Catalog 4

For a start it was another man, the cock was larger and tasted differently and she was feeling hornier than she had ever felt in her life . She was ready.
She looked with great lust at what she had in front of her. This time this marvellously designed tool was going in her mouth – next time it was going inside her willing vagina. It was so beautiful! Now that she had started down the swinging road, she definitely wanted to see and play with more of these marvellous machines, which she knew were going to bring inordinate joy to her body. Her mouth opened and she took the penile head inside – her mouth closed around it and her tongue took over – licking and sucking, sucking and licking, tasting that amazing taste, sucking like a lollipop, licking like a gob stopper sweet!
Martin sat next to Angela; it was as if he was petrified. He looked at his darling wife as if he could not believe what he saw. Rosemary was kneeling between Roger’s legs, her hands resting on his thighs and her mouth firmly clamped around the top of his cock. From the movement of her lips, Martin knew that she was sucking Roger’s cockhead and from the ecstatic look on Roger’s face, it could be seen that he was enjoying the experience. Rosemary had occasionally given Martin pleasure that way, but he was convinced that Rosemary had never shown the same enthusiasm and enjoyment as she was showing now.
He looked with increasing pleasure at his wife’s naked body – from the dark hair resting on her creamy white shoulders, down the length of her flowing form to the raised and proud shape of her arse. If he looked closely enough, he could see the shape of her pussy – what he would not give to walk across now and plunge his rampant cock into her pussy and fuck her doggy style whilst Roger fucked her face.
He knew, however, that if he were to do that he would be unable to push his cock into the sweet, juicy love canal of the woman who sat but a few feet from him, the look on her face as lustful and demanding as any face he had seen for many a long year.
In fact Angela could not move her eyes away from the smooth, white buttocks, which Rosemary presented to her whilst sucking Roger. They were so attractive – they wanted spanking and Angela was going to be the person who introduced Rosemary to the world of feminine bondage. She was going to tie Rosemary down, face down, on Angela’s bed and she was going to use a paddle or a whip (or both for she had both in many varieties) until Rosemary screamed for more and begged Angela to fuck her! She felt herself getting wetter and wetter at the thought – Roger would have no trouble at all in penetrating her sometime in the near future.
Roger sat there with his eyes closed and felt those soft, warm lips encircle his cock and knew that when he blew his seed, there was going to be a never ending stream – or at least that is what it would feel like to Rosemary. He could now feel her hands start to caress the length of his tool; very slowly and very softly her hands masturbated him at the same time as she sucked and licked. Had he indeed gone to heaven? He felt one of the soft hands start to caress his balls – squeeze gently and release, squeeze and release, just as if she were milking a cow except that she was milking a man of his warm, creamy milk – the very life of his being.
Rosemary could feel Roger’s balls start to tighten and she knew that very soon she would be the recipient of his semen. Would she swallow? Now was the crunch. It was about to happen; she had to make that decision. Yes! She would swallow, every last drop and she would enjoy the smell and the taste. From now on she would learn how to compare men’s semen and she would become an expert at rating it. From now… the warm liquid hit the back of her throat and she stopped thinking about the future, rather concentrating on the perfect present! Roger’s cum shot down her throat – it was warm and creamy and sooo delicious. Long, thick strands filling her very being – the last few ropes resting in her mouth ready for Angela and Martin to taste. Still sucking on his cock, extracting every last gram from his balls. She truly had died and gone to heaven!
Very, very carefully Rosemary pulled her mouth from Roger’s cock and standing up, went across to Angela. Holding out her arms, Rosemary took Angela in her embrace and for the very first time felt the naked body of another woman touch her skin – so smooth like satin, so warm, so sexual! They kissed and Rosemary opened her lips and allowed Roger’s sperm to pass to his wife’s mouth. Their tongues played with each other and Rosemary could feel Angela’s hands running like feathers up and down her back; she could feel their bodies pressing against each other and their breastsalmost conjoined at the nipples. All she could think of was the fantasy of their bodies lying side by side on her bed – but it need not be a fantasy. She could get Angela’s phone number and call her tomorrow to arrange an assignation during the week – that is what she would do!
Reluctantly she parted from Angela and moved across to Martin, took him in her arms and kissed him passionately; this was the man she loved, would always love and would encourage to fuck other women because he deserved the pleasure of different women’s bodies.
Martin tasted Roger’s sperm inside Rosemary’ mouth – he had never tasted another man’s sperm before; he had never tasted another man’s cock – now was the time to start thinking about it but before he did he had a delightful duty to perform – he had to fuck Angela.
Angela was still mentally reeling from her skin-to-skin contact with Rosemary. Rosemary’s body was so smooth, so touchable, and so kissable. She could picture the soft and pliant body under hers, their breasts squeezing against each other, their pudendas rubbing flesh to flesh, their lips setting their entire bodies alive with electric force. She came awake, her eyes resting on the naked form of Martin – his beautifully formed cock standing at attention, so hard that the foreskin was pulled back to allow his helmet in all its magnificence to seek access to her body. She must not keep him waiting.
“Shall we go to the bedroom?” she asked Martin,” Then Rosemary and Roger can come and sit in the armchairs there and watch us fuck.” Martin nodded his head; without more ado Angela took him by the hand and led him through the house and up the stairs to the master bedroom with Rosemary and Roger following on behind also hand in hand.
Once in the bedroom Angela led Martin across to the king size bed, which dominated the room. The covers were already rolled to the bottom as though awaiting the performance, which was so shortly to take place there. On either side of the bed were sofas, each slightly raised above the carpet on a dais, so that anyone sitting there could look down on the bed. At the bottom of the bed, also slightly raised above the level of the surrounding area, was a settee.
“Where do you wish to sit, my lovely lady?” Roger asked Rosemary. She opted for the sofa and once seated Roger put his arm around her shoulder and let his hand fall onto her breast, where he began to caress her nipple. Rosemary felt the juices start to flow from her vagina within a very short period of time.
Meanwhile Angela had taken Martin in her arms and was pressing his body against hers. She could feel his rampant penis sticking into her abdomen and her right hand dropped until she could grasp the cock in her hand and start to rub it. Slowly she dropped down Martin’s body kissing him all the way until she reached his cock by which time she was on her knees. Holding his cock firmly, she led it to her lips, opened her mouth and guided it in its warmth. There her tongue began to suck and lick this rock hard pole, her teeth started to graze their way from bottom to top – gently but enough to make Martin aware of the fact that she controlled the situation.
Then she raised herself to a standing position and sat on the side of the bed. She opened her legs wide revealing to Martin the snow white, baby smooth, suckable pussy – glistening as the juices rolled. Martin by now was down on his knees with his head between Angela’s legs, his tongue out and voraciously licking that pussy, tasting those juices, finding the delectable clitoris on which he wished to feed. He licked, he sucked, he kissed – Angela leant back on the bed, her arms stretched behind her and in a position to keep her body held backwards at forty five degrees which in turn pushed her breasts forward and made her nipples poke out hard. She felt Martin’s tongue lapping her cunt, twisting and turning to gain maximum cover. She felt his tongue push its way into her vagina – soft and warm and inviting. She felt her juices increase their flow, passing ‘like a never ending stream’ into his mouth, his lips glistening with the liquid.
Sitting on the sofa and observing her husband orally fuck the wife of the man sitting next to her, Rosemary was so horny that without really knowing it she was fingering herself with increasing passion. She felt Roger’s breath on her neck and his fingers caressing harder her nipple. He gently turned her towards him and his mouth sank down to her other nipple and began to suck it. At the same time his hand descended on her fingers, which were smoothing her cunt. He moved her fingers away and replaced them with his own. She felt two fingers slide inside her vagina and begin to finger fuck her. She could not stop the moan coming from her throat. Below her she could see her husband with his mouth buried in Angela’s pussy – she wished that her head were also lapping at that sweet pussy!
Angela allowed her body to fall back on the bed; Martin lifted his head and moved up between her legs. From where she was sitting Rosemary could see Martin move his cock up and down Angela’s glistening slit and the next minute his cockhead had disappeared in one flowing movement into Angela’s cunt – right up to the hilt with his balls slapping against her body. The bed began to move as he built up his piston movement until all that could be heard was the squelching sound of cock sinking into vagina and Angela screaming in ecstasy.
Roger let his fingers pusher deeper and deeper into Rosemary’s vagina also setting up a delicious squelching sound as her juices flowed freely all over his hand. Rosemary wanted more – she wanted Roger inside her.
“Fuck me!” she cried out to Roger, “Fuck me now!”
“Bend over the end of the sofa,” he commanded Rosemary, which she immediately did, giving open access to her sopping wet pussy. Roger stood behind her and with one tremendous push sank his long, thick cock deep into her body. She felt him touch her womb – she had never been taken like this before. Her juices flowed from her pussy and ran down her thighs. Roger was banging her like she had never been banged before. This was one step removed from heaven. Even as her orgasm built, she looked across and saw her husband still penis deep inside Angela – he was going to do the same to her tonight when they got home. Suddenly she felt a warm sensation inside of her as Roger shot his semen deep into her body – this was a magnificent feeling – warm, filling seed inside her.
Angela came like an express train roaring through the countryside scattering all before her and releasing her pent up passion in the sound of her voice as she screamed at the top of her voice. She returned every thrust of Martin’s with one of equal proportion herself and she came at least three times before Martin ejected his hot creamy cum into her pussy. He pulled out with a squelch and immediately buried his mouth in Angela’s cunt and sucked and sucked and sucked again until Angela let out yet another scream as she came for the fourth and final time. Both bodies came to a rest side by side on the bed, the sheets wet from their juices and totally tangled from their cavortings.
Rosemary and Martin were on their way to Swingland!
To be continued…

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It was the night of the company party and Angie and I arrived a half-hour late. I wasn’t all that excited about going in the first place but at least it gave me the opportunity to show off Angie. She really looked spectacular in her outfit tonight. She wore the shortest skin tight skirt I’ve ever seen and a low cut blouse that really emphasized her 36 ” breasts. When she bent down you could get a great view down her cleavage. Her skirt rode half way up her thighs showing off her perfectly formed legs. She had her beautiful brown hair arranged very sexy around her face and bright red lipstick to accent those gorgeous full lips. I’ve really enjoyed this past month with Angie, she’s become so hot, sexy and actually slutty in bed, and now she was almost dressing the part. As we waited in line for drinks I remember all eyes seemed to be fixed on her, which made feel great that she belonged to me. Yes, she definitely had become an outgoing and outspoken young lady.
