"All right class," Miss Eddy admonished her all girl's senior high home economics class, "the bell rang over a minute ago, please take your seats so we can get started!!!" After everyone was in her seat and quiet, Miss Eddy began, "Now this is an important chapter we're beginning today, so I want to make sure that you all pay very close attention to what we discuss and do, because this is information you'll be using for the rest of your adult lives, is that clear!?!" With twenty heads nodding in agreement, Miss Eddy opened her text and began the class!!!

"Please open your books to chapter eleven, it's the one titled "Personal Feminine Hygiene", does everyone have it!?!" "Now, why is this so important," Miss Eddy ask, "can anyone tell me!?!" When no one raised their hand, Miss Eddy pointed to a dark haired girl in the front row and asked, "Donna, do you have any idea!?!" "Uh, because it would be unhealthy not to keep your self clean down there!!!" "Of course that's true," Miss Eddy replied, "but that's not the answer I'm looking for, and by the way, I don't have a "down there", I have a vagina just like all of you have, so let's please use proper the terminology!!!" "Anyone else have an idea," she opined!?! Just when she was about to give up on anyone coming up with the correct answer, Becky raised her hand and offered, "Is it to keep a man happy, Miss Eddy!?!" With a wide smile covering her face Miss Eddy replied, "Very good, Becky, and how did you arrive at that conclusion!?!" "From my mom, ma'am," the girl replied quickly, "she always says to make sure that my vagina is always ready in case a man would happen to see or touch it!!!" Nodding her head in agreement, Miss Eddy went on, "Of course your mother is correct, I'm pleased that she is taking an interest in your vaginal development, is anyone else's mother doing the same thing!?!" Over half of the girls raised their hands prompting Miss Eddy to comment, "I'm really not surprised that so many of your mother's are tending to your personal needs, as I've had most of them in my home ec class over the years, so tell me, what exactly are they telling you!?!"

Vicki raised her hand and replied, "Well my mom makes sure that I douche at least twice a day and keep my pubic hair neatly trimmed!!!" "Anyone else," Miss Eddy asked, "that was very good, Vicki!?!" Becky again raised her hand and added, "Well this isn't exactly about hygiene, but mom makes sure that I masturbate once a day and have at least one hard orgasm because she says that when the time comes to be with a man my vagina will already be attuned to what it needs!!!" "Now that is one of the best things that a mother could do for her daughter," Miss Eddy said while nodding her head, "keeping your pussy in tune is like keeping a car's engine tuned, if you don't maintain it, it won't operate correctly!!!" "Can someone think of something else," she asked, "I'm sure that some of you have more ideas to share with the class!?!" From the back row, a hand slowly went up and Miss Eddy asked, "Yes, Darla, what do you have for us!?!" "Well, uh," Darla stammered, "my mom shaves my vaginal lips twice a week to keep my labia smooth and ready for oral stimulation!!!" "Very good, Darla," Miss Eddy beamed, "next to daily masturbation I feel that keeping your lips smooth is the next most important thing a girl can do!!!" Darla raised he hand one more time and added, "I think I should also add that my mom orally brings me to orgasm after each shaving session, she says that it will keep my clitoris primed and ready to go!!!" "That's another good point, class," Miss Eddy opined, "having your mother or father bring to orgasm orally is even better that masturbation, as it definitely heightens your sexual awareness, and if I may Darla, would you be so kind as to come to the front of the class and hop up on the edge of my desk, I think a demonstration is much in order!!!"

Darla shyly slid down her white cotton panties before hopping up on the edge of the desk with her skirt hiked up above her waist and her legs spread wide apart!!! "Now, class, this is a perfect example of what a young girl's vagina should look like," Miss Eddy said while gently caressing Darla's labia, "just look at the smoothness of her lips and of course the plumpness of her labia, it's just beautiful!!!" Everyone craned their necks to get a better look until Miss Eddy ordered, "Okay now, girls, everyone move to the front of the room to get a better look, but don't crowd in to closely, leave the poor girl some room to breathe!!!" When everyone was finally in place Miss Eddy asked softly, "Now, who would like to be the one to orally satisfy Darla's clitoris, as you can plainly see its little head is protruding past her lips, obviously in a state of extreme sexual arousal!?!"

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The sounds of shallow breathing began to permeate the air as the vaginas of all twenty girls began to drench with Bartholin's fluid, a definite precursor to orgasm!!! When no one spoke up, Miss Eddy said softly, "Well, I guess I'll just have to take care of her myself," as she dropped to her knees while taking her place between the trembling girl's thighs, "if we don't do her quickly the poor thing will go out of her mind!!!"

While moving her face just inches from Darla's steaming pussy, Miss Eddy said softly, "Now pay attention class, "this is important!!!" As twenty pairs of eyes looked on in rapt attention, Miss Eddy's tongue slithered out and caressed the puffy labia as if it were fine china, while a gasp erupted from Darla's throat when the hot tongue finally rested upon her distended clitoris!!! "M-my god," one of the girls stammered, "just look at how puffed up her lips are, I-I can't help myself, I've just gotta do my clit!!!" Upon hearing that, Miss Eddy whispered hoarsely, "That's a good idea class, everyone should do her own clit and have her own orgasm!!!" The aura of hot sexuality was so thick in the air that you could have cut it with a knife, and the sight and sound of twenty cute eighteen year olds with their panties down around their knees furiously masturbating while watching their home ec teacher eating the pussy of a class mate was more than most of them could take, while Darla, of course was on a one way trip to suck off city as Miss Eddy slurped and licked her pussy like there was no tomorrow!!!

Darla began moaning loudly as the tension in her clit mounted with each lick of Miss Eddy's very practiced tongue, while several of the girls were now openly displaying their pussies for everyone to see!!! One of the girls wantonly stood next to Miss Eddy and gasped, "M-Miss Eddy, w-would it be all right if I sucked your pussy, please let me do it, you've gotta be on fire!?!" "Miss Eddy was now so turned on she merely nodded her head while continuing to suck the fresh young vagina buried in her hot mouth!!! She could feel several pairs of hands lifting her dress and tugging down her panties, but it was when one of the girls ran her tongue up and down the length of her crack that she nearly came right then and there!!! In the back ground she heard Becky urge, "Eat her cunt, Jenny, suck her off, make her cum like the slut she is!!!" Her head was now reeling with desire as the cute little Jenny took her with her mouth while she herself continued nursing on Darla's huge lipped cunt!!! Several of the girls were alread in the midst of extremely hard orgasms, but it was when Becky moaned, "L-look at them, they're all just a bunch of cunt lapping bitches, just l-look at them, ooooooooooooooooh myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, I'm fucking cumming!!!" It was at that point that both Darla and Miss Eddy's pussies convulsed hard as mind numbing orgasms shredded their crotches into so much confetti while the rest of the girls frigged themselves to cums that found many of them slipping to the floor out of pure exhaustion!!!

From the middle of the collection of strewn bodies someone whispered, "All I can say is wow!!!" Everyone chuckled, but Miss Eddy, while struggling to her feet and pulling up her panties offered, "Yes, class, wow, that is exactly how it is supposed to be, so let's all try to practice what we preach and take extra special care of our vaginas, all right!?!" And as satisfied sighs wafted through the class room twenty very satisfied home ec students replied in unison, "Yes we will, Miss Eddy!!!"

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Gary was walking to his car on his way home from work. Working as an account executive for a Wall St. investment banking company was a very lucrative but draining way to make a living. His shoulders tense from the hours spent on the phone making deals all day, he needed something to relax those tense muscles. Driving away from the parking lot a familiar need was also spreading across his groin. Gary needed relief and in a hurry, so he headed for his favorite bath house in a unobtrusive brownstone in the east fifties. When he entered the front door he was greeted by the Tom, the day shift host. After telling Tom he wanted the “works” he was ushered to the changing room where he stripped off all of his clothes and headed to the sauna. Gary asked for a private sauna so he could quietly work the tenseness out of his neck and shoulders. After about a half hour Gary headed for the shower and a quick rinse off. As he was toweling off, Mike, a fellow banker came into the room. Gary by now had a huge erection and was slowly jerking his meat in front of his friend. Mike quickly slipped out of his clothing and proudly displayed his nine inch organ for Gary’s feasting eyes. Moving closer they kissed and began fisting each other’s dick. Before they could cum Mike suggested they go into the massage room where well hung eighteen year old boys gave rub downs of every conceivable kind!!! Lying down on padded tables the two men were quickly joined be two blond hunks asking what would their pleasure be? Gary needed a good sucking so he had his boy go down on his uncircumcised manhood, and in seconds he was hard as a rock as the young cocksucker went to work sucking and licking his joint. Gary sighed with contentment as he felt the start of a huge cum build in his nuts. He looked over to see Mike with seven inches of hard dick moving in and out of his asshole. Just the sight of seeing that big cock in Mike’s butt made him shoot a tremendous load into his boy’s mouth!!! Mike also erupted when his boy shot his load deep into his bowels. To finish off the session, Gary and Mike played with each other as the two blondes 69′d each other to orgasm. As they were dressing, Gary leaned down and gave Mike one more good by suckoff. God he loved dick!!! Feeling fully refreshed, Gary drove home in total fulfillment. When he got home his roommate Frank was just getting out of the shower and was sporting a raging hardon!

