A Day At The Beach
- Epilogue
She smiles at me. He smiles me. I smile at them. Everything is OK. Everything is great actually. She goes and gets her blanket and her cooler and comes and sits next to us. We drink Coronas and wine together and eat strawberries and cheese. We watch the sun set and it is a beauty. Orange and round and full. Glistening off the water. A beautiful sight.
She wrote her number with a smiley face next to her cum spot on the beach blanket and I was sure to call her the next day. Jennifer, Lee and I have been spending lots of days at the beach. We’ve gotten to know each other inside and out. And we have a relationship that would knock your socks off… we’re supposed to meet for dinner tomorrow night…. stay tuned! I can’t wait to tell you what she wants to do to me after she drops her napkin underneath the table. She is a naughty girl. Aren’t we all?
Send me home
My best friend Jocelyn :
Jocelyn walked briskly on to the bus station, glancing nervously over her shoulders. There had been a spate of rape cases the area and with her voluptuous body, she certainly had something to worry about. Hugging her duffel bag close to her body, she took out her mobile phone. As she was about to call one of her friends to accompany her home, she saw her friend, Derrick, sitting on the railing by the sidewalk. Happy to see someone she knew, Jocelyn immediately ran over to Derrick.
Derrick, on the other hand, was waiting for a friend. The ‘o’ levels had just ended and he was about to go out to party. So, it did not surprise him much when a pair of hands covered his vision. He expected the person to be his friend but when he felt something warm and soft resting on his back, he knew at once it was someone else. However, Derrick decided to act dumb and he reached out behind him and touched Jocelyn’s soft ass. At his touch, Jocelyn immediately jumped and let go of her hands. Turning around, Derrick feigned ignorance and Jocelyn seemed to accept his reason. Hearing of Jocelyn’s predicament, he offered to send her all the way home.
Walking to the bus station together, the two began to talk about how their lives had been. However, Derrick could not concentrate at all as he admired Jocelyn’s beautiful body and perfect figure. Wearing a tube-top and a short leather skirt, it was impossible not to have an erection while looking at her. But amazingly enough, Derrick managed to suppress his bodily reactions.
Boarding the bus, they were surprised that even though it was nearly twelve in the night, the bus was very crowded. Having nowhere to sit, they stood at the isle. However, the temptations did not just stop there. Whether she was truly tired or just wanted to seduce Derrick, no one knew. Sighing softly, she did not say a word as she rested her head on Derrick’s shoulder first, before going limp and settling into his arms. Once again, Derrick could feel her soft breasts pressing gently on him and her nipples making slight indentations on his shirt. Trying not to get aroused, he shifted his glance to somewhere else. However, he could not prevent his eyes from staring down the back of Jocelyn and noticing her small waist flaring into her wide hips and beautiful ass. What made it even harder for him to control himself was when Jocelyn moaned lightly and adjusted her position, making her breasts rub against him. Thankfully, it was her stop and the both of them got off the bus, with Derrick trying to conceal his bulging erection behind his bag.
Walking behind her, Derrick called his friend and told him not to wait for him and go on his own. Having done that, Derrick came alongside of Jocelyn and put his hand around her waist. Since they were friends, Jocelyn did not mind it much and attributed it to Derrick’s flirty attitude. Knowing that she wouldn’t mind, Derrick decided to move his hand downwards and satisfy his curiosity about how her ass would feel like. However, Jocelyn stopped him short and he removed his hand, frustrated at being unable to touch her. Not giving up, Derrick pretended to glance over Jocelyn’s shoulder while he caught a glimpse of her cleavage and the rounded sides of her breasts.
Coming along a fork in the road, Jocelyn was about to take the left fork when Derrick pulled her to the right, saying that he had something important to tell her. Jocelyn, ever inquisitive, ran over to pester him about what it was, her full breasts bouncing until they peeked out of her tube-top. Derrick glanced briefly at her tits just before Jocelyn adjusted her clothing to cover her modesty. Arriving at a secluded park, Derrick began to sweet talk to Jocelyn with his glib tongue to get her defenses down. Edging closer and closer to her on the bench, he grabbed her hands suddenly while clamping a hand over her mouth to stop her from screaming.