We got our drinks and sat down at table. I told Angie again how great she looked tonight, that she was making me hot just looking at her. I could only imagine what all the other guys at the party thought. For once in her life, she said, it felt nice to be the center of attraction.
As the evening progressed we danced a bit and mingled with the rest of the crowd. One couple, Mike and Marcia, seemed to be very friendly and we chatted with them for some time. Both of them had very dynamic and forward personalities. Mike made comment on several occasions how attractive Angie was. His wife, Marcia, was certainly something to look too. She was a very attractive slender brunette about 5′7″ tall with long dark brown hair that hung down her back almost to her waist. Marcia had a great figure. We all were enjoying each others company so I guess that’s why Mike asked me if we would like to go back to his place to continue the party there. I thought I knew what he had in mind. Once at his place I was sure he was looking to get a piece of Angie. Actually I didn’t mind the thought of that prospect because that meant I’d get Marcia alone.
I didn’t know if Angie would like the idea of leaving for a private party with just the four of us. I told her what Mike had in mind. “Sounds like fun,” she said. The four of us left and arrived at Mike and Marcia’s house twenty minutes later.
Once inside Angie and I were both a little astonished at some of the decor. This was definitely a strange place. Mike and Marcia gave us a tour around the house and as we glanced into the bedroom we could see various bondage pictures on the wall, an assortment of whips, ropes, chains, handcuffs, all sizes of dildos and vibrators and various other sexual toys, some of which we had no idea what they were. What did we get ourselves into we wondered.
“That’s our playroom,” Mike responded. “Don’t let that get up uptight.”
A little more relaxed from Mike’s reassurance we all returned to the living room. Mike served some drinks as we became more acquainted with each other. After a few drinks Mike started kissing Marcia, his hands roaming all over her body. We took the cue from them and Angie and I started making out on the couch. Angie and I, Mike and Marcia, continued with some hot and heavy kissing until Mike got up carrying Marcia off to the bedroom. We followed behind figuring they wanted us to join them.
Once in the bedroom Angie and I resumed our loveplay on the loveseat on the far side of the bedroom. Mike sat Marcia on the edge of the bed as he stood back admiring her. It was like he almost didn’t know what to do first. Then he approached Marcia giving her a long passionate kiss with tongues roaming in each other’s mouths. It looked like she really wanted it pretty bad. Marcia was really getting hot. When their lips broke apart, Mike said, “from this point on you will do what I say without question.” “Is that understood?”
He instructed Marcia to strip to her bra and panties. She complied immediately. We watched lustfully as she removed everything as Mike instructed. Then, he laid her on the bed on her back and proceeded to tie her wrists to the headboard and ankles to the end posts with some silk strips from their dresser drawer. Mike made sure her bonds were tight, so she couldn’t get loose.
“What are you going to do to me?” Marcia asked in a playful tone. She must have had similar episodes like this before. She didn’t seem to be worried about her husband’s demands.
“Just lay there and be quiet,” Mike responded. “And don’t ask any more questions.”
Angie was getting pretty hot herself and seeing the show that was going on for us was getting both of us more aroused. I helped Angie off with her sexy blouse and pulled her tight skirt down her shapely legs. Then I removed my clothes and we settled back down on the loveseat to watch Mike and Marcia while we fondled each other.
Mike stood there admiring Marcia’s bound outstretched body. His hands caressed her lovely flesh feeling the fullness of her breasts, traveling across her smooth belly down to her gorgeous legs and thighs. He gently touched her pussy feeling the moistness through her panties as she already was becoming excited. Mike grabbed a pair of scissors from the night table and ran the cold steel down her chest, between her breasts, across her flat tummy stopping just above her panties. He made a cutting sound with the scissors and quickly cut her bra straps pulling the cups from her breasts. He cupped her exposed tits in his hands touching Marcia’s soft nipples. As he fondled them they began to harden to his touch. He pulled slightly on her left nipple making it become stiff and rigid. Again he pulled and pinched her nipple and did the same to the other. She winced quickly from the slight pain. Then Mike pinched them again and again making her flinch each time he did. Her nipples become rock hard between his fingertips as he continued squeezing them inflicting a little pain to her tits.
Angie and I were both quite excited watching Mike play with his helpless lover. I already had Angie’s bra off and my hand in her panties stuffing my fingers in her slit. And Angie had my cock out of my underwear stroking me as we both watched on.
Mike then grabbed the riding crop hanging from the wall and began slowly tracing it up Marcia’s legs, to her inner thighs. He tapped it lightly on her inner thighs as he questioned her.
“Should I punish you with this crop, Marcia? Is that what you would like me to do with this? Does my pretty little girl want to be spanked and whipped?…” “Would you like to feel the sting as I bring it across your legs? Or how about on your ass? How would you like this crop stinging that beautiful ass of yours?”
I wasn’t sure if Marcia was a little scared that he might hurt her or just excited at what he proposed. Mike continued stroking the crop up her legs bringing it between her thighs stroking her pussy through her panties. I could see her start responding to his play. And that’s exactly what this was. Mike and Marcia apparently enjoyed acting out some wild sexual fantasies. Gently he used the crop to push her panties into her cunt. Over and over he stuffed more of her panties into her slit with the end of the crop. She squirmed on the bed from his probing, but was too restrained to avoid the crop penetrating and shoving the silky material up her hole. By now Marcia’s panties were stretched tight through her crotch and ass with most of them stuffed up her slit.
“How’s that feel, Marcia?” Mike gruffly spoke to her. “Does that turn you on?” “Are your panties getting nice and wet in there?”
Marcia was breathing a little heavy, obviously turned on, so Mike crawled up to her pulling on her panties until he broke the elastic. Now they hung loosely around her thighs dangling from her pussy. With two fingers he pushed more of the satiny material inside Marcia’s hole. She squirmed more against her bindings as Mike stuffed the last bit of her panties up her cunt.
“How do you like that.” “How’s it feel with your panties stuffed inside you?” “Do I make you feel like a slut, Marcia, like a common whore?
Marcia’s breathing grew rapid from Mike’s probing into her. He spread her cunt lips with his hands and he could see some of the white material just inside her. He pulled her cunt open wider as he got closer to grab her panties with his teeth. He pushed his mouth onto her cunt. Marcia shuddered from the anticipation. Mike grabbed just a piece between his teeth and slowly started pulling. Her panties began emerging from her fuckhole as he gradually pulled on them dragging the material across her hardening clit. It was a shame she didn’t cum before he finished pulling them out. Marcia was going crazy as Mike slowly extracted her soaked panties from deep within her cunt. I know she desperately wanted to. Then Mike showed her how wet they were, dragging them across her face letting her feel and smell the juices from inside her.
“Can you smell your hot cunt?” he asked. “Lick them.” he ordered. “Taste your delicious cunt juice on your underwear.”
As her tongue started licking the moistness from her panties he began stuffing them in her mouth. She fought Mike, trying to keep them from her mouth, but he forced them in. His fingers kept pushing the soft wet panties into her open mouth.
“Can you taste it?” “Do you like the taste of your fucking cunt?” Mike yelled.
Confident that she had a good taste, Mike pulled them out, then made her lick and suck them in and out getting the full taste of her cunt soaked panties. Afterwards he used her soaked underwear and washed her face with them.
Mike then left the room for a few minutes telling Marcia he would return in a moment.
Mike returned a couple minutes later and sat on the bed next to Marcia. “I took a few ice cubes from the freezer,” he commented, as he held them up for her to see. Then he used one on her soft breasts, circling around and around her sensitive flesh. It began to melt from the heat inside Marcia. Then he ran it on her nipples causing them to grow taut and hard. The coldness must have felt uncomfortable, as she attempted to pull her body away. She pulled harder on her restraints, but she was unable to stop Mike from administering the cold to her delicate tits. Still, the ice remained melting on her nipples, freezing them, sending the cold pain through the delicate tissue. He circled her breasts again and again making them colder and colder and then returned back to her already frozen nipples. She fought harder to get free, pulling and twisting, twitching her upper body trying to get the ice cold off her body.
“No more.” “No more, please” “Stop…stop” Marcia cried out in obvious pain.
Her helplessness was exciting Mike. Seeing her at his mercy seemed to be an unbelievable turn on for him. I was extremely excited myself as I finger fucked Angie harder and harder in her wet hole. Angie had already slouched down to take my cock in her mouth. When I glanced back to Mike and Marcia, he had removed the ice from her and immediately sucked one tit into his mouth and then the other. Marcia’s nipples were cold on his tongue, but he felt them warm as his tongue licked across them. He sucked them harder into his mouth, then squeezed her breasts in his hands so his mouth sucked only her hard nipples. Then Mike softly took her stiff nipples between his teeth, gently biting them. She sighed as the warmth returned to her and moaned from the sensation of his hard teeth pinching her sensitive tips.
Mike returned to her pussy with the crop again. He played with her inserting the tip of the crop into her cunt. He stroked down her thighs with end of it, then slipped it under her and through her asscrack. Marcia arched her back pulling on her restraints as the hard crop scraped over her asshole. Mike climbed up closer to her showing her the probing instrument. Gently, he poked at her breasts allowing her to feel the hardness on her delicate flesh. Then he flicked her nipples with the end of the crop making them grow hard again.
Mike went back to her cunt and started fucking her with the end of the crop until she started moaning from the feeling. He used the end of the crop on her clit, playing with it and pushing on it, probing her cunt in and out making her fight against her bonds while she moaned enjoying the sensation.
“Ohh! Ohh! That feels good. Ahh! Ohhhh!”
Mike stopped to crawl up to her face again. He saw the look of disappointment on her face. “Don’t stop. That feels so good,” she remarked.
“That was just to warm you up,” Mike replied. Then, he began tying another silk strip around Marcia’s head, blindfolding her, telling her he had a surprise for her.