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When he stood up, Gary had his head down, and he told Frank he had a confession to make, that on the way home he had stopped of for a little extracurricular enjoyment. Frank listened as his lover confessed to having had been a very bad boy, and that if he though that he should be punished, well, he understood completely! Frank nodded, and then ordered Gary to remove all of his clothing. When Gary turned around, Frank was standing there with a huge butt plug, one that Frank only used when he had to discipline Gary. Gary made an involuntary shudder, because he knew from past experience that while some pleasure could be divined from the big latex sex toy, a lot more pain and discomfort were going to be the order of the day! Thankfully Frank was applying a light coating of KY jelly to the plug, because without it, it was like driving a rail road spike up your ass! “Bend over, Gary,” Frank ordered, “until you decide not to have any more of these, shall we say, out side meetings, we’ll have to punish you like the little boy you act like!” The plug pressed hard against Gary’s rectum, but Frank showed now mercy, and roughly jammed the conical object hard into Gary’s butt hole! Gary tried to suppress a scream, but the plug was just too large for him, and he let out a long low yell as the plug tore into his delicate ass flesh. When it finally came to rest, Gary was stretched out to the limit of his ability to take it, and he tried desperately to relax his muscles, but the toy was just too big and fat to allow it. To show that he wasn’t totally inured to his plight, Frank reached under Gary and slowly massaged he still limp penis, gradually bringing it to full erection. With a little KY still on his hand, Frank worked over the soft head of Gary’s straining cock, making the young man begin to feel the mixture of pleasure and pain. With his asshole burning like crazy, and his cock on the edge of a huge ejaculation, Gary’s head was spinning out of control. Drool ran out of the corner of his mouth, and he begged Frank to please let him have some relief! “Will you be a good little boy if I do,” asked Frank doubtfully??? “Oh, yes, Frank, I promise, anything, just please let me cum,” begged an almost incoherent Gary! Frank thought about it for a second or two, and then in one swift motion jerked the butt plug from Gary’s ass, and with the other hand, jerked furiously on Gary’s hard pecker! Feeling his asshole free of it’s invader, and the hard masturbating of his pecker, Gary unleashed a hot load of cum all over the living room carpet.

“Thank you, Frank, thank you so much, I promise not to be bad again,” babbled a very satisfied Gary!!! Frank just chuckled and told Gary to clean up his mess. They both knew that in the near future this little game would be played out again and again, because Gary was always going to be a “bad” boy!!!

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When I was 20, I had a job as an intern at a local manufacturer. I felt mostly like a gopher, but I did learn some valuable things about manufacturing that would be to my benefit. My supervisor was a gorgeous woman who I guessed was probably about 30. She was a serious type of woman, very businesslike, but she really turned me on. She was single, but I would have never thought of asking her out, because I knew she would turn me down. Fantasizing about her was something I began to do on a regular basis, and I’ll admit that I masturbated dozens of times, all the while thinking of her.

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One day, she told me that she was being transferred to another city and that my new supervisor was going to be Tim, another guy in our office. I hated to hear this, because I had really gotten quite attached to her. Not to mention that Tim was a royal class-A asshole, but that’s another story.

On her last day at the company, we threw a little party for her with cake and ice cream. Afterward, she packed up all her things from her office and asked if I would help her load them all into her car. She had a rubber plant which would not fit into her little Grand Am, though, since the plant had grown enormous during the time she worked there. I told her that I would be glad to put it in the back of my pickup truck and follow her to her apartment.

When we got to her apartment and carried everything in, she asked me if I would like a beer. I said sure and she said to make myself comfortable, she wanted to change out of her work clothes. She came out wearing a pair of white denim shorts and very sheer yellow short sleeved top. She obviously wasn’t wearing a bra, since I could see her hard, pointed nipples through her top.

She must have caught me staring, because she said “what are you looking at?” I said “nothing,” and she replied “why not?” Confused, I said “excuse me?” Then she said “I put this top on hoping to get your attention and I was hoping you were looking at my tits.” I couldn’t even speak, I was so dumbfounded. She walked over to where I was sitting on the couch, climbed onto my lap, and peeled that top right off. She took my hands and moved them to her breasts. This was a woman in charge, and I certainly had no problem with that. I cupped her tits in my hands and just looked at them for a minute. Each was a perfect handful, with a nice, suckable, brown nipple. She then proceeded to list off exactly what was about to take place.

1. You are going to follow me into my bedroom.
2. You are going to strip naked and show me your cock, which will be hard.
3. You are going to help me out of my shorts.
4. I’m going to lie on the bed while you give me a back rub.
5. I will turn over and you will lick, suck, and nibble on my nipples.
6. You will lick my pussy and my clit, and fingerfuck me when I tell you to.
7. You will let me watch you stroke your cock, which will still be hard.
8. You will lay on the bed so that I can suck on your cock, which will be very hard.
9. You will fuck me doggy style until I cum.
10. You will cum on my tits, when I say.

“How does that sound?” She said. “Umm, good, I mean great, fantastic” I said. “Let’s go, then!” she said.

I was sure that I had everything she told me in my mind, and I was gladly going to do everything just as she had told me. When we got to the part where I strip naked, she inspected my cock and said, “nice and hard, just like I said.” Hard was an understatement, I don’t think I’d ever had a hard-on like this before!

She stood in front of me and commanded me to help her out of her shorts. I got down on my knees, unsnapped the top of her shorts, unzipped the fly, and slid her shorts down her legs to the floor. She stood before me, totally naked, and looking 500 times better than I ever imagined in my fantasies.

I sat there staring, and almost forgot about the back rub. She let me know, saying “I told you, I want a back rub.” I apologized, and, as she laid down on her stomach, I got the first good look at her nice, firm ass. She must have been tanning in the nude, because she was brown all over, no tan lines at all. It was hard to concentrate on rubbing her back when I had that fine ass right there. When I tried to move my hands down to her ass to cop a feel, she said “No you don’t, massage my back!” I wanted to get it right, so I continued on her back.

Before I could get a good feel of her ass, she turned over and said, “time to concentrate on my nipples.” Those beautiful nipples were standing at full attention, and she really responded to my licking and sucking. I was kneeling over her to the side, my hard as a rock cock bobbing over her leg. Every once in awhile, she’d reach down and give my cock a few strokes, sliding her hand over the head. That drove me crazy each time she did it, nearly making me shoot each time. But she seemed to know just when to stop.

It all seemed like a dream. Soon, I was licking her clit and pussy, which was dripping wet by now. My cock was throbbing against the bedspread as I did this. She said “finger fuck me while you lick my clit.” I did so, happily, and her pussy gripped my finger as I slid it in and out.

Then she said “now you lay down and stroke your cock for me.” She laid down next to me, with her face close to my cock, while I slowly slid my hand up and down my shaft. She said, “fondle your balls with your left hand,” so I did, while my right hand squeezed and stroked my precum-oozing cock. All the while, she told me how to stroke, when to go faster, when to go slower, when to stroke the shaft, and when to stroke the head. I glanced down and saw that she was furiously rubbing her clit while doing this.

Suddenly, she jumped up and straddled one of my legs. “Stop stroking, it’s time for me to suck your cock.” I stopped, and she slid her hot, wet mouth down on my throbbing dick. She would suck up and down hard for awhile, then she’d give my cock soft licks all the way from the head down to my balls and back. While she was doing that, she was also grinding her pussy into my leg in a circular motion, coating my leg with her pussy juice. This felt fantastic, and I fought the urge to cum. Her hard sucking was too much for me, though, and I cried “I’m gonna cum!”

She pulled her still-sucking mouth off my cock with a “pop” and started stroking my shaft. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that much before, I shot stream after stream of cum out all over my stomach, even up to my chest and shoulders. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it,” I said. She asked “can you stay hard?” and I said “you bet.” She licked a bit of the cum off of my stomach, and said “mmmm, good” with a wink. Using her fingers, she wiped up a bunch of my cum and spread it all over my cock. She then put my cock back in her mouth and began sucking it again, massaging my nuts as she did so. My cock was throbbing hard again with a minute or two, so she said “fuck me now.”