With his free hand, he pulled Jocelyn’s leather skirt up to her waist and tore off her thongs. However, she was not quite wet yet and Derrick decided to let her have a taste of forbidden pleasure. Taking her tube-top off, he pinned Jocelyn’s hands to the ground, while stuffing her hanky into her mouth. Trying to fight off Derrick in futility, tears began to stream down Jocelyn’s face. But as Derrick lowered his mouth onto her pink erect nipple, she gasped between tears as the sensation both excited and ashamed her. Lifting a hand away from her arm, Derrick began to fondle and squeeze Jocelyn’s breast as he sucked on Jocelyn’s nipple hard and then licked it; tracing small circles around her nipple with his tongue. Gradually, Jocelyn stopped yielding to his touch and she grew less rigid as her breasts tightened deliciously and grew taut to his touch making her nipples retract in even more, as they grew sensitive to the touch.
Encouraged by this, Derrick moved down her stomach to her pelvis tantalizing her with his tongue along the way. Reaching his destination, he latched onto her cunt with his mouth. Taking care not to touch her now very swollen clit, he began to move his lips, making her pussy contract and expand at his whim. Inserting his tongue into her dark wet passage, he began to explore the inside of her until he knew he found her g-spot when he heard her moan loudly even though she was still gagged. Teasing her, he felt her now free hands pressing his head towards her pussy. Intoxicated by her horniness and the smell of her cunt, Derrick could feel his penis pressing painfully against his tight jeans.
Taking the hanky out of her mouth, Derrick immediately began to kiss Jocelyn senseless, getting even more aroused as he felt Jocelyn’s tongue touching his and Jocelyn sucking hard on his mouth. Reaching down, Jocelyn undid Derrick’s fly and started to fondle and touch his very erect penis. Grabbing her hands, Derrick moved them up and down his penis, enjoying the sensation of her soft silky hands on his erected member.
Moving her hands on her own accord now, she looked up at Derrick with passion-glazed eyes as he plunged his finger into her cunt. Increasing the pace of her hands as she herself grew even more sexually charged. Knowing he was cumming, he removed his member from Jocelyn’s grasp and shot all his cum onto her breasts. Glancing down at the mess, she smiled sweetly at Derrick as she lowered her mouth to her breasts and pushed her breasts towards her mouth to lick the cum off. The sight was too much for Derrick to stand. Grabbing Jocelyn’s hand, he led her to a swing. Sitting down on the swing, he made her sit on his erected member in a straddling position. Using his feet to kick the swing into motion, he began to fuck Jocelyn as the swing increased speed. Jocelyn was oblivious to what was happening due to the intense penetration by Derrick. As the swing was swinging at a considerable speed, Derrick’s thrusts were intensified due to the centrifugal force and gravity pressing her onto Derrick. Panting and moaning at the same time, Jocelyn felt as if Derrick’s penis was about to rip her into two. On the final downswing, Derrick thrust with all his might into Jocelyn making the both of them cum in a gratifying orgasm.
However Jocelyn was not done yet. Even though Derrick had already had three orgasms, she wanted the gratification yet again. Whispering in his ear for him to lie down, Jocelyn smiled at him mischievously and knelt on him, burying his penis into her cunt. As Derrick played with her reddened nipples, Jocelyn began to rock back and forth on Derrick’s member. As she rocked harder and harder towards orgasm, she moaned for Derrick, calling him to play rough with her. Amazed at her, Derrick pushed her off him and lifted her by the arms onto a nearby wall. Holding her in position with her back facing him, he rammed his erect member into her tight cunt again and again enjoying the feeling of her ass against his thighs. Unable to hold on anymore, Jocelyn arched her neck and screamed a silent scream as Derrick buried himself deep into her.
Letting her down from the wall, Jocelyn hugged Derrick tightly and thanked him for the beautiful experience. Putting on her clothes, she promised him that if she needed someone to send her home, she would definitely know who to ask for.
Working Saturday
I don’t relish the idea of working on a Saturday, though I often find myself doing so. I shouldn’t be so quick to complain though. This particular Saturday was an exception.