She kept asking as he tightly tied on the her blindfold, “What are going to do to me?” “What are you doing?”
Mike didn’t answer…leaving her anticipating his next move… wondering what he would do to her next.
To Be Continued…

There’s no easy way to say this, but I’m not who you think I am. I belong to a secret organization that protects people from Unnaturals. Unnaturals are like us, but they have gone to the dark side. I work for a company owned by rich private investors that even governments don’t know about. In our little sector, in the mass web of others, there are seven including me. Each one of us has a supernatural ability, so unique that there’s only one of us. Our DNA cannot be duplicated, and when we died our powers die with us. Lucky for Nathan, he’s an immortal. Maybe if he’s blown to bits he’ll die, but I don’t want to find out. Anyways, where are my manners? I’m Rosemary, but I hate my name. So Rose is just fine. Fire is my specialty. Period. I can produce and control fire. Once I was so pissed off I went up in flames. Nothing like wrath from a woman scorned, uh? I have fire red-brown long hair (it’s really a weird color), dark brown eyes that turns into a crimson red-orange color, a nice curvy and toned figure, and standing at a whopping height of five feet. I am so short! It’s just not fair! When compared to Nathan, I’m a midget. It sucks.
Well, I’m seeing one of my teammates secretly, and we’ve been together for some time. Annabelle, the perfect specimen of an extraordinary woman of unquestionable power. She has shoulder length, wavy dark blonde hair, the brightest blue eyes like the ocean, flawless creamy skin, and has the smile that would make people smile on their worst days. She is the one and only that fully completes and fills my emptiness. Yet to each other we are what kryptonite is to Superman when we get into heated arguments. Annabelle has the ability of ice and water. Ironic. I believe our love for one another can conquer our weaknesses. I am just sick and tired of hiding our relationship, but a relationship with the same sex is strictly forbidden within our company. Love is love; the gender of your partner doesn’t matter, in my opinion. The consequences of Annabelle and I having a relationship would be so severe, I wouldn’t be able to live to see another day. I don’t even want to think about what they would do to her. I would give up my life any day for her to live, even if it’s just one more day.
Our next assignment was ridiculous. There was a rapid wild fire spreading across the western United States. That’s why there are people who are firefighters. I was obligated to help anyway; better the environment, even though wild fires help enrich the soil and what not. I had a major plus side to working this case, I finally got to team up with Annabelle, just me and her. Our plan was simple, she would make the clouds heavy with rain, and I would simmer the uncontrollable spreading flames. Perfect, it would take us no time at all, and then we could enjoy the rest of the day to ourselves. Sadly, the entire task took longer than I had expected. It took more than a few hours because the fire was fucking huge! Sorry, forgive my little outburst. Annabelle’s the much calmer and soothing one. After we finished battling the flames with the firefighters, by the way we were dressed like them for camouflage, we headed back to our sector. It was pretty funny when we strode down the hallway, smelling like a horrible barbeque, to report to Nathan, who is also our team leader. Thankfully, we both could go home, especially to shower. Annabelle and I have our work routine pretense to a “t”. No eye contact, or any contact for that matter. From an outsider’s point of view, he/she would think that we were only co-workers, and that everything was strictly just business. It’s great. Anna, her nickname, and I agreed to meet at my cozy apartment in a little while. Anna already has the keys so I don’t have to worry about letting her in. My most prized possession is a beautiful red rose entrapped in crystal clear ice, of course, a present from Annabelle. I keep it in the freezer, funny were I keep one of my deepest treasures. I shredded my work attire and took an icy cold shower. Did I mention that I was always burning up?
While still in the shower, I heard Anna walk in and then toss her things onto the couch. Suddenly, the shower head was blasting powerful jet-streams of water onto my body. Ouch! I opened the shower door to see Annabelle laughing close to tears.
“Hey lady, you better stop that or I’ll turn you into steam!” I shouted at her laughter.
“Oooo such big talk from a small little fireball,” she teased.
“Watch it, babe. I may be small, but I’m mighty,” I said right back.
I was shocked; Anna turned the water blasts into sharp flesh-cutting ice. She was so asking for it. The ice melted before it reached my burning chest, arms, and stomach. Thank goodness it didn’t go any lower.
“Baby, don’t fuck with fire…cause eventually you’ll get burned!” I said sternly.
“Umm…not since the last time,” she said to no one in particular. Shit! The last time we were in bed, I accidentally burned her because she was teasing the fuck out of me. Key word: accidentally. Her stinging sensation was over before I could say, “I’m sorry.” It was funny after the fact.
I finally got out of shower, clean and fresh. I went to the living room to find Annabelle shivering on the couch. I’m always burning up, and she’s always freezing her ass off. I picked up the movie blanket, warmed it up for her, and wrapped her up in it. She thanked me with an icy kiss. When I broke the kiss, I let out an icy stream of air; I loved it when she did that.
“Are you hungry? I’m making a little snack. Grilled cheese?” I called out to her from the kitchen.
“That would be wonderful. That stupid wild fire kicked me in the ass.”
“Yup you said it. It was stupid alright.”
Four slices of bread with butter and two slices of cheddar in each. Just a little heat; mmm…nice and toasty. I rarely use the stove or oven. I don’t even have a microwave. Fire’s so convenient. I placed the delicious sandwiches on plates, grabbed two Pepsis, and into the living room I went.
I looked at Annabelle’s icy blank stare. It was unusual for her eyes to have a glossy gleam to them.
“Are you ok? Is everything alright?” I said gently.
“Uh…yeah. I’m alright. Everything’s just fine now.”
Well, ok then, I thought. We devoured the sandwiches within minutes, and washed it all down with Pepsi. We sat in silence for a while. I guess it was nice to hear absolutely nothing, but the rhythmic tick of the clock. Out of the blue, Anna said huskily, “Well, since we’re both nice, clean, and smoke-free…Do you wanna get dirty?” All I could do was laugh, and give her an oh-really-now look. With her eyebrows doing a little dance, she nodded enthusiastically. She looked like a kid eager to open a surprise present; it was hilarious. I stopped laughing instantly as she forced me down on the couch like a wave. Umm…sex on the living room couch, we haven’t done that yet, I thought. Let’s see on the kitchen counter, in the shower, on the floor, and in the bedroom of course.
Our bodies molded perfectly together; together we were also the perfect temperature. Her body cooled mine as I melted her coldness. Our tongues danced in between our wanting mouths as my hands roamed over her back and sexy bottom. Since she was in between my legs, every now and then, I would grind my mound into hers. I was rewarded with little moans of pleasure. We undressed each other slowly one piece of clothing at a time. Our love making progressed from wild hot passionate animal sex, when we first started, to tender, sweet, and loving sex. Yet the sparks of ultimate pleasure were still there.
I cupped her creamy breasts, and kissed and licked her delicious neck. Moans and quicken breaths escaped her savory mouth. I began kissing my way down towards a hard, erect nipple. I licked and sucked on each of her little knobs sending goose bumps all over her priceless body. She pulled me up for a harder and more urgent kiss, and lay me down again. She nibbled my earlobe which sent electric like currents throughout my body. My ears and neck are my most sensitive spots, they drive me crazy. While caressing my 36Cs, she made love to my ear with her tongue. I was squirming beneath her holding on, with my eyes rolling back, I almost came with her skilled tongue probing deep into my ear. The waves of sensation were absolutely blissful. After her assault on my ear, she kissed her way down my chest and navel, and ended up at my dripping sex. With only light licks and kisses she sent shivers up my spine. I was growing wetter by the second. As soon as her tongue came into contact with my throbbing hard clit, I came. She quickly lapped up the juices flowing from my pussy. It was so sexy to see her in between my legs. I came again as she slid fingers easily into me, and licked me into oblivion. Lust took control of me, as my hands entangled in her gorgeous blonde locks, pulled her harder into me. The pleasure was unbelievable; we could do this all day and night, I thought. After another mind blowing orgasm subsided, I pulled her up for a kiss.
After what seemed like minutes, I broke the kiss and mumbled, “That was completely wonderful. Now it’s your turn.” I gave her my best I’m-going-to-make-you-scream sexy look.
I asked her to get on her knees and bend over onto the back of the couch. I stood up off the couch and started to kiss her neck while slipping fingers into her hot wet sex. Her raspy breaths and moans made me go faster in and out of her. Just when I felt she was about to explode, I removed my fingers. I got a little whimper and plea. Sorry, but I’m not going to let her come so soon. I kissed my way down her slender back and ass. I stopped at her entrance feeling warmth rise from her dripping and awaiting pussy. I pulled her lips apart and began licking up and down each and every crevasse. Her beautiful moans of pleasure were music to my ears. My tongue drove deeper into her wanting pussy while my fingers made tiny circles on her pulsing clit. I stopped when she was about to come again. I’m such a teaser. How bad of me. I could sense that she was about to drown me in ten feet of water, so I started sucking on her clit and caressing her breast and ass at the same time. Within seconds she was screaming and coming like Niagara Falls. I happily lick her clean; she tasted wonderful. I was in a different state of being, and then my knees brought me back into reality. They hurt from kneeling on the floor.
“Why don’t we go to bed?” I suggested. As I started to turn towards my bedroom, she spun me around and kissed me. With my hands locked around her neck, and hers on my waist we kissed for what seemed like forever. When we both started walking toward my bed, little pin like sensations attacked my feet. My feet probably fell asleep as I was kneeling. “Ouch, ouch, ouch!” I said with each step. Anna gave me a questionable look. “My feet fell asleep,” I replied. She just started to laugh. Go figure she would. I sent a little fireball toward her. She saw it coming and extinguished it, and drenched me from head to toe. I should’ve seen that coming, but no worries. Within seconds, the water droplets evaporated into air. Next, I just tackled her onto my comfy queen sized bed. We both ended up laughing in each others arms.
We got comfortable in the silky sheets waiting for sleep to overcome us. I sensed that we would be interrupted somehow later.
I awoke to the ringing of my cell phone. I knew it as I glanced at the caller ID. Nathan probably wanted me on an emergency case. Great, just great, there goes my nap. Anna woke up to the ringing also, I signaled a shhh.