I slid my cock into her doggy style, as she requested. Her pussy was so juicy, so hot, it seemed to suck my cock in and out. Feeling more in control now, I began to pump her with various rhythms. Each time I changed the pace, she said “oooh yeah, just like that.” Her pussy continued to squeeze my cock, like it was milking it for some more cum. I continued fucking her for a long time, giving it to her as she moaned and moved to meet my thrusts. She arched her back and said “I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum!” I slid my cock into her as deep as I could and reached under her with one hand, squeezing one of her nipples. She began grinding against me and loudly moaning, jerking her body and clamping her pussy on my rod. I could feel her pussy pulsing on my cock, begging it for more cum as she creamed all over it.

When she finally got her wits about her, she said “cum on my tits now” and turned over onto her back. I straddled her body and began stroking my cock, which seemed even harder than before. I was so drenched with her pussy juice, it dripped off my cock and made a squishing sound as I stroked. Soon, I was gushing another big load of cum, all over her beautiful tanned tits and nipples.

“Thanks for your help,” she said, and I took this to mean that she wanted me to go. I leaned toward her to give her a kiss and she turned away. She got up off the bed, started to dress, and she said “take care.” “Um, yeah, you too,” I said, and then I got dressed and left. Like I said, she was a take charge kind of woman, and that was alright with me.

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Jan Ormand made her way through the crush of rush hour pedestrians and literally fought her way to the stairway that led to the subway beneath down town Chicago’s State Street. “Good grief I pray my car’s ready for tomorrow,” she muttered under her breath while slipping a buck and a half to the toll taker who sat in an air conditioned booth
one flight above the tracks. It was hot in Chicago, at least ninety with about eighty percent humidity! For the past week Jan had been forced to use public transportation since her car was in the shop with a bad transmission. The fifty one year old insurance executive stood on the platform with thousands of the commuters waiting for a north bounder. As a Green Line train slowly slid into the station, a voice over the loud speaker announced, “This train will be non stop all the way to Fullerton!” “If you need to get off at an earlier stop please wait for the next train!” There were hundreds of groans as the doors to the just stopped cars popped open, allowing a flood of passengers to rush for the few remaining seats. Jan didn’t even try to get one of the sit downs, instead taking a place in the aisle and standing like a packed sardine with the other riders. Bodies were literally squished together as more and more people tried to jam themselves onto the now overloaded cars. Even though the air conditioning was working overtime, with all the hot sweaty bodies pressed together it was almost unbearably uncomfortable. Jan was beginning to feel a little light headed as the train lurched forward, but it would have been impossible for her to fall even if she had passed out. So as the train pulled out of the State and Randolph stop, Jan closed her eyes hoping the trip would be over quickly.

They hadn’t gone more than a few blocks when the aroma of stale beer filled her nostrils, almost causing her gag reflex to make her hurl! She opened her eyes only to find that young man of about twenty two or so was pressing up against her with their faces literally only inches apart. The smell of beer and sweat was so overpowering that Jan thought she would pass out for sure. As she turned her head to avoid the foul smelling young man, the car lurched, the lights went out, and the train stopped. Again groans filled the air as distressed passengers vented their frustrations in the darkened car. Knowing that it was useless to complain, Jan just stood there waiting for the lights to come back on and the train to start moving again, but then much to her shock and dismay she felt a hand tugging up the front of her dress! She was so shocked, that for a few moments she just stood there like a statue unable to move! “You have a fat ass,” a voice whispered into her ear, “and I just love fat asses.” “Who said that?” she asked hoarsely. “I did,” came the calm response. It was then Jan realized that the dirty young man pressed up against her was now pawing at her panty clad pussy with a very powerful hand! “Stop that this instant!” she hissed. “Or what?” he asked softly while sliding his finger inside of her panties. “What are you gonna do?!?”

Should she scream!?!” Her mind was spinning like a toy top as she quickly ran through her options. If she screamed out he would just remove his hand and slip away leaving her looking like an absolute fool. She could try to fight him off, but he was incredibly strong, and she knew that it would be a lost cause. She was just trying to figure out option number three when that roving finger slipped easily into her by now very wet pussy and quickly cornered her very erect clitoris! She gasped loudly as he flicked over its distended little head causing her knees to buckle slightly as the fire in her pussy was stoked to white hot! “So ya like that do ya?” he asked insolently. “You’re just like every other cunt on this planet,” he said with a quiet chuckle. “Just lay a finger on the old clit and it’s all over, baby!” She wanted desperately to jerk his hand away and then smack him across the face, but as her pussy was roiled into and absolute frenzy, she wantonly shoved her by now gaping pussy hard into the young man’s hand. “Hey,” he commented a matter of factly, “you sure do have a big hair pie down there.” “Don’t ya ever shave it?!” “Why I never!” she moaned softly. He chuckled again at her obvious discomfort, but actions speak louder than words! And as of this moment all this hot pussied bitch wanted was nice hard cum!!!

For the next several minutes the insolent young man with the foul smelling breath diddled poor Jan’s clit to the very brink of climax. But then just before she reached her cum he backed off just enough to pull her back from the edge. “Y-you bastard!” she hissed through clenched teeth. “P-please, let me cum!” “Oh, so now you want my help,” he replied casually while teasing her to the point of distraction. “Okay, what do you want?” she gasped softly. “I have a question for you,” he asked calmly. “What?!?” she nearly shrieked. “For god sakes what do you want!?!” “Keep your tits in your bra,” he admonished. “Now where was I?” he opined softly. “Oh yeah, I remember now, I wanted to ask you a question.” By now she was even shoving her heavy breasts into his chest while a little line of drool ran out of the corner of her mouth and down onto her chin. His finger tip danced around the head of her clit, occasionally nudging it just enough to send spasms of pleasure rocketing through her sopping wet organ. Her head drooped forward until it was resting on his shoulder as she began to slip into a state of sexual overload. “Now, what was it I wanted to ask you?” he whispered into her ear. “I’ve got it!” he said triumphantly. “I just wanted to know if you’ve ever been fucked by a total stranger in the middle of a crowded subway car!?!”

The import of what he was asking was not lost on her, but she was powerless to answer let alone offer any kind of meaningful resistance to his advances. She moaned as she felt him tear away the front of her panties with one hand while at the same time guiding his very thick erection to the entrance to her fat hairy vagina! He scrunched down just enough to allow his pecker a better angle for attack, and then while she draped herself all over him, he shoved his hips upward, driving his fat organ balls deep into her needy cunt! She bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming out loud as the first of several massive orgasms erupted deep inside of her convulsing pussy. She was just getting used to having his rod stuck up her hot cunt when all at once the car lurched forward and the lights popped back on! She managed to straighten up her head, but with the crush of passengers all around them, the vile young man was able to leave his cock in her pussy with no one being the wiser! As the train wended its way towards the north side, the gentle back and forth motion induced an untold number of climaxes in Jan’s pussy which finally culminated when the young man’s prick stiffened before sending a torrent of hot jism rocketing into her by completely satiated pussy!

He smiled a wicked smile, winked his eye, and then just as casually as you please let his rapidly receding member slide from her well fucked pussy and back inside of his dirty blue jeans. She felt unbelievably naked under her dress as her torn panties hung loosely around her waist while her bulging labia oozed the hot spunk that only moments before had been ejaculated from the eye of the young man’s red hot pecker. She took a deep breath as they rolled into the station while wondering if anyone suspected that she had just experienced the fucking of her life! As she made her way down the stairs to the street below, a small smile passed over her face, the smile of a well fucked and satisfied female!

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The knock wakes me.
Carlo gently untangles himself from me. He’s still dressed; I’m naked.

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He opens the door and
I make no effort to cover myself. I can’t see, but from the conversation,
I know food has arrived.

Carlo pours us coffee,
then comes to the bed. Squatting, he strokes my hair and kisses my
forehead.

“Good morning, sleepy
head,” he says, smiling. “Come on get up, coffee ’s getting cold.”
He takes my hand and forces me to rise.

I take sips of coffee
and blink my eyes several times before I’m certain I’m not dreaming Carlo’s
presence.

There’s a continental
breakfast–rolls, croissants, juice–on the small dining table.

“Go ahead, go take
your shower,” he suggests, as if reading my mind.

It wasn’t exactly a
good night’s sleep, but better than the first two. I stroll to the
bathroom for my morning ritual.

The shower revives me
and I look forward to my day with Carlo. Refreshed, I slip on my
robe and return.

Carlo raises his head
from behind the paper and I see a look of disapproval in his eyes.
Takes a moment before I realize why. I move closer. He watches.
After a brief pause, I slide the robe off my shoulders and let it drop.