I had gotten to my office about 10:30 a.m., thinking I would work about three or four hours, get a few letters written and maybe catch up on some reading. I was dressed in shorts and a polo shirt, my weekend summer uniform. I hadn’t bothered shaving, though I took a long shower to wake myself up and to try and motivate myself for “weekend work.” Things were going amazingly well when I heard the main door to the office open. I thought maybe it was the cleaning people (I had purposely left the door unlocked so I wouldn’t have to get up and let them in if I heard a knock at the door). I stopped what I was doing to listen. Nothing. So I figured they were about their normal Saturday routine, emptying waste cans, dusting and the like. I went back to my reading. I thought I was losing it, but I soon heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps. Then, before I could move out of my desk, there was someone standing in my office doorway.
“Hello, Tom.”
“Hey, Linda, what are you doing here on a Saturday?”
It was Linda, her last name escapes me, but she works on the same floor, down the hall. I think it is some charitable foundation or something, but forget that, Linda was, to say the least, really attractive. I had often thought about asking her to my weekend place about forty miles outside the city, but never really got around to it. She is a brunette, about five foot five or so. Her hair isn’t long, but it isn’t exactly short, all I can say is the way it frames her face makes her very appealing. She has large, round breasts and it seems as though her nipples are always erect (or is that just my oversexed mind reacting to a very sexy stimulus?). Her legs seem unending and I have to say, I’ve fantasized about her more than one time, though we have but a casual acquaintance.
“I actually saw you come in, Tom, and just thought I’d drop by and say hello. You know, I’ve been meaning just to stop by and get acquainted, but time always seems to get away from me.”
“C’mon in Linda, I’m ready for a break.”
I hope my inner lust wasn’t showing. Looking at her standing there…she was also in shorts…they were a bit shorter than mine and I was imagining things I probably shouldn’t have been imagining. She had on a sleeveless cotton shirt, sort of like a polo type shirt. She was in sandals, which, as she sat down, she kicked off.
We chatted for awhile about inconsequential things such as the weather, work, recent movies we had seen. I was wondering about how I might break the ice and ask her out, and maybe engage in some other types of recreation with her. It was then she got out of her chair and acted as though she was leaving.
“Hey, where you going so soon?”
“What makes you think I’m leaving, Tom?”
Without saying anything else, she turned back into my office, and, as she was walking towards me, began lifting her shirt over her head. I should have realized it, but underneath, she was braless. I was so surprised, I couldn’t even gasp! I have never seen tits like those. I mean, they were perfect, round, nipples full and erect. The brown area around her nipples was the perfect shade of tan that complimented her hair (listen to me, am I crazy)? Before I could say another word, she unbuttoned her shorts and let them drop to the floor. She was wearing simple cotton bikini briefs, but I could see the outline of her pussy lips through them (or was it just me “seeing things” again?). She said nothing and came over to me as I sat in my big swivel chair. She unbuttoned my shorts and pulled the zipper down, reaching in she took out my now erect penis. I simply sat there, like an idiot, with my mouth half open.
“What’s the matter Tommy, cat got your tongue?”
I gulped as she began stroking the shaft.
“Tom, stand and take these damn shorts off, both pairs.”
I did as she instructed. That done, she pushed me down in the chair and I watched as she continued stroking my member. She cupped her right hand around my balls…as I recall the events of that afternoon, I think of her slim, perfectly manicured fingers…you know some people just have great hands, no pun intended. She was still rubbing gently, feeling up and down the length of my cock when she leaned forward and put the tip between her soft, full lips. I just sat there and looked on as she took the head in her mouth and began swirling her tongue around, caressing it. She took me out of her mouth and began tracing around the head with her fingers.
“Tommy, did anyone ever tell you that you have a really nice piece of meat here? I mean the length, the girth, perfect for a Saturday afternoon snack.”
With that she placed my penis in her mouth again and this time began fucking it in earnest. As she took me into her hot mouth and lowered it up and down my entire cock she began sucking as she withdrew me from her mouth and then she would thrust down again. I could feel that sexual tension mount as she continued. My organ stiffened in her mouth, you know like happens when climax is imminent. She sensed this and withdrew me from her warm, wet mouth.