“Hello,” I answered.
“Thank God, you picked up Rose!” Nathan sounded urgent.
“This better be good, Nathan. You woke me up from a wonderful dream,” I said.
“It’s not good, not good at all. I need you to get down here as soon as you can, Rose.”
“Why? What’s the big rush?” I replied, still annoyed.
“It’s your brother, Kilyk. He’s been murdered.”

“How dare Eric do this to us?” exclaimed Torrie Wilson. “Putting us in this kind of match.”
“I don’t mind,” said Stacy Keibler.
“Yeah, we are going to do it later anyway.” giggled Women’s champion Trish Stratus.
“But a loser goes down match? That means we’ll be eating each other out in front of millions of people here and on pay-per-view.”
“Makes me wet just thinking about it.” Stacy and Trish both exclaimed.
Torrie then added, “Well, I do love when you both eat me. And it’s fun when our boyfriends watch. Now that I think about it, I’m a little wet myself. I guess it’s time for the match.”
“The following contest is a special Strip your opponent bare, loser must go down triple threat match. First coming down the aisle Torrie Wilson.”
Torrie Wilson’s music hits and she walks down the ramp. Wearing a red, white and blue sports top and long blue pants she looked amazing. The top showed off her tits well as her nipples protruded thru the material. And those tight pants made her ass looked spectacular. The crowd cheered loudly as she made it to the ring.
“Coming down the aisle next is Stacy Keibler.’
The song “Legs” hit and the long-legged Stacy Keibler made her way down to the ring. She wore short black shorts showing off her forty-one and a half inch legs that made every guy cream in their jeans. A tight baby blue tank top finished off her ensemble.
“Finally, making her way down the aisle, the WWE women’s champion Trish Stratus.”
L’IL Kim started playing, and the curvy Trish made her way down the aisle. She wore long purple pants that showed off her ass perfectly. An extremely tight purple tank top showed off her tits amazingly. The crowd went wild for all four beautiful ladies.
As the match started, all three ladies went at it trying to rip each other’s clothes off. Trish first stripped Torrie of her top revealing a hot pink bra. Then Stacy and Torrie teamed up to remove Trish’s shirt leaving her wearing a barely there black bra. Trish then lost her bra shortly after as it got ripped off by Stacy. This left Stacy as the only one who hasn’t lost any clothing so Trish and Torrie teamed up to get her out of her clothes. All three girls were getting even more excited and horny as the match wore on. Trish and Torrie both got a hold of Stacy’s top and ripped it to shreds leaving her in a skimpy bright yellow bra.. Then Stacy got a hold of Torrie and got her bra off revealing her perfect breasts. Trish got Stacy’s bra off shortly there after, leaving all three girls topless. Since Stacy’s shorts were the easiest to get off, she lost hers first revealing a pair of yellow thongs. Then Stacy got Torrie’s pants and underwear off at the same time leaving the blonde bombshell completely naked. All the guys in the crowd took in her beauty. She was shaved bare and looked incredible. This left Trish and Stacy still in the match with Stacy just a pair of thongs from defeat. Trish then got the victory by ripping Stacy’s thongs off. Again, the men enjoyed the show. Stacy’s bush was trimmed almost bare.
“And now as the stipulations state Torrie and Stacy must perform oral sex on the winner Trish.”
Trish then slid her pants and thongs off to reveal her wet pussy. Grabbing a chair and the microphone, she proclaimed, “Come on girls. Nice fresh pie for you two.”
Stacy came over and shoved her tongue in Trish’s mouth. Torrie dropped to her knees and started kissing the inside of her thighs. Stacy sucked on Trish’s nipples as Torrie darted her tongue deep into Trish’s wet hole. Trish spun Stacy around so she could enjoy Stacy’s pink taco. Even though she won, she was going to give the fans a real show. She started licking Stacy’s tight asshole while slid her finger deep into her cunt. Meanwhile, Torrie was attacking Trish’s pussy with passion. She licked and sucked Trish’s clit as she finger fucked her. While she ate Trish, Stacy fingered her. Stacy needed to eat someone. So, she lay on the mat under Torrie and started licking her pussy. It didn’t take long until Trish was cumming heavy. She came all over Torrie’s face. As she watched Torrie get ate by Stacy she walked out over to the timekeeper. She bent down, grabbed the strap-on from under the timekeeper’s table, and went back to the ring. She put on the toy, knelt down between Stacy’s long legs, and went to work with the toy. She fucked Stacy’s wet hole as Stacy ate Torrie. Torrie then got a second strap-on and placed it at Trish’s ass. Torrie then slowly entered Trish’s ass as Trish fucked Stacy’s wet pussy. Both Trish and Stacy were screaming in pleasure and delight. Stacy came in a violent flurry coating the ring mat. Stacy then took the strap-on from Torrie and sat on the chair as Torrie straddled her. She fucked Torrie’s ass as Trish fucked Torrie’s wet pussy. They found a rhythm as they went in and out of Torrie making her their little fuck slut. Soon, Torrie was also cumming hard. She loved getting double fucked by these two girls. All three girls smiled and waved to the crowd as they walked back up the ramp. All of them couldn’t wait to get together with their boyfriends for the orgy they were all going to share later that night.

Stacy and Tina sat in the corner restaurant sipping their coffee, chatting cheerfully. The place was full, people carried on conversations in merry tones, praising the sunny afternoon and the good beverages. Some young college men sat near the two women, staring a little too openly at the girls’ alluring features. Oblivious to the wanting looks of the men, Stacy and Tina talked on. A pregnant woman entered the restaurant, waddling slowly in the late months.
“God, would you look at her tits!” exclaimed Stacy, astonished, “I wish I had tits as big as those.”
“I do,” said Tina, laughing and cupping her breasts, “ha ha!”
“Fake boobs don’t count, Tina.” Stacy said, rolling her eyes, “Hers are huge, and real.”
“You didn’t care that mine were fake last night.” Tina said, smiling flirtatiously and licking her pink lips.
“That’s true,” Stacy answered, also smiling, “but yours are different. They fit you just right.”
“Maybe I should get you pregnant so you could grow a pair” Tina said jokingly.
“Yeah,” Stacy said sarcastically, “that would be perfect.”
“Well, if you want them so bad, why don’t you just get implants like me?” Tina asked, gesturing at her chest.
“I don’t wanna have surgery, Tina. It scares me” Stacy answered.
“Oh, boo hoo, then I guess someone’s stuck with her 36B bra, aren’t they?” Tina teased.
“Shut up, bitch!” said Stacy in mock anger, hitting Tina in the shoulder.
“I have to pee” Tina said, rising from the table and heading for the bathroom. A few feet away the college men sighed. Tina gave them a little wave, saying, “Hi boys” while walking past them. They waved back, entranced.
They had good reason to be entranced, as Stacy thought while watching her wife of three months walk away. Tina had become very sexy. While hot before, Tina was nothing compared to what she was now. When Stacy met her, she had reddish brunette hair, tiny boobs, and an ass to die for. She was 5′2″, with extremely wide, sexy hips. Her white skin was smooth as silk, and her eyes were a deep, complicated green. Stacy could still remember the first time she saw Tina’s ass in that beautiful pair of tight black pants. But that’s another story. Tina had changed, transformed into a goddess, a star in a dim world. It all started with Tina’s tiny boobs. She was very self-conscious about them, constantly asking Stacy if they were too small. Stacy, the supportive girlfriend, would always say something like “No, Tina, they’re just the right size,” or “They’re perfect, baby.” This went on all through their dating until their marriage. A few days after the honeymoon, Tina said “Stace, I think I want breast implants.” Stacy, intrigued, thought for a moment. She had secretly fantasized about sleeping with a large-breasted Tina.
“Whatever makes you happy, honey” Stacy answered, smiling. “But you do know that I won’t be able to take my hands off you” Stacy added.
“Oh thank you, baby,” Tina said, throwing her arms around Stacy and grinning, “I wasn’t sure what you’d say.” From that point on, Stacy noticed a change in Tina. It wasn’t very obvious or outright, but it was there. Tina ceased to be as shy as she once was, and gained a new self-confidence. She spoke her mind more often. She even took control in the bedroom sometimes. Stacy wasn’t sure if she liked the new Tina so much. Maybe she liked her shy little Tina better. Her doubtful feelings, however, disappeared after the surgery. Taking a month-and-half off for “medical leave” (during which Stacy was not allowed to visit and, subsequently, her vibrator was much overused), Tina came back from Florida tanned, blonde, and chesty. Stacy could hardly believe her eyes at the sight of her wife, blonde hair flowing, boobs bouncing, mouth grinning. Of course, the implants seemed enormous. When asked about their new size, Tina responded jokingly, “Double D, 36 Double D.”
“You look like a supermodel!” Stacy said excitedly, getting progressively hornier with each passing second.
Striking a pose, Tina asked “You like?”
“Oh, fuck yes I do” Stacy said, grabbing Tina and shoving her tongue into her mouth. Stacy and Tina had some of the best sex of both their lives that night. Tina, now age 25, began dressing more provocatively from then on. She wore more miniskirts than pants, more tube tops than blouses. She frequently wore tiny sundresses. If she was dressed, Tina was most likely wearing a tight or low-cut top with a short skirt or shorts. Even in the winter she wore tight jeans, tops with generous cleavage, and taut sweaters. She had whole collections of push-up bras, brassieres, and thongs. High heels became numerous items in the closet. She wore more make up, more lipstick, more perfume. She became an icon of femininity, of beauty, and of sexuality. An icon that was all Stacy’s. Expectedly, Stacy loved this miraculous change at first. All of a sudden, she was married to sexy beauty that turned heads everywhere she went. She got to come along with Tina as she scored free drinks off of drunk, lonely men. She was admitted into clubs right away just for being in the company of such a hot girl. She followed Tina to the head of many lines, getting whatever she wanted. And after days of shopping, drinking, and clubbing, she got to go home and fuck this tremendously hot girl every night. As Stacy thought about these occurrences, Tina sauntered out of the restroom and made her way back to the table.
