my thigh and found a bare, wet pussy waiting for him. His fingers were was so expert that I orgasmed right then. His tongue drove deeper into my mouth and licked down my neck and under my quivering chin.
Then I made my first move. I reached over and squeezed his meat through his pants. He unlatched his belt. I unzipped him and opened his pants. I pulled out his glorious stiff meat and stroked it. His drooling rod soaked my fingers as he licked my creamy skin. I knew I’d have him soon.
His eyes nearly popped when I lifted my dress well above my hips, revealing my slutty womanhood for him. I slid a bit down and opened my legs. His fingers slipped up in me and worked me to another orgasm. All the while I kept his shaft at its peak, right at the edge, my fingers barely sliding down his slippery stiffness as he got close.
I leaned down and slipped my mouth over his tip, then down his length. He could hardly contain his moans. I kept sucking until his chin went back and his eyes closed.
He was ready. Weakened by my sexual power and totally under my spell, I quickly stood up and before he could think I straddled him and slid down his long, pleasing dick.
He was mine.
I ground and fucked nastily, smoothly twisting my torso as I rode up and down. I held his face firmly within my hands, and face-to-face drilled my burning, lusting eyes straight into his.
Almost scowling I whispered breathily, “Fuck your whore.”
I rode him hard and grinding, alternating between giving him all of my squirming weight and almost lifting off completely. His eyes submitted to mine. His expression became more and more intense as his climax approached. His head stroked my tight channel like never before. My fixed, determined expression demanded his cum. I knew it wouldn’t be long. His hands slid up under my dress and cupped my braless, sweaty, bobbing breasts. He squeezed them as my man’s cock shot full loads deep into his riding slut. My cunt felt each hot squirt. My expression matched his. My face moved with his. My mouth covered his as his girl cummed around his throbbing stick inside her. As I came his hands slid down his girl’s warm, moist back and tightly gripped her frisky, squirming ass.
If anyone had known just how hot the back row was that night.
I melted upon him and buried my face into his neck. He slowly whispered, “There’s a girl I know who’s going to get fucked somewhere tonight.” With his meat still in me I licked behind his ear seductively, letting his wonderful male mind roam free to wherever it wished, for as long as it wished.
He finally softly added, “Only I hear that this girl likes it nude,” I giggled lightly and gave him a few approving strokes from my cunt. With noses touching I smiled and whispered, “I dare you.”
We walked out smiling, knowing that a ‘certain girl’ was going to have the funnest night ever.

Lindsay called David up to ask him over to hang out at her apartment. It had been a while since they had caught up with each other. David agreed and said he would bring a bottle of wine. They had gone on a date and had sex before, but things didn’t work out and they decided to be friends. Lindsay was very slim, and petite 5′3″ with only average size breasts, but she was very cute. David soon arrived at Lindsay’s apartment.
“How are you?” David said to Lindsay.
“I’m great honey.” “How have you been?” Lindsay asked.
“Okay, but I could be better,” said David.
Lindsay asked, “How so?”
“It’s been a rough week at work and my last couple of dates have been disappointing. I’m looking for a more outgoing and fun girl,” he remarked.
“What do you mean by ‘fun?’ she asked playfully as she touched his arm.
“You know, a girl who knows what she wants,” David said.
“I want a million dollars,” Lindsay said as she brushed her hand along his thigh near his crotch. David noticed, but couldn’t tell if it was intentional or not.
“Don’t we all?” David said. “What do you really want?” David asked.
Lindsay didn’t take the bait and took the wine bottle from David and went to get her wine opener. She poured a glass for both of them and they went and sat down on the couch.
“So are you dating anyone now Lindsay,” David inquired.
“Honestly David, I haven’t met a quality guy in a while.”
“Really? I find that hard to believe,” David said.
“Why?” she asked.
“You’re so beautiful, smart, and fun. Guys must be hitting on you all the time,” David said. “Lindsay, we’ve always been really honest with each other. You seem so perfect, but haven’t you ever done something naughty and surprised yourself?”
“Like what?” Lindsay asked.
“Like made out with another girl? It seems like women are always so affectionate with each other. Haven’t you at least tried it?” David asked.
“Honestly, I did try it one night when I was really drunk,” Lindsay admitted.
“Really? When?” David asked.
“It was my freshman year of college and I was out partying really late. I was really drunk and this girl I was friends with came up and kissed me. We made out for a little bit. She was such a great kisser,” Lindsay admitted.
“So that’s it?” David asked.
“Well not exactly. We went home and fooled around more,” Lindsay confessed.
“Wow!” David exclaimed. “Did you eat her pussy?”
“David!” Lindsay yelled.
“I’m sorry. I just thought maybe you tried it because you said you fooled around,” David apologized.
“Okay. Well, I did eat her pussy,” Lindsay admitted.
“That’s so hot!” David exclaimed. “What did you think?”
“I was curious to try it once and I liked it. It was a lot of fun. I was scared at first, but she ate my pussy first and it felt so good. It made me so horny. She was shaved and smelled really good so I just had to try it,” Lindsay related.