“Tom, rest for a minute.”
At this point she stood and removed her panties. I gaped at the dark triangle between her thighs. Her pussy hair was a soft brown color. It was trimmed so that it outlined her very swollen vaginal lips. I could see that her juices had seeped out of her opening and made her lips kind of shiny. I instinctively stood, and this accentuated my erection even more. Neither of us said a work. Linda pushed the magazines I had been reading out of the way and slid on top of my otherwise clean desk. I approached her and she lifted her legs so that they were over my shoulders. She wanted to be fucked and I wanted to fuck her so badly I couldn’t stand it any longer. I eased closer and brought my stiffness close to her opening. Before joining with her I couldn’t resist spreading those beautiful pussy lips with my fingers. I could see her clit, swollen, wet and ready and the pinkness inside her vagina was smiling at me as if the welcome me into her. I couldn’t wait any longer. I put the tip of my penis inside her opening and pushed forward a bit and then I placed my hands under Linda’s ass and eased my organ into her pussy. I pushed it in as far as I could go…I saw her clit rubbing against the top of my shaft. I began slowly thrusting in and out of her pussy by pushing and pulling with her ass…what an ass, let me tell you. She was extremely wet inside and very warm and stimulating. She began contracting her vaginal muscles around my stiff hose. As I was pumping in and out of her I fixed my eyes on her ample tits. They seemed to change color and the nipples seem stretched to their limit.
“Tom, touch my breasts, I’m gonna cum and I like having them fondled…”
She was barely audible. I could see her eyes glaze over. I took my hands from under her ass and gently massged her nipples….I could almost feel the sensation traveling from them to the area between her legs…I could feel her pussy tighten as she began to moan softly. I knew she was climaxing. She shuddered for what I felt must have been two minutes. Then, she did something that surprised me.
“Tom, please, pull your cock out of me…just trust me for a second.”
I was mesmerized by her and I did as she asked. I began sliding my penis out of her vagina and I watched as my cock reappeared. She sat up slowly and slid off the top of the desk…she led me over and made me sit back down in my chair. She took my very aroused organ in her hands….I was very wet and slippery from having been inside her for the past twenty minutes or so.
“Tommy, sweet man, just sit back and let me make you happppy”
At this point I was so turned on I was almost blind and I think deaf. She began sliding her fingers up and down my shaft asking if it felt good. I couldn’t answer. She must have taken that for a yes because she took me into her mouth and began fucking me with her mouth as she had done before we coupled. She was teasing my balls with one hand as she did this….I have come to enjoy having my testicles fondled during sex and this was bringing me to the point of no return. I felt my insides tighten and the rest of me began becoming as stiff as my cock. Linda knew this and began sucking on my penis as my orgasm began. That sucking feeling on my cock and the gentle squeezing of my balls was creating such a force inside that I knew I couldn’t contain it but a second more. As I began erupting, Linda began sliding my cock out of her mouth so that I could see myself squirting what seemed like an endless stream of semen into her mouth. It was dripping out and a few drops landed on her tits as I kept squirting more into her mouth. When I stopped ejaculating she put me back into her mouth and gently massaged my over excited organ until I began to relax.
She took me out of her mouth and kissed the head of my penis.
“Thank you so much, Tom. You know, I never knew what I tasted like until I tasted your cock after it was inside me.”
I couldn’t speak. I was at a complete loss.
“Okay, listen, I have to run. If you’re not doing anything for dinner, would you like to come over to my place? I’ll whip something up for you.”
I thought to myself ‘I bet you will/’
“I would love that, just tell me where you live.”
She told me as she replaced her clothing and then left as quietly as she came. I was left sitting naked in my desk chair. It was two o’clock. That was certainly enough work for a Saturday.
An Intimate Encounter
The cold October night air caused Jane’s breath to condense as it escaped her mouth, forming large clouds of mist as she made her way home from the party. It was a little after 1am as she travelled the short distance through the deserted streets to the small flat that she called home.