Tina looked at Stacy sitting at the table, lost in thought, sipping her coffee absent-mindedly. She smiled as she remembered their first meeting. The club air was hot, sweaty, and full of sound. Techno music with heavy bass was playing, synchronized with blue, green, and strobe lights. Tina had just finished dancing for the night and turned around in the direction of the door. And there was Stacy, staring right at her. She smiled and introduced herself, offering Tina a drink. Tina agreed and they headed for the bar. While sipping their drinks, Tina took in the aura of Stacy. Stacy, at 5′7″, was taller than Tina. She also had larger breasts. Her eyes were bright blue and her lips were very full and pouty. Her ass was very round, made rounder by her trim waist. She had amazing legs that showed off her slightly tanned skin. Her hair was platinum blonde and a little longer than shoulder-length. Tina noticed her perfect unpainted nails, and how soft her hands, her touch was. Tina could feel the electricity of attraction for this 26 year old blonde hottie sipping Bacardi in front of her. She felt her armpits and thighs begin to perspire, and her nipples harden. She picked up a scent of desire from Stacy and never let go.
Looking at Stacy, Tina knew she loved her. Stacy was supportive, caring, kind, thoughtful, funny, spontaneous, and great in bed. So many times Tina looked at Stacy and felt this unconditional love spring up from within her, filling her with joy and happiness. Now that she had her implants, Tina felt she could do anything, and all because of Stacy. Stacy looked up at Tina and stuck her tongue out, crossing her eyes. Laughing while sitting down, Tina took note of Stacy’s attire. A modestly tight white tank top (after all, it was summer) with a white bra slightly visible underneath, brown cotton skirt about knee-length, and black sandals. Her hair was fairly curly and damp due to the humid weather. She wore a modest amount of lip gloss and eye shadow, accentuating her eyes. Tina could see her nipples beneath the fabric of her top. Tina herself was wearing a fair amount of make up: heavy eye shadow, rouge, and pink lip gloss. She had a small, strapless pink dress on with no bra. The dress only reached a few inches below her hips. She wore silver open-toed 2 inch heels. She had matching pink manicure and pedicure.
“Hey, how about we get outta here.” Tina said semi-suggestively, “Let’s go back to the apartment.”
Stacy smiled, saying knowingly, “Why?”
“I think you know why” Tina answered looking at Stacy with a raised eye brow.
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Tina. You’ll have to describe it to me” said Stacy.
“O.K., fine.” Tina began, “I want you to come back to the apartment with me and fuck my brains out.”
“And…” Stacy said lustily.
“And…I want you to rip my clothes off and fuck me right on the floor.” Tina’s voice became low, almost a whisper, “I wanna feel your tongue inside my pussy, I want you to eat my cunt until I cum all over your face. Then I want you to rub the juices all over my tits and then lick and suck them dry. Then I want you to rub your pussy all over my tits. I want to grind my pussy into yours until we both have screaming orgasms. Then I’ll suck your tits and play with your sexy little ass. Then I want to-”
“That’s enough, God, I can’t take it any more” Stacy interrupted, her voice full of raw lust and desire. “You’re making me wet just talking about it” she added, rubbing her nipples subconsciously.
“Let’s go, baby” Tina said, getting up and offering her hand to Stacy. As the two went out of the restaurant rather hastily, there were murmurs of praise and lust throughout the room. The two lovers walked quickly down the street, one occasionally feeling the other’s breast or pinching the other’s ass. They had no idea that their relationship would be forever changed in just a few hours’ time.
The next morning, Stacy awoke to her alarm at 7:00. Tina was wrapped around her, sleeping in a loving embrace. Memories of the previous night filled Stacy’s head and she kissed Tina on the cheek a few times while rising out of bed. Stacy slid off the bed and checked on Tina who was still fast asleep. Stacy noticed their bedroom on her way to the bathroom. Her bra and panties lay strewn on the floor near the bed. A couple feet away lay Tina’s pink dress and beyond that, Stacy’s skirt. A dildo was lying near the bed also, accompanied by Tina’s g-string. Stacy smirked at these things while entering the bathroom. Taking a shower, dressing, and putting on her makeup, Stacy was about to walk out the door when Tina stopped her, completely naked. Placing Stacy’s hands on her breasts, Tina said seductively “Hurry home; I’ll have a little surprise for you.” They kissed while Stacy squeezed and groped Tina’s breasts. At least five minutes past, and Stacy was on the verge of calling in sick when Tina pulled away, laughed, and said “Go. You’ll be late for work!” Stacy gave Tina one final peck on the lips and left, saying goodbye.
Driving into the city, Stacy couldn’t help but to think about her surprise. She thought of her job as a manager in a business firm. It was fairly boring, tedious most times. Long hours, dull work. But Tina made it worth it. Arriving at her office building, Stacy took the elevator up. When the doors opened, she saw a new, unfamiliar but cute face. “Hi, who are you? If you don’t mind my asking” Stacy asked.
The girl responded, “I’m your new secretary. I’m Derry Sullivan.”
“Oh, what happened to Solfrid?” Stacy asked, implying Derry’s former.
“She died” answered Derry.
“Died?! Of what?” exclaimed Stacy.
“Lung cancer” Derry said.
“She did look like she smoked a lot” Stacy admitted. After a short awkward pause, Stacy extended her hand, saying “Well, I’m Stacy Adams, but you can just call me Stacy.”
“O.K. Stacy, nice to meet you” Derry said sweetly.
“I’ll send someone in to show you around and get you up to speed” said Stacy.
“Great!” Derry said walking to her desk in front of Stacy’s office. Stacy couldn’t believe her eyes. This girl was hot! She had all the right curves in all the right places and judging by her red blouse, they were real too. And that red hair, God, it looked like her head was on fire.
“Derry!” Stacy called.
Turning around, Derry answered “Yes?”
“How old are you?” Stacy asked.
“Nineteen” the girl answered, turning back around and sitting behind her new desk. Once in her office, Stacy sat at her desk rubbing her wet clit through her skirt and panties. Her breathing was a little heightened. Her eyes were fixed on the spot where Derry’s desk was. In her office, Stacy worked on papers at her computer, daydreaming. Fantasizing would be a better word. Stacy imagined taking her sexy new secretary into her office and locking the door. She would rip off all the girl’s clothes and bite those delicious tits.
“What am I thinking?” thought Stacy, shaking her head, “I’m a married woman. And she’s only nineteen, not even old enough to drink.” Stacy couldn’t help it, though. The girl was very sexy. Stacy had to control these emotions. She had decided to stay in the closet at the office, for fear of losing her job because of homophobic executives. She never discussed her personal life with the other employees. No one could know she was a lesbian. But now this girl had arrived.
Stacy thought about her marriage. Tina was the love of her life, but she had changed. With that change came its own downfalls. Tina paid less attention to Stacy and focused more on herself. Sure the sex was amazing, but Stacy felt that they were growing slightly apart. Even though the sex was amazing, Stacy realized that they were having less of it. In the first month of marriage, Stacy went home and fucked Tina every night. Now it was down to two nights a week, maybe three. Stacy knew that this was supposed to happen, but so fast? Stacy had even found herself using her old vibrator in the past month. She was horny, but was losing the outlet with which to release this horniness. And now this girl had arrived.
TO BE CONTINUED…

You rest against me for just a few minutes, long enough for me to start to catch my breath.. my need to climax eases back from that agonizing knife edge but by no means disappears. Long before i feel ready, You are unhooking my hands and pulling me to my feet to stand on trembling legs, wincing at the plug stretching me as i move…blushing crimson as i realize i am drooling seriously…not being able to see.
i flinch when you again take my hands and draw them behind me hooking them together, the pain in my throbbing nipples reanimating when Your chest leans into mine. Your arms are tight around me, Your hands sliding to grip my ass firmly and I writhe against You. You tease my tongue with Yours through the ring in the gag and i grind against You harder, moaning… reduced to this mindless needing creature… Your pet on the end of a leash. You now use that leash to pull me forward. Though i can sense Your impatience, You stay close until i figure out how to walk blind and off-balance behind You. You grab Your bag, hefting it over Your shoulder and W/we start walking down the path into the woods once again.
Walking along behind You.. sightless, silent, bound, plugged… your come seeping out of me, wetting my thighs. i am still so aroused; i would throw myself at Your feet and beg inarticulately if i thought it would do me any good. But i know it won’t…i can only await Your pleasure. After a few minutes that seems like an eternity to me, You stop in front of me and turn off the path, telling me this is the spot You were looking for. You move a little farther and sit down. Then, with no warning, you tug hard on the leash, pulling me down to land hard over Your lap.. head hanging down…ass raised up.
My heart jumps into my throat… breathing arrested for a second… blood rushing to my face and i tense like a worm on a pin as Your hand moves over my ass, caressing the shrinking flesh just long enough for me to start breathing again. Suddenly You slap me sharply… two, three, five, ten times… the noise shockingly loud to me. i am struggling, crying out with each blow. Just as quickly, You stop… and the silence seems profound except for my noisy breathing. You make reassuring noises and stroke me, calm me… and help me up to turn and sit in Your lap.
You undo my gag, telling me not to speak and You wipe my chin and neck with a soft cloth. Telling me to drink, You pour a little water into my mouth which i swallow gratefully. You snuggle me in the curve of Your arm even as You push my legs apart… scooping some of O/our mingled juices off my thigh and wiping them across my lips before You lean in to kiss me. O/our tongues compete. You keep doing this until once again i am wriggling and becoming noisy trying to capture Your hand between my thighs. My efforts make You chuckle. You kiss me once more hard and then pull back, telling me i am ready for the next installment. You stand, gently dumping me to the ground and easing me to my knees.
i hear You rummaging around in Your bag, whistling tunelessly as You move away. You come back and, using the leash, pull me up gently but steadily. You pull me a few feet away and then You position me, using Your feet to slide my legs widely apart. You kneel and lock my cuffs to the ends of a spreader bar, running Your tongue up my right side as You stand, making me shiver. You uncuff my arms from behind me and let me shake them and rotate my shoulders a few times before You cuff them again in front of me. You then raise my arms over my head and connect them to something. They are being raised further still, until i am stretched out.. almost on my toes.