He smiles.

“Here, try this, this
is good.” He deposits a corn muffin on my plate and pours us more
coffee as I take my seat in the nude.

He’s right, the muffin
is good. He takes a bite of his own and continues to read.
I’m perfectly content with the silence. It’s enough to be near him.

“Come here, baby,” Carlo
beckons from behind the paper, then folds it and sets it aside.

He turns his chair
to make room and I stand before him. He slides to the edge of the
chair. Wrapping his arms around my hips, he hugs me like a little
boy. My heart is now officially his.

The moment does not
last long. He sits up. He continues to hold me in one arm while
he strokes my pussy. As expected, my hips begin to move and my head
rolls with the pleasure. He parts me gently and confirms my wetness.

He removes his arm
from around me and slowly begins to lean back in the chair. He locks
his eyes on mine as he does this. He knows I’m not about to detach
myself from his fingers by choice. I move with his hand to his side
for his convenience. Then I promptly wet heavily to reward him for
granting me yet another opportunity to submit to his wishes.

For more than ten minutes
he strokes and fingers my pussy in silence. His eyes never leave
my face while my hips move sensually in pursuit of whatever satisfaction.

“Did you like him watching
you?”

His voice snaps me
out of my pleasure. Then a greater pleasure fills me as I remember.
“Yes.”

“Did it embarrass you?”

I wet before I can
answer. “Yes,” I say shyly.

“What embarrassed you
the most?”

He’s making me face
truth. “Showing him my pussy.” I wet again as I mutter.

“Why?”

“It was an admission
of how badly I want you.”

“Do you like wanting
me?”

“Yes, Carlo, I do.

Very much.” My voice is soft.

“What did showing him
your pussy do for you?”

I pause to find the
right answer. “It intensified everything.”

“Physically and emotionally?”

“Yes.”

“Did you like giving
him pleasure?”

“Yes.”

“What satisfied you
the most?”

It embarrasses me,
but I say it anyway. “Him watching me while I came?”

“Why?”

“He saw your power
over me.”

“And your weakness?”

“Yes.”

“What did that say?”

“That you can do whatever
you want with me.”

“Can I?”

I wet. “Yes.”

“Did you like me displaying
you and making you cum in front of him?”

The sudden ache of
desire in my cunt makes me gasp and I stoop toward him for closeness.
“Yes,” I breathe.

He inserts his finger
deeper. “Isabel, Did you do anything that you now regret?”

I shake my head.
“No, Carlo.”

“Good.”

He remains silent for
a moment, then keeping his finger inserted, he moves me back as he stands.
He strokes my hair tenderly, then pulls my naked body against his and kisses
me. His movements remain gentle, just enough to keep me wetting steadily.

Vulnerability has always
been seductive for me. If being naked with a man while he’s fully
clothed isn’t vulnerability, I don’t know what is.

Carlo picks up my robe
and leads me to the bed. “Lie down.”

I lie on my back crossways.
He stands at the side of the bed. Suddenly, he jerks my bent knees
apart. Wide open, I lie in front of him and squirm with want while
he watches. I can imagine how satisfying that must be for him.

He reaches for his
belt buckle and I become anxious. Slowly, he pulls it through the
loops and lays it on the bed.

He sets one knee between
my legs and I’m sure my heart is about to stop. Will I have him now?

Very slowly, he lies
on top of me. My legs are around his waist before his full weight
is upon me. He reaches to the side and pushes my leg open, then does
the same with the other. He pins my wrists above my head and kisses
me.

He works his way down
with wet tongue and kisses, slowly, meticulously. He licks my ears.
He hits every nerve on my neck. He licks my chest and sucks my nipples
until they’re hard and tender. I want to wrap my arms around him,
but he wants me open to him, so I stay. He’s licking my tummy now.
Do I dare hope?

He grabs a pillow and
pulls it as he slides lower. When he nudges me, I lift my hips and
he tucks it under my ass. My cunt is now served to him.

He lingers long, tickling
my pussy with his breath before he licks. My moan rises from the
pit of my heart and I have to restrain myself from squeezing my legs around
his head. In frustration, I lose control and bury my fingers in his
thick hair. He pushes my hands away. He wants my complete surrender,
whether he gives or takes.

His tongue is smooth
and strong. It takes turns rotating my clit and sliding in and out,
but always avoids a lengthy stay.

I moan and call his
name as he continues to drive me deeper into desperation. As expected,
there is to be no pity. My head rolls side to side and I whimper.

He winds me down slowly,
his licks growing weaker and weaker until all I can feel is his breath
again.

“Turn over.”

As I make my turn, he
reaches for another pillow and now I have two tucked under my hips to raise
my ass higher.

“Carlo, please,” I
beg.

“Shhh.”

He strokes my hair
until I stop whining, then reaches for my robe and removes the belt.

He brings my wrists together above my head. What can he do that I
don’t already want him to?

He finishes binding
my wrists, then brings a chair. He ties the other end of the belt
to the arm of the chair.

“Carlo….” What
more can I say?

He adjusts my legs
slightly apart and lies back down beside me. I feel no fear, only
anticipation of his next move.

Again he strokes my
hair to reassure me of trust, then begins to tongue bathe my back.
The pleasure is maddening.

By the time he reaches
my lower back, I’m straining to raise my ass even higher. Yes, Carlo,
I want you to fuck me.

He rubs my ass as prelude,
then begins to lick. He spends a lengthy time massaging my cheeks
with his tongue without an argument from me. Then he does the unexpected–he
licks my asshole. What an earth shattering sensation.

I yank my hands to
gain room to push harder against his tongue, but the chair isn’t flexible
and I don’t get very far.

“Carlo….” Suddenly
my vocabulary has diminished to only one word.

In response, he moans
and I know he’s enjoying it too.

As with my pussy, he
brings the licking to an end slowly, reducing pressure until there is none.

I miss the warmth of
his mouth and the tickle of his mustache desperately. My ass moves
in little bounces and I call out to him to return. He strokes my
pussy from behind. I need so much more.

He stops briefly and
I hear shuffling, then I smell. My moans rise again–I’m so ready
to give.

In the mirror, I see
Carlo dip his finger in the lotion. He begins to circle my asshole.

As I continue to recite
the extent of my vocabulary, a few words of plea manage to come to mind.
Quietly, he dips his finger again, then returns it.

I take a deep breath
and hold still while I wait for him to stretch me open. He does it
slowly, gently. I wonder which clinic I should check into after Carlo
has driven me completely mad.

His finger slides in,
accompanied with my appropriate moan.

“You like that, baby?”
he asks softly.

I reply with a dissertation
of moans.

He waits until my muscles
begin to relax around his finger. Then he strokes a few times and
removes it. I pray it’s not over. It’s not.

He dips into the oil
again and this time, I feel two of his fingers around my entrance.

“I won’t hurt you,
Isabel,” he promises as he slowly begins to work them both in.

Now my moans are stuck
somewhere between apprehension of pain and a plea for pleasure. I’m
sure Carlo can figure out which.

It takes longer for
my anus to adjust to two, but Carlo is patient and willing to do whatever
needs to be done. When his fingers finally do slide in without resistance,
I release a sigh of relief.

“No, Carlo, I can’t
take it,” I protest alarmed when I feel three fingers.

“Isabel, I won’t ask
you to do anything that you can’t, or don’t want to.”

For some reason, that’s
sufficient to end my protest and he begins to make his entry.

I squeeze my eyes and
mumble who knows what in response to my fear.

“Relax, babe” he says,
“you’ll be fine.”

To my amazement, three
fingers do eventually slip through, but not all the way.

“That’s it, open for
me, let me take,” Carlo whispers..

Who am I to deny him?

By the time his fingers
slip all the way in, he has taken enough time and oil that I barely feel
them. I grow braver, and wetter–I’ve surrendered to his wishes again.

“Thank you, Isabel,”
he says, kissing my ass cheek.

I have to admit three
feel no worse than two–once my body and mind abandoned resistance.
But when he removes his fingers, there is a real stretched feeling.
I’ve seen pictures of women who look wide open afterwards. I wonder
if that’s how mine looks now.

Carlo seems to read
my mind. “It looks really nice, babe.”

It embarrasses me and
he gets to know this by seeing me wet again.

“That’s good.”
He gives my pussy a quick lick to let me know that he didn’t miss it.

Great!

Carlo stands.
Is he going to fuck me now? No, he’s searching for something.
I don’t know what. He finds it.

He moves another chair
opposite to the one I’m tied to. I don’t dare speculate what this
means. He sits on the bed and brings my legs together. I’m
guessing he’s using my panties to tie my ankles. Next he loops something
through the panties and I can feel it’s his belt. He uses it to fasten
my feet to the chair. What next? I have no slack for movement
in any direction.