“Wow! I had no idea Lindsay. I would have never expected that. That’s an awesome story. So do you still hook up with women?” David inquired.
“Actually David, that’s the only time. I’m not attracted to women, but it was just two girls having some fun. I would definitely do it again if it was there, but I don’t go seeking it out. I prefer men,” Lindsay informed him.
“Now, I’ve been honest with you. I want you to be honest with me David,” Lindsay said. “I want to know one of your secrets. What’s the naughtiest thing you’ve done?” she asked.
David said, “I’ve cybered with an older woman before.” He smiled.
“David! That’s pathetic! I tell you something I’ve never told anyone else and that’s all. You’re a jerk!” Lindsay was pissed off. “Seriously, haven’t you ever done anything?”
“Like what?” David asked. “Do you ever play with any sex toys?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” David asked. “What kind of toys?”
“Butt toys,” Lindsay said “I think you like butt toys, David.”
“What? Why would you think that Lindsay?” David smiled.
“Last time when I was sucking your cock and playing with your balls, you seemed to lift your ass like you wanted me to play with it.”
“What?” David exclaimed. “No way.”
Lindsay said, “You can be honest with me David. I know you like it. I know you’ve played with your ass before. A lot of guys have done it. Tell me about it. Have you fingered yourself? It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone,” Lindsay coaxed him.
“Honestly, I have fingered myself, but only after an old girlfriend did it while sucking my cock,” David admitted.
“And you obviously liked it?” Lindsay asked.
“Lindsay, it felt so good that it was unreal. I had never exploded so hard in my life. She got the biggest mouthful of my cum she had ever had. I had to try it again, but using my own finger wasn’t as fun,” David relayed.
“So you have used butt toys before, haven’t you?” Lindsay pressed.
“I actually have used a butt plug before,” David disclosed.
“Really?” Lindsay asked. “Let me see you do it. I’ve always wanted to play with a boy’s ass before.”
“Lindsay, no. I can’t,” David said.
“Oh okay,” Lindsay said. “It would have been fun. Have you ever used a dildo in your ass?”
“Lindsay, you can’t ask me that,” David said.
“Why not? After all, you have used a butt plug,” Lindsay teased.
“Honestly, I have tried a dildo. Lindsay, I’m embarrassed talking about this,” David said.
“David, don’t be. I’m not going to tell anyone,” Lindsay replied back. “How big was it? Tell me how much you liked it.”
“It was 7 inches. It was just okay. I like having sex with girls better,” David said.
“Quit trying to change the subject. Did you take all 7 inches?” Lindsay pressed on.
“I did,” David acknowledged. “I thought it might hurt to take that much, but it didn’t at all. It felt so good.”
“David, you’re making me so wet right now. That’s so hot so you like it in the ass,” she whispered in his ear. She crawled on his lap and kissed him while she pressed her pussy against his hard cock. She kissed his neck and nibbled on his ear. “Please David, I want to fuck your tight ass. I know you want it. Think how great it will feel.”
“I don’t know Lindsay,” David hesitantly whispered.
“David, I want to see your ass take my entire strap on. Will you please let me fuck your ass? Please David, for me?” Lindsay encouraged him.
David relented, “Oh okay, but you have to keep it a secret.”
“David, you know my secret so you have nothing to worry about. Let’s go back to my room,” Lindsay directed him.
Lindsay went to the bathroom to change while David stripped down to his boxers. Lindsay came out with a 7″ black strap on and a black bra. She came over and kissed David. “This strap on has a dildo in my pussy and a plug in my ass so I’m going to feel every thrust. Now get out of those boxers!”
David removed his boxers and revealed his hard cock. Lindsay kissed him again and grabbed his cock. Then she leaned down and took his cock in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down a couple of times on his cock to tease him a little bit and to make him even harder. David moaned, “Oh Lindsay, that feels so good.”
She abruptly stopped and ordered, “Now turn over for me baby and get on your hands and knees.”
David did as he was told. Lindsay generously lubed her strap on and rubbed some into his ass. Then she put her strap on at the entrance of his ass and gently pushed. She hesitated as the tip entered him so his ass could adjust to her cock. David moaned. Then she gently pushed her strap on all the way in. David really began to moan. Then Lindsay grabbed his hips and began to work her cock in and out. David couldn’t believe how good it felt to get fucked and began working his ass back on her cock.
“David, look at how your tight ass takes my cock. You work your ass like you’ve done this before” Lindsay said. “This is so awesome.”
Lindsay moaned as she fucked him. She loved the feeling of the anal plug the strap on had as the vaginal plug worked her pussy. She gradually picked up the pace as she felt herself approaching orgasm. She reached around and grabbed his cock as she worked his ass feverishly. Finally, he exploded all over the bed as she came.
She pulled the dildo from his ass. “Lindsay, that felt so amazing!” David exclaimed.
“David, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen a man do. You made my fantasy come true. Anytime you want it, let me know,” Lindsay told him.
They fell asleep in the bed together.