You move in close, dragging Your nails lightly down my arms, to my breasts, trailing over them. You pinch a nipple hard enough to make me open my mouth to cry out, then You expertly gag me again with a very small rubbery-tasting ball gag. You whisper that You don’t want me to bring unwanted attention, making me shiver harder. You step back and i hear You rummaging again, giving me enough time to consider my total accessibility and helplessness in this position. i pull unconsciously at the bonds, feeling the pulse in my neck beating hard against the collar, my ass burning where You’ve already hit me, making the leather of the flogger You trail over it seem icy cold and making me cry out.
You slowly drag the soft strands up my back, over my shoulders, down over my chest, my belly, my leg. Up the tender inner thigh and across my wet hungering flesh and down the other leg. You pull it away and wait, stirring the tension in me to a fever pitch, wondering where it will fall and how hard. Wanting to cringe, unable to move that much , but still jumping when it slashes against my ass, low where it meets my thighs. First one cheek then the other… the sting intensifying after the sound registers. The muscles in my ass and legs tighten in an attempt to contain the sting, or avoid the next blow… wasted effort that.
You cover every inch and then move down to my thighs, working the flogger in such a way the ends curl inward, impacting the incredibly tender white flesh there. i am moving to Your rhythm, crying out behind the gag, neck arched back, head dropped so far my hair tickles the center of my back. my face is flushed, a fine sheen of sweat all over my body, my hair wild and curling from the heat rising from my body. my limited motion causes me to clench on the plug in time to Your arm raising and falling. And when i am welted and burning from my waist to my knees You bring the flogger up once between my stretched wide legs and i scream and go up on my toes and it is over.
You brush my hair back off my face and kiss my forehead. You make me groan, dragging two fingers slowly and deliberately up my dripping wet slit, lingering over my clit til i start sounding frantic behind the gag. You pull away, licking Your fingers and telling me how good i taste.. Then You crouch down to release my ankles, and stand to release my arms. You let me shake feeling back into them, then ease me again to my knees to catch my breath. You release the gag and stow Your toys before returning to me, sitting down in the sweet smelling grass and drawing me to lie down with You, stretched on our sides. You kiss me and run Your hands over me, telling me You are pleased with me, smiling against my mouth when You play with the welts and i gasp. You take the blindfold off me, saying W/we will take a little break now. And i slowly open my eyes, blinking in the bright sunlight, focusing on Your face smiling at me before i take in the beautiful clearing You brought me to.

Shimmering blue eyes, honey gold hair long and flowing. Full pouty lips parted and revealing perfect little pearl teeth. The midriff baring little tee did nothing to hide the lower orbs of her breasts. Through the sheer material he could see the succulent round globes tipped with cherry pink, permanently hard, rubbery nubs surrounded by a large deep rose aureola.
She was on her knees on her bed peering out into the cold wintery night. The hard round little cheeks of her butt were tightly sheathed in tiny white panties. The crack of her ass was clearly visible and as she leaned further over to examine the sky, he saw that the elastic on one leg had ridden into her slit exposing half of a plump little bald pussy.
He was instantly rock hard. The good little boys and girls might get the nice presents. But the naughty girls held a special place for him because they were HIS present to himself. He checked his list again, just to make sure. Yes….. Emily Evans, 22, correct address, and a very, very naughty girl. Her information sheet made excellent “stroke” reading. Bad girls made life so much more fun.
He wasted no more time admiring the scenery, he still had a lot of deliveries to make. “HO HO HO, Emily” he boomed in his jolly way.
Startled, Emily squealed and lost her balance and fell backwards, right into his gloved hands. He quickly grabbed her wrists and tied them with the peppermint striped ribbon finishing with a beautiful big bow. Holding her arms high above her head, he admired his gift, relishing the thought of unwrapping it.
Her pretty blue eyes widened in amazement and her kissable lips rounded in an “O” of shock. He could not help but think how nice those eyes would look staring up at him while those lips bobbed up and down on his cock.
“You!” she gasped and as she started to say something else, he put his finger to his lips and roguishly waggled his large white eyebrows at her and said “Shhhhhhhh”
Lifting her as easily as he lifted a sack full of toys, he used the ribbon tying her wrist to hook her on the door. She hung helplessly, her legs moving futilely in her attempt to escape. His hand slipped under her tee cupping her perky little tit. It fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. His index finger and thumb captured the nipple, roiling it back it forth as he watched it harden even more.
“Oh god, oh god!” was all Emily could manage as the bearded man began to suck on one nipple as he squeezed and pulled on the other. Her small round tits began to swell under his other hand. The large nipples hardened into rock-like firmness as he stroked her throbbing little honey-pot through the moist fabric of her panties, reveling in the perfection of her body, the incredible smoothness and softness of her tight flesh. Breathless squeals and her lithe, squirming body only aroused him more and his throbbing cock was demanding relief.
“Santa magic is a wonderful thing.” He mused as he unbuckled his large black belt from around his jolly belly. “The ability to hand out presents to all the good boys and girls, plus fuck all the naughty girls in a single night! Good thing I have a full year to recuperate.” His belly jiggled like a bowl full of jelly as he chuckled to himself. As his scarlet pants pooled over his black fur trimmed boots, his rock hard cock sprang into view.
Emily’s eyes widened in amazement. “Oh my goodness, Santa! Is that for ME????” She felt the silken wisp between her thighs begin to moisten with her arousal.
“HO HO HO”, he boomed. The smell of her sex pervading the room made Santa eager to taste his little morsel. His fingers gripped the waistband of her panties and slowly peeled them down the ivory portals of her shapely legs. His cock jumped in anticipation as her plump pussy came into view. The golden triangle of hair pointed to paradise below. Pink, full and open just enough for her clit to peek out.
One of his hands curled around her ass cheek and squeezed it reveling in the firm texture as his other hand parted her pussy lips revealing the dewy inner lips that opened in anticipation. One finger dipped into her rosy pink depths pulling her juiciness out to rub on the hard little button.
“Mmmmmmmm” she moaned as she tried to rub herself on his hand.
“Oh my, Emily” he crooned as his thumb rubbed and circled her throbbing clit. “What a lovely, naughty girl you are,” He smiled when he heard her gasp as he slid 2 fingers deep into her honeypot. His fingers moved rapidly in and out of her as his thumb continued to diddle her clit. It was not long before she was in the throes of an orgasm.
He immediately buried his face in her pussy as his tongue eagerly lapped up her cum. He moved up and captured her clit between his teeth, gently holding it in place as his tongue flicked it back and forth.
Emily could not stop cumming. Orgasm after orgasm exploded from her as he skillfully teased her body. His stimulation of her clit caused her pussy to flow with cum. He slowly pulled his fingers from her pussy and began to spread the moisture back to her tight little asshole. Once he had lubed her ass, he took a pussy-wet finger and began pushing it into the puckered opening. Timing it, as she began to cum again he pushed his finger deep into her ass causing a 2nd orgasm on top of the other one.
“Please, Santa” she gasped.
He stopped and looked up at his delicious package of goodies. His eyes twinkled as he asked “Please what, naughty Emily?”
“Oh, Santa” she whispered, “please fuck me.”
“HO HO HO” he boomed. He reached up and lifted her easily off the door. He untied his present and took off the wrappings completely before picking her up and laying her on the bed. He quickly removed his clothing and joined her.
“Mmmmmmm, Santa, I want some Christmas candy first.” Then she bent forwards, clutching his prick tightly in her fist. She flickedout her tongue and licked the bloated tip, taking care to cover it entirely with her warm, wet saliva before opening her mouth wide and sealing her full lips completely around the head of his cock. Then, she sucked it slowly into her mouth, stopping only when it hit the back of her throat. Holding the base of his cock with both hands, Emily bobbed her head up and down, sucking slowly. Her lips were stretched tightly around the shaft and her cheeks were dimpled and caved in with the suction. It felt like a tight, hot, virgin cunt was wrapped around his prick. Santa LOVED naughty girls. They were so good at being bad. She was soon taking more and more into her mouth each time as her throat adjusted to his girth. She pulled it in deep, as far as her throat would allow, her tongue running up and down the underside like a feather. One hand was wrapped around the base of his cock, while the other played affectionately with his swollen balls as she locked eyes with him.
Cupping her left breast lightly, at the same time Santa slid his other hand up between her legs. She moaned and opened her thighs at his touch. Her skin was firm and incredibly smooth as only a woman’s can be. He moved higher, filling his palm with her pubic mound. It felt hot, very hot, and damp too, and the more he stroked, the hotter and wetter it became.
He could feel her taut lips close tightly around the thickness of his cock while her cheeks and tongue caressed and sucked it. One of her hands held his prick, directing it into her mouth, the other gently fondled and rolled his balls in a deliciously arousing rhythm. She pushed the skin of his cock up and down as she sucked it in and out her mouth, hand-fucking the part she couldn’t fit into her mouth. She began sucking as hard as she could, her fist a blur as it whipped up and down the shaft of his cock. She was so good at it and this being Santa’s first stop, was so damn horny, he was squirting cum into her hot sucking mouth within seconds.
Of course, being Santa, he was still hard. He rolled onto his back and asked “Would you like to take a ride on Santa?”
She giggled and quickly climbed on lowering herself onto his standing pole. Her tight sheath slipped snugly around his cock and he groaned as she swallowed him completely.
He was soon treated to the sight of a disheveled, lovely blonde bouncing up and down as her tits kept time plus the sensation and sound as her firm ass slapped his sac under her.
It wasn’t long before Santa felt his balls begin to tighten and he said “Santa is cumming, Emily, you naughty delight.”
Feeling his cream spurt up her tunnel, triggered Emily’s orgasm. Arching her back and grinding her clit into his pelvis, her love juices mingled with his dribbling out and pooling between them. She collapsed on top of Santa breathing hard.
But after a few moments he jumped up and gave her an affectionate pat on her pert ass. “As interesting as it would be to hang around and discover just how naughty you can be, I must be on my way. Many more good childrens’ presents to distribute and naughty girls to visit tonight.”
He quickly dressed and as he turned to leave, he stopped, “I nearly forgot, naughty girls ESPECIALLY deserve a present.” He presented her with a package tied with the same ribbon he used on her. “A magic vibrator, my dear. It never needs batteries, will never break down and mysteriously appears when you have need of it, no matter where you are.”