Carlo climbs on the
bed again. “O’ baby, you look so good.” He strokes my ass,
kisses it, even slides his fingers in and out–just because he feels like
it, and can. He does this for a little while, then gets up.

I panic when I hear
him pick up the key. “No, Carlo, please don’t go.”

“I’ve got to take care
of something..”

He strokes my pussy
and all is miraculously well in an instant. Apparently I’d rather
be fingered than panic. He pushes his face against my bottom and
gives my cunt a few good licks. My juices flow again. He gives
me a kiss on the ass, then heads for the door. Opening it, he turns.

“Just think about it,”
he says with a devilish smile and gives me a wink. He’s gone.

Feels like Carlo has
been gone for hours. I can’t stop thinking about him, or focusing
on my ass. I want to feel his fingers inside it again. I’ve
never needed fucking like I have the last four days. It just gets
worse. I think I love being horny. No, I’m sure. I need
to pee.

Carlo is not back.
I’m falling asleep. My back ’s been arched for a long time and it’s
sore. It’s worth it. The position is keeping me horny.

“I’m back.” Carlo
wakes me. He’s changed his clothes. “Did you miss me?

Let me see.” He shoves his finger deep into my cunt. “Good,
you did.” He goes to the window and closes the drapes. “You
hungry, babe?” He’s untying me.

I nod, still groggy.
I’m sore all over. I’m not sure my back will straighten. He
squats beside me, with his face in mine.

“Give me a kiss.”
He kisses me, then stuffs something in my mouth. “Here’s a snack.”

I don’t know what it
is, but I chew. He helps me up and takes me to the bathroom.
He sits me on the toilet and waits till I finish peeing.

I splash some water
on my face and start feeling awake again. I reach to turn the shower
on and he stops me.

“No, I want you to
smell horny,” he says, leading me back to the room.

Horny works for me.

I hadn’t noticed, but
Carlo has brought another package from the apparel shop.

“This is going to look
great on you.” He pulls another dress out of the bag. “Come
on, baby, hurry up. I’m starving. I know you are too.”

Does he mean for food,
or for him?

His thoughtfulness
touches me. I could definitely have his children.

I check out my new
dress. It’s made of crepe, V-neck, short sleeves, with a flared short
skirt. It’s a floral pattern of orange and pink pastels.

I look at Carlo questioningly
and he replies, “Just the dress.” I slip it on over my naked body.

It makes me feel sexy.

Carlo sits and watches
me as I put on my sandals, comb my hair, and apply lipstick. When
I’m finished, I spin around in front of him, then open my hands as if to
ask what he thinks.

He looks at me up and
down and says, “Marry me.”

I’m not foolish enough
to take it seriously and I laugh.

“Come here.”

I’m easy to train.

I take my place beside him. He slides his hand under my dress.
He rubs my thigh first, then reaches for my pussy. I know he’s checking
my wetness. Of course that in itself makes me wet. Probably
just to make sure he’s not disappointed.

“Turn around.”

He reaches for my pussy
from behind. “Did you fantasize about me fucking you?”

I giggle like a schoolgirl.
“Aha.” My ass is moving.

“Did you like being
tied up?”

“O’ yeahhhh,” I respond
as my knees bend and my rear sways sensually in front of him.

“Did you like waiting
for me?”

It hadn’t occurred
to me until he asks. A pang of desire hits me right in the gut.

O’ yes, I liked it a lot. “Yes, I did.” And I wet again.

“Good.” He continues
to play with my pussy. “Did you like having your ass opened?”

Satisfaction fills
me. “Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s what
you want.”

“Do you like giving
me what I want?”

“O’ God, yes.”

“And what do I want
with your ass, Isabel?”

My heart pounds.

“You want to fuck it.” I can’t believe the words are coming out of
my mouth.

“Yes, baby, I do.
And it’s ready for me to do that now, isn’t it?”

“Ohhhhh.” My
back arches deeper and I have a sudden craving to have my ass filled again.

“Beauuutiful.”

I’m not a Harvard graduate,
but it’s not difficult to figure out that my training session this afternoon
was designed to have me push my ass out on demand. Looks like I pass
with flying colors. I look back at him wantonly. I see an expression
of satisfaction and lust.

“Yeah, you stick your
ass out for me just like that every time I ask for it.”

“Yes, Carlo,” I say,
meaning it with all my heart. I keep silent about the part that it
would be my pleasure.

“Lift your skirt.”
His voice is more commanding again.

I pull the back of
my dress up. While I wait, I hear Carlo unscrewing the bottle of
lotion. It’s my reward.

I’m more grateful than
amazed, but all three fingers slide right in. I moan as though I’ve
been starved for them. I have.

“What, baby, you want
it now?”

My knees weaken.
“O’ Carlo….”

“You promise to give
it to me good?”

“Carlo…please.”

“Yeah, you’ll give
it to me real good,” he determines and removes his hand, leaving me panting
for him, if not drooling. Moving me out of the way, he stands.

Looks like play time
is over again. It takes all my will power to pull myself out of my
debilitating lust. But now there is hope. A new excitement
fills me.

“Don’t forget to lift
your skirt when you sit. You don’t want to get oil stains on it.”
He calls out as he washes his hands.

“Oh Jesus,” I murmur.

I’m going out with a greased ass.

At the door, Carlo stops
me before opening it. He reaches under my skirt and slides two fingers
deep into my cunt. “Beats perfume any time,” he says, rubbing my
juice on my neck and wrists.

Carlo decides we’re
going to have a drink before we leave for dinner. He leads me to
the vacant barstools. My attention is on the lifting of my skirt.

I do it carefully. I take my seat and hear, “O’ hello.”

I don’t have to look,
I know it’s the English guy from the beach. I’m turning red.

As Carlo quickly reaches
across to offer his hand, he turns my stool so that I have to face the
man.

I give Carlo a scolding
look. This meeting is a little too convenient for coincidence.

“Got to take care of something, hah?” I mutter quietly. Got to hand
it to him though, he is resourceful.

Carlo pays no mind
to me and makes the introductions. I stay silent. His name
is Mark.

Mark locks his eyes
on mine. “Hello, Isabel.”

“Hello, Mark.”

I manage to spit out.

“No need to be embarrassed,
you know. You have done nothing to be ashamed of.”

His British accent
is American influenced and his manner, mellow. I’m still blushing.

“Would it help if I
yank off in front of you?” he offers very seriously.

It’s obvious he’s making
a sincere effort. I can’t help but laugh.

“That’s better.
What are you two drinking?”

Mark is a lot more
attractive than I had realized. Behind the wire-rimmed glasses is
a pair of sensuous blue eyes. He also wears a wedding band.
He lives in San Diego with his wife and daughter. He has an import/export
business. He and his wife prefer to take at least one separate holiday
a year. This is Mark’s.

Conversation is easy.
We have drinks and it’s no surprise to me when Carlo invites Mark to join
us for dinner. I can see where this is going. I also can’t
believe I’m wetting on the barstool.

Carlo helps me off
the stool and I notice he discreetly wipes the seat with a napkin.
He gives me a smug smile and takes my hand.

Mark pays for the drinks
while we hail a cab. The ride goes by quickly, there is a lot to
talk about.

We opt to dine on the
patio of the restaurant. It’s a beautiful sunset. More drinks
arrive before dinner. Can’t go to Mexico and not eat arroz con pollo.
It’s delicious.

I excuse myself after
dinner. When I return, the table has been cleared and the bill paid.

I don’t even get a chance to sit. My hand is in Carlo’s and we’re
off again.

The night is young and
we browse in the stores along the promenade. Carlo buys me a beautiful
silver necklace. He kisses my neck as he fastens it. Mark whips
out the matching bracelet and kisses my palm. I’m in heaven.

We browse more.

We try on different sombreros and play with the marionettes. We stop
for ice cream.

The nightlife is starting.
We hear music as we pass a bar. It doesn’t look very nice, so we
keep on walking.

“Carlo.” It’s
the first request I’ve made since meeting him. “Can we go dancing
again?”

“You bet, baby.”

It’s Saturday night
so the club is even more crowded.

Carlo excuses himself
and Mark whisks me off to the dance floor. He’s not as good a dancer
as Carlo is, but he holds his own. He takes me in his arms and spins
me.

“You smell so good,
Isabel,” he says, inhaling deeply.

I know I reek of sex,
but I can tell his intention isn’t to embarrass me. I think he really
just likes the smell. I meet his eyes boldly and smile.

The song rolls into
another and we keep on dancing. I’m having fun.