Chrissy was alone in her apartment, on her bed with her slender legs spread wide. She had masturbated herself until she was creamy, without coming to orgasm. Her trembling hands reached for the ear syringe; she dipped it in the powdered sugar and water solution and picked up some of it into the syringe bulb. She closed her eyes as she inserted the tip of the syringe into her pussy.
“Oh, yes, cum in me now!” Chrissy exclaimed aloud as she pulsed the fake semen into her creamy receptacle. “Mmmm, yes, babe, give me all your cum!”
More aroused than before, she reached for the breast pump and placed it upon her slippery labia. Giving the bulb little squeezes, she visualized her imaginary boyfriend sucking his own semen from her hot pussy.
“That feels so good! Suck it out! Oh! Yes… YES! Auhhhhh…”
She rocked with an explosive orgasm. What a great release from stress, she thought to herself. With a blush in her cheeks, she got ready for her dinner appointment with her friend Barbara.
Chrissy had a mental agenda for the conversation, and tried to think of how to steer the conversation in that direction. After all, it was Barbara who titillated her with tales of her sexual adventures.
When the evening was over, Chrissy wrote in her journal:
“What an extraordinary dinner with Barb! I was determined to tell her about my fantasy and I almost cried from the fright beforehand. But I actually did tell her and she was really interested. I was so relieved when she told me she likes it too, and said it’s called creampie. I wanted to know how she got the guys to go down on her after they shoot their wad. She couldn’t always get them to agree, so that gave me an idea. This guy at work I’m interested in, I’ll call ‘A’. We’ve gone out a couple of times, but we haven’t fucked yet, and I want to train him to eat my pussy after he squirts. I like the control I have over a guy’s prick. I can say yes or no, and when they’re inside me I can get them to cum when I want them to. I like the way I can make the guy’s prick practically dance for me, and shoot its load when I move a certain way or give them a certain look.
“I want more, though. I want the guy to suck me clean after he cums. That stuff with the breast pump drove me wild. ‘A’, or any other guy, for that matter, won’t get into my pants until he agrees to eat the creampie!”
That Friday evening Chrissy and “A” went out to dinner. After dinner she insisted on paying for her own meal, figuring that she would establish some control by doing that. She suggested that they go to her place afterwards, and he readily agreed.
In a roundabout way Chrissy steered the conversation toward sex. She concealed her excitement admirably, and was gratified that “A” appeared to be aroused. She initiated kissing and touching, and when she was sure that her date had a raging erection underneath his jeans, she insinuated that she liked sex a bit on the kinky side. That, of course, aroused her date even more, since he had wild fantasies about what was to come.
Chrissy led him to her bedroom, and they undressed each other. During their previous conversation she made it clear, although in a subtle way, that she greatly enjoyed cunnilingus. He had picked up on this and in an effort to please her, put his face between her slender thighs and worked on her with a skill that she appreciated. She shuddered and writhed with an intense orgasm, and her vocal moans inspired confidence in him.
When he got into position to enter her, she put him off and began handling his boner, as if appreciating it.
“Mmmm, what a nice hard cock,” she said. “I bet there’s a big load of cum in there - I’d love to have you squirt that load inside me. Do you want to fill my basket?”
“Ohhhh, Chrissy…”
Now I’ve 99% got him, she said to herself.
“If I let you inside me,” she said with as much wide-eyed innocent sensuousness as she could gather, “You’ve got to promise to do something special for me.” She waited for his reaction.
He excitedly asked what it was she wanted.
She spread her legs in front of him, giving him a view of her glistening pussy. “I want you to do my pussy with your mouth, after you pump me full of your cum. That would feel so good!”
She pulled him close, and his penis ached to make its way inside her pussy. He wanted to plunge in and thrust repeatedly, filling her insides with his manhood and then burst forth, ejecting his seed within her.
“Chrissy - I kind of want to, but what if… what if I just can’t, afterward?”
“Then I won’t see you again. Look, girls have given you blowjobs haven’t they? It didn’t kill them to do it. And a lot of girls will swallow, too. I do, when I give a BJ. Say you’ll do it. I know you want to fuck me, and I want you to fuck my brains out! The only thing is, you’ve gotta suck me clean afterwards.” She lewdly spread her knees apart.
“Well…”
She pressed in for some light kisses, and teased his throbbing member and testicles with her hand.
“Chrissy… I’ll - I’ll do it,” he stammered.
“Are you sure now? No backing out? No matter what?”
“Yes! Chrissy, I want you so much.”
With a feeling of pride in her skills, she kissed the tip of his erection and lay back with her spread legs. Flashing a dizzily sexy smile that she had rehearsed, she pulled him into her. Although she knew full well that with all the teasing she had done, he wasn’t going to last long, she made the pretense of wanting him to enjoy her as much as possible.
“Take it slow,” she admonished, “so you won’t pop off right away.” After a moment she sensuously pumped her hips and he began to ejaculate.
“Ahhhh! Chrissy!”
“Ohhh, yes!” she whispered, imagining all the semen that he wo