With that he disappeared in a flash. Emily smiled happily as she gazed at her wonderful gift. She nestled it against her cheek and began to drift off to sleep with visions of long, hard rock candy and balls as sweet as sugar plums to suck into her mouth once more. She sighed and wiggled a little bit.
“Happy Holidays to all and to all a good night” she murmured as she fell fast asleep.

Miss Prim smiled. The buxom 28 year old had finally decided it was time to implement her plan….to seduce Simon, her very handsome 19 year old voice student. She hurried to the music school where she worked, anxious to get out of the 90 degree heat. Fortunately, there was no air conditioning on the second floor which was going to make her seduction even easier. As she mounted the staircase to her studio, she fantasized making love to the six foot four Simon. She had been mentally undressing him since their first lesson, and was pleased to discover he seemed very well endowed under his loose chinos. Simon consistently wore colorful jerseys with no undershirt, cute short white socks and either boxer shorts or no underwear. Miss Prim decided early on that he probably wore boxers, since he was nerdy and a goody two shoes type…she couldn’t picture him going “commando”. Well, today she would finally get to see his underwear and hopefully so much more. Miss Prim had purposefully worn the most provocative outfit she could think of, a VERY short dress which was cut quite low in front. Her tight powder blue bra could barely contain her huge breasts and underneath her dress were matching powder blue panties. She opened up the door to her studio slowly and could see Simon warming up inside. He seemed shocked to see her dressed the way she was, but said nothing. During the first part of the lesson, Simon was taking great pains not to look at her, but would occasionally steal a glance down the front of her dress. She sat at the piano as low as she could as he sang, giving him a perfect view of her powder blue bra. As the lesson progressed, Simon’s pants began to bulge out in the front. Miss Prim decided it was time to make her move. Stopping in mid-phrase, she suddenly got up from the piano and faced Simon. He immediately stepped back away from her.
“Simon! What were you looking at?”
“Uh…err….nothing,nothing!”
“You were looking down my dress weren’t you?”
“Uhhh..nooooo…I wasn’t, I really wasn’t!” Simon began sweating profusely.
“You were trying to see if I was wearing a bra, weren’t you??”
Simon started to turn crimson. “no, I wasn’t”.
Miss Prim smiled. “well, I am wearing a bra, would you like to see it?”
Simon squirmed and looked down at the floor. “uhhhhhh noooo, nooo”
“That’s OK, it’s a bit hot in here anyway”
With that, Miss Prim let the top of her dress fall over the loosely belted waist. Her ample tits bulged out of the tiny blue bra.
Simon gasped “oh my God!”
Miss Prim just grinned. The front of Simon’s pants were really bulging now. He quickly put his hands in front of his crotch to hide his burgeoning erection.
“What’s the matter Simon, haven’t you ever seen a woman in a bra before?”
Miss prim stared at him wickedly.
“Uhh…sure…course I have” Simon was talking very quickly, slurring his words.
“You look very hot. why don’t you take your shirt off? It’s OK with me if you get more comfortable”
“My shirt!” Simon looked incredulous. “Oh no, I’m OK, it’s not that hot in here”
“Oh, but it is, here let me help you”. Miss Prim walked over to Simon and quickly grabbed the top of his striped jersey. She pulled the garment over his head with some difficulty, as he kept moving his arms back and forth, muttering under his breath. Finally, the jersey was completely off and Simon turned beet red. As usual, he wore no t-shirt and Miss Prim took in his slightly hairy chest for the first time. She went down his chest slowly, noticing his cute belly button and two inches of blue plaid boxer shorts that were peering out from his trousers. Miss Prim grinned, happy that she was right about his choice of undershorts. Miss Prim loved young men in boxer shorts and short white socks, and Simon was clearly wearing both today.
“There, that’s better” Miss Prim smiled her best evil smile as she put Simon’s jersey on a chair.
“Now, what do we have here?” pointing to the enormous tent in the front of Simon’s slacks.
“n-o-o-ot-t-h-h-i-n–g-” Simon stuttered. “n-o-o-t-h-i-n-g”
“Oh, but there is something”
Miss Prim gently pushed Simon’s hands away from his crotch and put the flat part of her palm over the bulge in the slacks. Simon immediately let out a loud moan. She rotated her hand slowly, until she found his prickhead under his pants and boxers. She then took her thumb and two fingers and lightly masturbated Simon’s swelling prickhead through his pants. After about 10 seconds of this treatment, Simon’s moans suddenly became louder and higher pitched. Miss Prim realized what was happening in an instant…Simon’s engorged member was gradually pushing out of the fly slit of his boxers under his pants! Excited about this, Miss Prim vigorously jacked off Simon through his slacks until she thought the full length of his ample endowment was poking throgh the flyhole of his boxer shorts. Then, she got up and once more faced Simon.
“I think it’s time for us to get more comfortable”
With that, Miss Prim stepped out of her high heels, undid the belt to her dress and stepped out of the garment. There she was, clad only in her powder blue bra, brief matching panties and sexy dark blue pantyhose.
Simon went into complete shock.
“ohhhhh JEEEESSSUSSS”.
“Now it’s your turn Simon, take off your pants!”
“MY PANTS! Simon bellowed…”I can’t….I just can’t”…he seemed close to tears.
Miss Prim was persistent “Simon, I’ve seen men in their boxer shorts before, what’s the big deal?”
“yeah….b–b-b-b-b-b-b-u–t-t-t-t-t” Simon was stuttering worse than before.
“SIMON” Miss Prim stared at him fiercely “Do you have a boner sticking out of your boxers?”
“I d-d-d-ooo-n’t t-t-think s-s-s-oo” Simon could barely talk at this point.
“Then we are going to have to find out..now you take off your pants, or I will!” Miss Prim spoke like she really meant it.
“I -I-I c-c-c-ca-an’t” Simon was really close to tears now.”
“Suit yourself”
Miss Prim got on her knees and removed Simon’s sneakers. He looked down and his jaw dropped as Miss Prim unbuckled his belt and slowly maneuvered his zipper down, not wanting to get his hard prick caught in the teeth. When the zipper was finally all the way down, Miss Prim pulled Simon’s pants down slowly. As they cleared his crotch, Simon’s fat eight inch prick bounced out of the fly of his boxer shorts and hit his stomach with a loud THWACK!
“Oh my GOD, Simon” Miss Prim reached into his full cut blue plaid boxers and hauled out his wide meatballs. The sight of her fantasy man, naked except for his nice boxers and short white socks was simply too much for her to take. She leaned forward and slowly took Simon’s fat cock in her mouth. He immediately let out a loud shriek and began to spurt buckets.
“ARRRRRR RRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHH HHH” Simon almost fainted from the feel of his intense orgasm.
At that point, Miss Prim was suddenly aware of a loud ringing sound. She awoke slowly, barely able to press the bar on her alarm clock down. It had all been a wonderful dream! Miss Prim looked down at her powder blue panties. They were completely wet, and she obviously had experienced multiple orgasms during her erotic reverie. Miss Prim forced herself to concentrate on the clock. Good heavens! She was running a bit late! It was time to get ready for Simon’s singing lesson….

Author’s note: This is a story about a young woman turning an older man into a compliant, sissified plaything. If that idea doesn’t appeal to you, don’t read the story. If you don’t like this kind of story, but read it anyway, please don’t bomb me. I warned you to go away. If you like the idea, read on, and don’t forget to vote and leave a comment. More will be added if comments from readers justifies it. Sorry about the delay in getting this chapter up. Real life gets in the way at times.
Ch. 07 Stacy has a bad? morning
The next morning I slept in a bit. Stacy woke me by climbing onto the bed and spreading my legs as was the method prescribed for such times. Stacy was a world-class pussy eater, and I guess I have his sisters to thank for that. When my orgasm came I opened my eyes to see Stacy’s face right in mine. He was grinning broadly, I guess with pride.
: Breakfast is ready, Miss Gail.” He said. :”Or shall I keep it warm until later?”
“No, now is fine, Stacy. Set a place at table for yourself, too. We have something to talk about before we start the day.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Stacy was off the bed and out of the room before I could muster a reply.
When I got to the breakfast nook, the table was ready, and it was a heavy breakfast for us both. Stacy had prepared a dozen eggs, biscuits and gravy, sausage and bacon, orange juice, fresh fruit, and best of all, hot coffee.
As we ate, Stacy kept watching me, waiting for me to begin listing his assignments for the day. Well, I guess it’s time to tell him. “When we finish breakfast just throw the dirty dishes in the sink, and go get dressed. We’re going to visit Heather this morning. You remember my friend Heather, don’t you Stacy?”
Stacy frowned. I knew he didn’t like Heather. She was kind of uppity, I guess, but I still counted her as one of my best friends. Stacy was silent.
“Don’t worry, sweetie, I’ll not let her rape you again like the last time you saw her. We just need to set up an appointment with her for this afternoon. Now, let’s get the show on the road, shall we?” I smiled at my boi toy in my most charming way. That always melted Stacy, and he would do anything to keep getting those smiles. “I have already laid out what you will wear to the meeting. We need to be ready to go in half an hour.”
“Yes, Miss Gail. I’ll start right away,” answered the poor sissy as he rose to go dress. He wasn’t aware of what I had set out for him, but I didn’t expect any backtalk. He was too well trained now for that.
He would be wearing a modified male suit over lingerie. Matching red lingerie. Bra, garter belt with silk stockings, panties with an open crotch, and red patent leather high heel pumps. He would likely not like the blouse I had put out, but he would wear it. There was no doubt about that. It was a sheer white frilly thing that offered no concealment at all. His red bra would be quite visible. His “manly” tie would match his lingerie perfectly. It was solid red except for the design at the bottom, which read, “I give great head” in French script. Of course, he’d round out his ensemble with dangling gold earrings that brushed his shoulders when he wore them. His suit coat was unmodified, but the trousers were. I’d had a tailor fit then to his measurements in a way that made them skin tight. His cute butt would stretch the trousers to the point of slutty, and the legs would hug his thighs like he was poured into them. They were shortened to end at a cuff three inches above his ankles, so his stockings and high heel pumps would be very obvious. I had not put out a wig, so he’s be wearing his natural male cut hair. Subtle pink makeup would round out his persona for the trip to the tattoo parlor that Heather owned and operated.