Carlo joins us behind
me. The floor is so crowded it doesn’t matter who you’re dancing
with. I turn and dance with Carlo, then return to Mark. The
woman next to Carlo seems to have an eye for him and he indulges her for
the rest of the song.

The tune changes and
Carlo wraps his arms around my waist from behind. My ass does as
it’s trained–pushes back and we grind to the beat.

He releases my waist
and, taking my hand, spins me into Mark’s arms. My ass doesn’t seem
to be fussy. It pushes out for him too and we do the same.

Mark returns me to
Carlo. I wrap my arms around his neck and we kiss.

Carlo unlocks my hands
and turns me to Mark. There is no point in pretense, who would I
fool? I’m in his arms and we’re kissing.

I’ve dated little since
my divorce, but been adamant about safe sex. My mind is at ease as
Mark is married. As for Carlo, I’m willing to take the risk.

When Mark brakes off
the kiss, he continues to hold me. I can see in his eyes there are
no malicious intentions there. It won’t be just a fuck.

With this understood,
he turns me back to Carlo.

Carlo’s kiss is more
passionate. Hands on my ass, he presses me against himself and I
feel his hardness. But this is Carlo and he doesn’t disappoint me.
He regains control quickly and turns me to Mark.

Mark has grown impatient.
He pulls me into his arms with my back to him and holds me tight while
he ravishes my neck. He’s also hard. Everyone around us knows
both men will have me tonight.

With the next song,
they press me between them and we sweat to the heat of Lambada. Was
there ever a more passionate dance? My cunt is soaking. O’
the satisfaction!

The heat is too much
and we struggle our way out through the crowd. Outside, Carlo kisses
me while Mark finds us a cab.

Mark gets in first.

Carlo pushes me in and I fall into Mark’s arms. We’re deeply involved
in our kiss by the time Carlo slams the door shut. He pets the back
of my thigh as he watches me with Mark.

The driver interrupts
by clearing his throat. It’s a sobering moment. It seems none
of us can remember the name of the hotel. He turns back and takes
a chance on a name. All three of us shake our heads no. He
hits jackpot on the fourth try. I pull away from Mark and slip into
Carlo’s arms, moaning.

The cab rolls and our
tongues are at it. Mark strokes my hair while he waits for his turn.

Every time I switch
between them, I notice the cab driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror.
Guess we’re more interesting than the road.

Carlo quickly drops
some money on the front seat and hurries me out of the cab. I don’t
even bother to maintain a dignified decorum as he ushers me past the night
clerks. Mark keeps his hands off, but walks close to me.

“Buenos noches, senores,”
the clerks chime in a chorus, smiling with such satisfaction that you’d
think they were the ones with me.

We luck out, the elevator
is empty and as soon as the doors close, Carlo passes me into Mark’s arms.

Our luck holds and
we don’t run into anyone as Mark and I follow Carlo. There seems
to be a silent agreement between all of us that I would feel most comfortable
in my own room.

At my door, Mark pins
me against the wall with his body. We kiss while Carlo fumbles with
the key.

Inside, while Mark and
I carry on kissing, Carlo gently lifts my skirt until my ass is in full
view. I push out and he takes his time rubbing it. Then his
hand moves down and he probes my wetness once more.

Mark detaches me from
himself and hands me over to Carlo. Carlo continues to hold my skirt
up as he takes me into his arms. While we kiss, it’s Mark’s turn
to indulge.

He moans deeply when
he slides his hand across my ass. He spends a moment rubbing, then
reaches under. “Ahhh, that’s nice,” he sighs, feeling my wet cunt
with his fingertips.

They pass me back and
forth several times before Carlo starts to pull my dress off. I hold
my arms straight up and let him.

“Emmm. Lovely,”
Mark murmurs, his eyes lingering on every inch of my body as I stand between
them fully dressed in my heeled sandals.

If being naked in the
presence of one dressed man has such a seductive effect on me, imagine
what it does to me in the presence of two?

Visually satisfied,
Mark pulls me into his arms and kisses me with more passion. Carlo
moves closer behind me and caresses my back.

When Mark releases
my mouth, Carlo gently presses on my shoulder. I know what he wants
and I slide against Mark onto my knees. They look down on me while
I worship his cock through his pants.

“You want his cock,
babe?” Carlo peels me off Mark’s crotch and holds me back.

“Has it been the four
days?” Mark removes his glasses.

“Yes.”

Mark smiles.
“Excellent.” He slowly unzips his pants. “I must admit, I do
admire your willpower.”

“It wasn’t easy,” Carlo
answers with a chuckle.

“Undoubtedly.

It should prove to be most satisfying.”

The conversation goes
over my head and I don’t care–my concentration is glued on Mark’s fly.
I don’t think he’s wearing underwear.

I wait with baited
breath and at last, he pulls out his cock. It’s hard and circumcised.
I move to pounce on it, but Carlo holds me back by the hair. I wait
longingly.

Mark steps closer.

Carlo pulls my hair and forces me to lift my face. He reaches down
and strokes my face tenderly. I know my eyes are pleading.

He moves closer and
his cock’s head brushes against my lips. I open my mouth to take
it, but again, Carlo holds me back. I’m being reminded to take only
what he gives. I will be fed. I don’t argue. My mouth
relaxes and my lips part.

Clutching his cock,
Mark continues to brush against my lips. It smells a combination
of soap and sweat. I moan. I love the smell of men. Fluid
oozes out and he presses between my lips. I’m being allowed to lick.
I do it gratefully.

Carlo releases my hair.

Mark inserts the head between my lips and my urgency returns. I want
to grab him, but I know I won’t get far. I resist the temptation
and suck hard with puckered lips. The more I suck, the more I need
to. Carlo strokes my hair. I’m sure they both watch, reveling
in their control over me. I submit even further as my need consumes
me–I suck whimpering.

Mark suddenly retrieves
his cock and I whimper for it harder. With a fast move, he swoops
me and sets me on the dining table. Apparently his own needs have
grown less controllable. He gives me a push back and I prop myself
on my elbows. He grabs my ankles and jerks my legs open in the air.

After a long look at my spread cunt, he leans and kisses me hard.

Carlo is at my side.
Mark runs his tongue down my neck, makes a brief stop for a suck on my
nipple, then continues. His tongue attacks my clit without preliminaries
and I scream. He laps at my soggy cunt with passion.

“O’ God,” I cry.
Then I call for Carlo in desperation. Mark’s tongue is hungry, but
still in enough control to deny me any satisfaction.

“Carlo….”

“I’m here, baby.”
He turns my face by the chin and sucks my lips into his mouth.

The confusion between
pleasure and need grows unbearable and I begin to cry.

“Alright, baby, it’s
alright.”

He comforts me with
kisses and strokes of my hair while he uses one hand to release his cock.

Working together, they
slowly calm me. Mark steps aside and Carlo takes his place.
He enters me with one sudden thrust. The intensity brings on hysteria
and I push myself into his arms. I cling to him for dear life.

“Ohhh, Isabel,” he
sighs with such satisfaction that I realize it hasn’t been easy for him
to wait either. O’ I get it. That’s what they were talking
about. Yes, should be most satisfying.

We hold each other
tight for a moment, and then I have to move. At last his cock is
in my cunt and I don’t want to wait any longer to feel it.

Carlo lets me indulge,
then begins to unlock my legs.

“Nooo….” I
cry softly. I’m disappointed, but no longer desperate. The
control is in their hands once again.

He withdraws and Mark
stands before me. He looks into my eyes until I reconnect with him.
When I lean back on my hands, he spreads my legs wider.

We all watch with anticipation
as he positions his cock against my cunt. The contact makes me gasp
and I ache to take him.

He makes his entry
slowly, methodically. With small insertions, he stops and we enjoy
each other’s lust. Half way, he prolongs and I lean on my elbows
and push my hips off the table to encourage. He slides all the way
in with a smile and we both sigh.

He begins a relaxed
stroking. I’m sure it’s a pleasure for all of us to watch his cock
slide in and out of me.

Mark withdraws completely
and the void makes my cunt flex. He keeps me waiting–I will have
his cock at his discretion. I ache for it and my cunt flexes again.

His sudden hard thrust
revives my needs. I’m frantic for satisfaction again. Carlo
pinches my nipple and my head rolls back. Mark pounds into me, accepting
my offerings of myself as I babble away.

Another quick change
takes place and now its Carlo again who’s inside me. His pants are
down around his hips. He places my legs over his shoulders and pulls
my bottom just over the edge of the table. His thrusts jolt through
me.

Mark takes Carlo’s
place at my side. At least I’m not the only one naked any more.
He kisses me. He squeezes my tits and sucks my nipples while Carlo
fucks me.

I’m vacated again.
Someone strokes my pussy. I just lie and let them do what they like.
I certainly couldn’t be doing it any better myself.

My bottom is pushed
back on the table. My legs are spread wide. Carlo squeezes
my face and sucks on my mouth. Mark sucks on my cunt. O’ God,
I need to come.

Carlo’s arm slides under
my shoulders and he lifts me into a semi sit. My cunt is so wet,
I don’t even know if I can feel any more. I’m drugged with passion.

Mark slides his cock
inside me and together, they pull me into his arms. I lock my arms
and legs around him and he picks me off the table.

He kisses me, then
carries me to the bed. He manages to lie us down without slipping
out. I welcome the comfort of the bed. I want to wrap my legs
higher around him, but he doesn’t let me. I know he doesn’t want
to give me a chance to come.

He kisses me, gently
stroking inside my cunt until I relax, then slides out. “Turn over,
Isabel.”

I see Carlo seated on
a chair behind us and know I’ll probably do anything for this man.
As I complete my turn, Mark reaches for the lotion on the nightstand.
I know what they want. I hesitate, afraid of the pain. He seems
to recognize this. He moves closer and hugs me.

We look at each other.
He has such gentility at times. He strokes my hair. “Don’t
be afraid,” he whispers.

“I can’t help it.”

“I promise it won’t
hurt too badly. You know we’ll make sure of that.”

“I’ve never done it,”
I confess.

“I know you haven’t.
I also know you want to.”

I look at him and wonder
how he knows this with such certainty. Then I look into my heart–how
could he not?

“You want to do it
for him.” Our whispered conversation continues.

I can’t argue with
that.

He moves closer, his
face in my face, his leg hooked over mine.

“So let go and let
it happen, Isabel. Allow yourself what you really want and it’ll
give you more pleasure and satisfaction than you can imagine.”

“What do I really want,
Mark?”

He kisses my forehead
gently, then tells me. “You want to be dominated. You want
to be controlled by a man you find worthy. You want him to push your
limits without wronging you. You want him to demand so that you can
submit. You want him to understand you better than you understand
yourself. You want him to know when to hold you and when to leave
you alone. You want him to be dependable so you can trust him with
your life. You want him to be smarter than you and more capable.

You want him to beat you at everything. And you want him to do all
this with love.”

I look at him amazed.
How can it be so clear to him after knowing me for only a few hours when
I haven’t been able to put it to words in a lifetime?

“You hadn’t met anyone
strong enough before,” Mark continues. “Now you have, love.
Carlo melts your heart and soul. You must already know he can give
you all that you need. But he can do it well only if he can have
what he wants. And what Carlo wants, lovely Isabel, is your complete
sexual submission.”

My eyes fill with tears.
I want to satisfy Carlo so much.

Mark kisses me tenderly.
“He needs you to be his whore, Isabel.” He whispers this even more
softly. “Be his whore. Be mine too. That’s what the three
of us need.”

O’ God, I can’t stand
it. He has such a gift for making me understand myself. That’s
exactly what I need right now–to be their whore. I lunge for a kiss
and he knows I’ve agreed. He kisses me long, lovingly.

Lying on his side, Mark
dips his finger in the oil. I can’t help but tense to his touch.

He kisses my shoulder and rubs my entrance gently until I relax.
I’m sure Carlo is watching.

“We’ll take good care
of you, Isabel. I promise.” Mark plants another kiss on my
shoulder.

He presses against
my asshole a little harder and my training takes over. I moan and
push back. Once relaxed, his finger slides right in. I’m braver
and push back more. It turns me on that he’s preparing me for Carlo.

By the time he has
two fingers inside me, I’ve shed all apprehension. I’m ready to take
it. This time he kisses my ass cheek.

I raise myself higher
on my knees with my head down. My hips sway while I wait for his
three fingers.

“Precious girl,” Mark
says with admiration. He does nothing and lets me continue to wave
wantonly. He’s a good friend to Carlo.

Mark gets on his knees
and loops his arm under my tummy. “Hold still, love.” He has
to force me to keep still. He takes his time to work in three fingers.
I think he’s just enjoying playing with me.

I must be deemed ready.
Mark grabs a pillow and tucks it under his ass as he lies on his back.

“Come here, Isabel.”
He wants me to straddle his cock.

I have an idea of my
own. I take another pillow and try to tuck it under him. As
an expert with the extensive experience of one afternoon, I know two pillows
work better than one. He laughs delightfully at my enthusiasm.

I straddle him on my
knees and hold his cock. It’s my turn and I choose to make a slow
descent. He likes it. We maintain eye to eye contact until
I’m able to sit on him, then we both moan. I lower myself in his
arms.

“Ohhhhh, you feel so
good.” He hugs me tight and keeps stroking gently inside my pussy.

We take a moment to
kiss and bond as lovers.

“He likes me fucking
you,” Mark informs me when we’ve settled in a comfortable rhythm.

Tell me something I
don’t already know.

His legs are spread
and I know Carlo can see him sliding in and out of me. It’s such
a turn on.

“Isabel, he needs to
fuck.”

“Ohhh, God.”

“Fucking your ass is
the only thing that can satisfy his cock now. Do you want his cock
to be satisfied?”

“Ohhhhh.” Does
a chicken lay eggs? “Yesss.”

“Good. Let him
know he can,” Mark whispers like a secret.

I twist back to see
Carlo. His eyes are on mine. He’s still dressed. His
air of confidence probably makes me wet, but as it is, it’s hard to tell.

I extend him
my open hand. “Carlo.”

Satisfaction fills
his eyes. When he stands, I return to Mark and bury my face in his
neck while Carlo undresses.

“Yes, love, wait for
him.”

Only when Mark says
this do I realize that my ass is pushed out and I’m holding perfectly still
in wait.

“He likes that.”

So do I.

Carlo climbs the bed
on his knees behind me. My heart races–I’ve ached for his fuck for
four days.

He slips his hands
under my arms and pulls me to stand on my knees. He hugs me and showers
my head with kisses. I close my eyes and count my blessings.
What are the odds of meeting Mr. Right? No less a perfect sidekick
too?

The tenderness is over.
Carlo presses against my back to lean me forward. I support myself
on my hands. He takes my hips and raises me off Mark’s cock.
I brace myself, but have no desire to stop.

The intensity hits
me like a brick wall when he begins to push his way in. Carlo is
going to fuck me. Suddenly, I can’t open myself enough to him.

I make useless efforts with small sounds.

“Yes, Isabel, show
him how much you need to satisfy him.” Mark seems just as caught
in our ecstasy. “Let him fuck your ass.”

“Ooohhh.” Any
more fuel added to my fire and there’s likely to be an explosion.

Let him–why is that
such a satisfying thought?

Carlo gives a harder
push and the head slips through. I feel something between pain and
pleasure. I mumble a bunch of nonsense, not sure to rise to be closer
to Carlo or to lie to be closer to Mark. Mark makes my mind up for
me–he pulls me into his arms.

“It’s all right, it
will pass soon.” He cuddles me.

The pain wears off
and I’m ready for more. I raise myself on my hands again to let them
know. Carlo enters me slowly. I don’t know if the worst is
over, but my eyes are glued on Mark’s for support. He encourages
me silently, watching my expressions of pain and pleasure.

Eventually, Carlo sinks
deep enough inside me for his pelvis to press against my ass. Another
wave of intensity hits us both. He pulls me up on my knees and we
don’t seem to be able to engulf each other enough. We moan and groan,
and grope until some level of satisfaction is achieved. The pain
is gone completely. Imagine that.

Carlo regains composure
and begins to lower me onto Mark. Mark holds his cock and waits.

If there ever was a Kodak moment in my life, this is it–that single solitary
transitional moment when the deepest fantasy turns into reality.
And I’ve lived to see mine. What can be sweeter?

I feel Mark’s cock against
my cunt and moan ecstatically. I want to feel him inside me too.
He takes my hands and supports my weight as they lower me slowly.
When I sit, he pulls me into his arms again and all three of us moan with
satisfaction. I feel so full. I never want to be empty again.

While Mark and I kiss, Carlo begins a gentle sliding.

Mark raises my face
by the chin. “It’s good, isn’t it?” he asks.

I feel a sudden rush
of emotions. “It’s good,” I say. The satisfaction is overwhelming
and the admission makes me want to cry. Confession is definitely
good for the soul.

Mark kisses me on the
forehead and I know the tenderness is over. My emotional state has
been convinced we do this with love and respect. Now, we can fuck.

Carlo’s sliding turns
into pumping. Mark joins him in a rhythm that allows me to meet each
of their forward thrusts. So this is heaven.