No, the tattoos would not be done in the parlor. Heather would come to the house, a much more relaxed atmosphere for us ladies. Not so sure about the sissy, though. He had mentioned that he’d like a feminine tattoo on his breast, and that’s what he will think he’s getting. He’ll be right about that, but there would be moiré that he doesn’t know about. I’ll tell you about that later. Stacy’s on his way down now, and we need to get going.
“Oh, there you are, sweetie. With just enough time to spare to take your Viagra before we leave. Hurry now, darling. Heather doesn’t like people to be late for appointments.”
We arrived at the strip mall where Heather’s parlor was located at just the right time. All the stores were opening and customers abounded. I chose a parking place as far from the parlor as I could.
“Why… why… did you park so far away, Miss Gail?”
“Oh, because I have a cramp in my leg, and I need to walk it off. Come along now. We need to hurry.”
As we made out way across the parking lot, Stacy was on full display to hundreds of mall shoppers coming and going. His high heels clicking on the pavement brought attention to the sissy, and his cock was plainly outlined by the skintight trousers he wore. I stopped him when he tried to button the suit coat, and of course his red bra was obvious to any who chose to look.
Finally, we were at the door to Heather’s parlor, and she came out to welcome us. She and I hugged, like the dear friends we were, and then she looked at Stacy, her hands on her hips, her legs spread, stretching her mini skirt to the limit.
“Stacy, aren’t you going to give me a nice manly kiss like last time we met? I’m sure Gail will time it for you.”
“Uh… here, Miss Heather? Out here on the sidewalk?”
“Of course, right here, darling. Why would you think not?”
“There’s a lot of people here. Inside wouldn’t be so crowded.”
“Crowds don’t bother me. Are you going to kiss me, or not?”
I was almost ready to burst out laughing, I was so amused at Heather’s antics. Stacy was really getting nervous now, I could tell. He was looking around to see how many people were nearby, and there were a lot of them.
“Er… um…”
“Come on, Stacy. Wrap your arms around me and give me one of your alpha type kisses, you delicious hunk of masculinity.”
Talk about sarcasm, I thought.
Finally, Stacy decided that he was not going to get out of this predicament, so he knelt on the sidewalk, raised Heather’s mini skirt, exposing her naked pussy, wrapped his arms around her luscious thighs, and began his kiss. Her pussy, of course. I understood that it was to be a three-minute French kiss so I timed it for them.
When it was over, a crowd had gathered, and applauded with gusto.
“Here, here!”
” Bravo.”
” Good job, my man.”
” Would you like to kiss me, too?”
Poor Stacy. He was beet red. Heather was quite calm. She unceremoniously grabbed Stacy’s tie and pulled him along on his knees into her parlor. I followed quietly. This was Heather’s show.
The actual discussion about the appointment was brief. Heather and I had already made all the necessary arrangements by telephone. This visit was just to humiliate Stacy. Every sissy needs that as often as can be arranged. Heather escorted us out of the parlor five minutes after we arrived, and demanded a goodbye kiss from Stacy. She also stipulated that she needed to see how Stacy reacted to the kiss, so he was to extract his clitoris (cock) and leave it exposed during the kiss. This was no small feat for a rock hard nine inch cock confined by skin tight trousers, and it too the poor sissy a good three minutes just to do that. He had to pull his ovaries (balls) out, too if he was to have any comfort at all.
The goodbye kiss lasted five minutes, long enough for Stacy to ejaculate just from the thrill of his embarrassment. I told you he was a natural, didn’t I?
Before he could stuff his still hard cock back in his trousers, I grabbed it and led him, using his cock as a leash, across the parking lot to my car at the far end. Stacy said not a word the entire ride home.
Amanda called just as we entered the house. I sent Stacy to change clothes while I invited Amanda to visit during the afternoon while Heather was doing her chosen line of work in the recreation room downstairs. We’d use Jolle as our entertainment.
When Stacy was back downstairs, I asked, “Did you enjoy our little outing this morning, dear?”
“No!. Not one bit, and you know it.” He was livid. He was wearing his usual lingerie with no outerwear.
“Oh, come on, Stacy. Your body said otherwise. I’ve never seen your cock any harder that when you were sergvicing Heather on the sidewalk in public.”
“Well, I…”
“Well, you did enjoy it. I could see.”
“I… I guess it was okay,” the sissy conceded.
“Right on. Now get us some lunch ready, sweetheart. It’s going to be busy around here this afternoon.” I gently squeezed his rising cock, dismissing him to his chore.
After lunch, I sent him to the recreation room to get it ready as a makeshift tattoo parlor.
Just what would our sissy have to endure this afternoon, dear reader? Stay tuned. It’s coming next

Let me start by saying my stories are pure fantasy. I hope to write about a real experience someday but for now this is just fantasy.
For years I had tried to convince my wife and her best friend Megan to play strip poker. Honestly all I ever really hoped for was to get a look at her boobs and maybe panties, but nothing could prepared me for what happened last night.
We had been sitting around talking and just hanging out when I jokingly asked if they wanted to play strip poker. I saw my wife, Ann give Megan a look and both smirked, and then they both said they would play. I had waited so long to hear them agree to play I almost didn’t believe it at first but a few minutes later we were sitting on the floor Ann was dealing and I was as excited as I had ever been. We all agreed that whoever won the hand got to keep their clothing and the two losers had to remove 1 item of clothing. The first few hands were boring, a sock here, a belt there but soon we were getting down to the nitty gritty.
Ann won the next hand and Megan and I had to take something off, I removed my shirt and Megan did the same. I have to say I was impressed, she looked amazing in just a bra, it was a blue satin bra that showed enough cleavage that I was instantly rock hard. My wife allowed me about 10 seconds to stare and then handed Megan the cards and she dealt the next hand, this time Megan won. Since we lost Ann removed her shirt and I was treated to an amazing sight. She was bra less. I have seen her breasts thousands of times but each time is like the first time, I was so hard and so engrossed I hardly heard Megan telling me to take them off, them being my pants. I was a little embarrassed because of my hard on but a bet is a bet. As soon as I removed my pants my excitement was evident by the tent in my shorts.
Now it was my turn to deal, Ann won again. This time Megan chose to remove her pants, she was wearing a g-string that matched her bra, just the smallest triangle of cloth covered what I knew was a very sweet pussy. Now I was lost in a wave of hormones and without even thinking about it I paid my bet by removing my boxer briefs, leaving me completely naked. This time I noticed both Megan and Ann staring at my hard cock.
I sat back down and we started a new hand Ann won again. Megan started to remove her bra but then complained that I had lost too but I had nothing to pay. Ann told her not to worry I would repay my loss. Megan took off her bra. Her breasts were just about perfect, she had sent us a picture of herself topless once but that picture did not do her justice. My eyes went from her breasts to Ann’s and back again. Comparing and realizing that I was staring at 2 sets of the most beautiful breasts in the world. I was practicaly hypnotized. But now it was my turn to pay up, Ann said since I had no more clothes I must do what ever she said for 60 seconds. Just thinking about it made me even more excited so I immediately agreed. Ann told me to use my mouth on Megan’s breasts, Megan simply smiled and laid down on floor. I started by kissing and sucking the tops of her lushes mounds slowly spiraling my way towards her left nipple, watching her breathing go from deep to shallow, until I finally took her nipple in my mouth and while sucking lightly I swirled her nipple with my tongue. Her nipple grew harder in my mouth and I lightly grazed it with my teeth making it even harder, I then moved to her right breast, kissing and sucking every bit of flesh until I reached her nipple. I don’t know if her right is more sensitive or if playing with her left just made her more sensitive but as soon as I took her nipple in my mouth she gasped letting me know to suck harder, I was really getting into it when Ann said the time was up. I don’t know who was more disappointed me or Megan.
I got lucky the next hand and won so now both woman had to remove a piece of clothing. First Ann stood up and shimmied out of her pants once again making me so happy was the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties either, I love my wife naked, If I had my choice she would always be naked, I could spend all day exploring her body and then start all over, her skin is soft and smooth, and to touch her is pure electricity. She keeps the lips of her pussy shaved and the hair above trimmed, she is a vision of sexuality, and I am lucky to have her. For a few seconds I even forgot Megan was there until Ann said it was Megan’s turn. Ann and I both watched as Megan peeled her g string off and we got our first look at her totally naked. She had a triangle of dark pubic hair trimmed nicely pointing directly to her pussy I even believed I could see her clit poking out just slightly.
Ann won the next hand, and by now she was very horny. She said she wanted Megan and I to use our mouths on each of her breasts, for the same 60 seconds. Ann laid back, Megan took the left and me the right. We both started exploring Ann’s perfect tits with our mouths, both starting on the outside working in until we reached her nipples. My wife loves having both her nipples in my mouth at the same time so I knew having two mouths would drive her wild. She was breathing heavy and she was grinding her pussy up in the air. Megan and I both noticed this at the same time and while sucking on her tits Megan buried a finger deep inside Ann while I massaged her clit. Ann went wild, so wild she was almost at the point of orgasm in seconds. And then it happened, Megan and I moved Ann’s nipples together and simultaneously our tongues swirled together and around Ann’s nipples. That was all it took, she went over the edge into the throws of a mind blowing orgasm, we didn’t stop, Megan kept her fingers deep in Ann’s pussy and I kept rubbing her clit. Ann’s body shook from the orgasm. As it subsided we continued to play with my wife’s pussy and it only seemed natural so i maneuvered myself just enough to kiss Megan, first softly then passionately. I had not kissed any woman, other than my wife, like this in over 15 years, but it was perfect, like it was meant to be. When we finally broke the kiss we both looked at Ann and she was smiling. I moved up and kissed her deeply and lovingly, until I felt Megan’s breath on us. As soon as i broke the kiss with Ann, she looked at Megan and they started kissing each other.
Watching the woman I love and the woman that has been the object of so many fantasies kiss