Passions begin to rise.
Thrusts grow harder. I can’t give enough to either man. I groan
with frustration.

Carlo leans over me.

He supports his upper weight on his hands and presses harder into my ass.
Perched on a tower of two pillows and Mark, I’m trapped with my back conveniently
arched for full penetration from both sides. Ready to explode, I
grind.

This time, I do scream.
The frustration has been too great and the passion too intense.

“O’ yes, cum, baby,”
Carlo mumbles then sucks a nerve on my shoulder.

They press hard and
keep me packed with cock while I take my ride. With eternal gratitude,
I squeeze and suck at them both.

They seem to be determined
to cater to me. They don’t move until I crave the pumping motion.
They must know it’s essential to completing my satisfaction and give it
to me with new determination. Still, they’re too horny to last long.

“Oh Jesus.” It’s
Mark. He tightens his arms around me and tries to pound with great
force.

I want him to have
a good fuck. I hold him tighter and press hard. His cock is
slamming against my uterus and it’s uncomfortable. Somehow this gives
me satisfaction. I admit, I want to suffer while he takes his pleasure.

Carlo is on his way
too. I wonder if my back can stand their pounding. I don’t
care if it breaks. I don’t want it to end. Nothing has ever
felt as fulfilling.

I think Mark ’s coming
again. I suspect their cocks are rubbing against each other through
the veil. It must excite them, though I doubt either will ever admit
to such a thing. It doesn’t matter why. What does matter is
that they’re both fucking me. I need to know I’m a good whore–their
whore.

We somehow roll onto
our sides. It’s not comfortable, but none of us is ready to let go.
Neither of them is completely soft. Every now and then I feel a flexing
and know they’re still draining inside me. Good. I want every
drop.

I wouldn’t mind bearing
Mark’s children either, but I keep track of my cycle. It’s safe.

We untangle because
my arm has gone numb and my leg is in pain. There’s lots of contented
sighing, hugging, and kissing.

Reluctantly, I go to
the bathroom. I want to keep their cum inside me, but I can’t hold
it anymore. I don’t bother to close the door or wash myself afterwards.

I stumble back into
bed and they hug me from both sides. It feels good.

I begin to doze off.
One of them gets up–I don’t know which. The other holds me.
When he returns, I get rolled over into his arms. I slip in and out
of sleep all night long, turning from one to the other, kissing, hugging,
and moaning.

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One Saturday night, not long ago, my husband, Dan, and I decided to throw a small dinner party with a few close friends. We invited three couples; John and Amy, Paul and Trish and Wes and Leigh. We enjoyed a delicious meal after which the men headed for the den while the women cleaned up. The four of us were in the kitchen doing the dishes when Amy mentioned her frustration over how unfulfilling her and John’s sex life had become. We were all around the same age, early 30’s, and had been married long enough for the sexual thrills to have subsided. I could relate, and so could the others, and soon we were comparing stories about how long it had been since any of us had gotten a good piece of ass. “We should go jump them right now,” Trish dared. All at once, we stopped and stared at one another. We were horny and desperate and a devilish gleam sparkled in our eyes as the idea took root.

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Sneeking up the back stairs to my bedroom, we soon were rifling through the dresser in search of the hottest, skimpiest, sexiest lingerie I owned. Thankfully all of us are about the same size, except for Amy who’s 42DD’s overshadow the rest of our medium-size tits. We giggled nervously, excited by the surprise we were about to spring on the unsuspecting males lounging downstairs. Leigh snatched up a favorite of mine, a soft peach lace teddy with a pair of white seamed stockings and 4″ white pumps. It went perfectly with her flaming red hair and long, shapely legs. Amy found an oldie but goodie, a teal colored 2-piece bra and crotchless panty set. Of course her boobs spilled out over the top, leaving very little to the imagination, but it looked fabulous against her dark tan. Trish, the devil that she is, chose the silky red kimono, with a red bra and “G” string. She also found a pair of red thigh-highs and heels to match. I picked out the black see-through cat suit, and my 6″ heels. We all primped a little, touching up our hair and make-up, making sure that the men wouldn’t be able to resist us –not this time! After a last glance in the mirror, we giggled and tip-toed down the steps.

Trish was the first one to enter the den. When she sauntered in, all conversation immediately stopped. Paul’s jaw practically hit the floor as the other guys looked questioningly back and forth from him to his wife, trying to figure out just what in the hell was going on. They had a hunch when Amy waltzed in with her voluptuous cleavage straining the binds of the snug-fitting bra. Wes let out a low whistle while her husband, John, sputtered and practically choked on his beer. Trish and Amy continued to walk around the room, giving all the men a good look at their sexy bodies. Leigh joined the parade next, every male head turning to gaze at her strikingly tall, slim figure. Her husband, Wes, whistled again, this time sitting forward in his chair to hide the hard-on tenting his pants. I was the last one to join the party, standing vampishly in the doorway, poised for action. The other ladies were strutting and flaunting their bodies, giving the men more than an eyeful of their fleshy curves.

Playing the seductive cat, I slithered across the room, straight towards Wes and his boner. I heard my husband’s shocked voice exclaim, “Beka!” but I simply peered over my shoulder and winked at him. Any further objections were smothered by Amy’s huge melons as she leaned in close to his face and taunted him. Trish stopped in front of John and removed the sash from her robe. With one foot perched on his knee, she slid the silky strip between her thighs, coating it with her scent before wrapping it around his neck. Leigh made her move on Paul, turning her back to him and bending over to expose the full lusciousness of her ass framed by the garter straps. Paul reached out to touch her but she stepped away, just out of his grasp. “Ahh, ahh, ahh!” she scolded.

We weren’t about to let the guys get off so easily. We were the frustrated partners, and this was our revenge. They would have to deal with their ever-hardening cocks a bit longer while they watched us. The aroma of hot pussies filled the room, as we each danced and pranced around. The shocked expressions on the men’s faces were soon replaced with unmasked lust. We knew we were getting to them, but we weren’t ready to do anything about it just yet.

Amy moved her tantalizing body away from Dan and stepped up onto the coffee table. She began twisting and grinding like an experienced stage dancer. She was more than into her role of seductress and the rest of us cheered her on, saying, “Yeah, honey, show ‘em what you’ve got. Make them so stiff they can’t walk!” She rubbed her hands over her thighs, squatting and bending to show her coated pink lips at the center of her hot crotch. When she pulled her knees open and ran her finger through her slit, I thought the men would loose it. She stretched her arm out and grazed Wes’ upper lip with her finger, smearing her pussy juice across his face. She dipped her finger into her pussy then tongued it, making loud sucking noises and moaning with enjoyment.

I couldn’t stand it. I walked over to the table and lightly stroked her ass, running my hands up her back then down around her waist. I had never desired another woman before, but the force that drew me to her and enticed me to touch her was wild and unrelenting. I squeezed and kneaded her flesh, showing the others what they were missing. I stood next to Amy on the table and placed a hand on each of her globes and spread them apart. Then I grabbed hold of her panties and pulled them up tight against her slit. Paul stood up and lunged toward Amy’s ass, but before he could touch her, I stopped him with a 6″ spike placed firmly against his chest and pushed him back onto the couch. “Sit back and wait your turn.” Trish and Leigh gathered around the table and joined me in stroking Amy’s well-shaped form. Leigh reached up and tugged one strap of Amy’s bra off her shoulder, then ran her fingers along the outline of the cup. Amy squirmed from the intimate touch and Leigh proceeded to lower the other strap. To the amazement of the audience, Leigh continued unfastening Amy’s bra, freeing her huge breasts and massaging them tenderly, kneading her nipples between her fingertips.

Trish moved in to play with Amy’s hot, wet cunt, pulling the panties aside to twist and stroke her clit. Trish and I each hooked a finger under the waistband of the panties and slowly pulled them down, slipping them around her heels then tossed them at Wes. Together, the three of us lowered Amy onto her back on the table- Trish and Leigh each taking a leg, pressing her knees back into her pillowy mounds, while I grabbed a nearby beer bottle and plunged it deeply into Amy’s pussy. Amy howled her pleasure.

John was so worked up from watching his wife being turned-on by three women that his engorged cock jutted out above his waistband. He grabbed Trish by her tiny little frame and tossed her roughly onto the sofa, diving hungrily between her legs and tearing the red G-string off with his teeth. He ran his tongue across her moisten lips, indulging in her sweetness. He released his raging hard-on and moved into position with his knees pressed firmly against her ears. He stroked her pussy and rosy ass bud as she took his 9″ stick deep down her throat. He pumped wildly, delighting in the feel of her teeth grazing along his shaft, her mouth milking the cum boiling in his balls until he filled her, gagging her with his huge load. She continued