The party had been good. Not great by any means, but Jane had certainly enjoyed herself despite the fact that she now made her way home alone. On the whole she had been very well behaved this evening, whilst still managing to attract a reasonable amount of interest from the various men present. She hadn’t gotten too drunk, although she could still feel the alcohol coursing through her body, giving her at least some protection from the bitterly cold temperature. She hadn’t made a fool of herself at any point or appeared too desperate, although she had to admit to herself that she was rapidly getting desperate for even the briefest of lustful encounters.
Jane frowned as she turned left off the main high street and into the long narrow lane that served as a shortcut to the road where she lived. She couldn’t understand it. She considered herself to be a very pleasant woman; sociable, easy going with a sense of humour that seemed to get people laughing so why was it that she oftend found herself making the trip home unaccompanied.
Jane was a very attractive woman and always had lots of men drooling over her gorgeous body. In the right circumstances she wasn’t shy of displaying her body to the full through her choice of revealing clothes, and yet, she could never seem to ‘close the deal’. Tonight she thought she had looked especially stunning. and had managed to turn the majority of male heads and even some of the female ones too. She was 5'5", with deep blue eyes and long blond hair that, when allowed to run free, stretched down to the middle of her back. Her body was slender but not skinny; curvy in all the right places with a very generous bust and legs that apparently ‘went all the way up’.
The slinky black dress she had worn with its non-existent back, plunging neckline and hemline that barely reached the middle of her thighs was complimented by her modest high heels which further arched her back and calves. Her hair had been teased up into a complex affair and pinned in place, with tiny wisps escaping here and there to give a soft, whimsical effect. In short the two hours she had spent getting ready tonight, in her opinion, had produced the overall effect of a sophisticated, intelligent gorgeous woman who looked devastatingly sexy whilst not being tarty. At least that was what Jane had been aiming for.
She pulled her coat tighter in around her against the cold and sighed with frustration as she hurried on down the dark lane, her sigh the only sound other than the rhythmic clicking of her heels on the pavement.
On the bright side, she mused, she would have a nice relaxing hot bath when she got home and take her frustration out on one of her vibrators. That thought cheered her slightly and she felt a warm tingle across her nipples as she pondered on which vibrator would best sate her lust tonight.
“God, I’m dying for a shag” she exasperated to the empty night air.
“Sorry?”
Jane stopped dead, startled by the sound of another voice. She hadn’t noticed the man who had been approaching from the other direction and was now standing a few feet in front of her.
“I didn’t say anything.”, Jane lied unconvincingly; flustered and embarrassed by her most personal exclamation. She scanned the man who stood in front of her, acutely aware that she was a woman alone walking through a darkened street at 1am. Adrenaline started to flood through her body and her stomach tightened as she tried to work out whether she was in danger here.
The man before her was, she guessed, in his late 20’s early 30s, a few inches taller than her and had very short mousey brown, slightly thinning, hair. He wore black jeans and a short jacket zipped up against the weather. His face seemed pleasant enough and at that moment displayed an expression of total shock.
“Sorry, I thought you just said that you needed a shag”, the man said looking uneasily at Jane.
Jane blushed deeply and shifted from foot to foot averting his questioning gaze.
‘Why am I still standing here’ she thought to herself. ‘Just apologise and walk away’.
But Jane didn’t walk away, she stood there for a moment unable to move trying to think of something to say. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was shock, maybe it was the fact that she was dying for a shag and this bloke was outstandingly qualified in the sense that he was a man and he was here. Whatever the reason she stayed rooted to the spot.
“err…. well actually I did, but I was only thinking aloud and didn’t even notice you were there to be honest”.
Not the greatest of retorts, Jane thought but it could have been worse.
“Oh, right” the man said and seemed to hesitate for a moment before adding with a nervous smirk, “…anything I can do to help?”.
Jane was even further shocked at this. Did he just proposition her? She didn’t even know his name. The man had obviously just noticed the shock on her face because his smirk faded to an expression of concern.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry, that was totally out of order.” he blurted his face flushing to a crimson.
“I didn’t mean…well I shouldn’t have…oh god you must think I am some sort of weirdo or something…shit sorry” the man babbled as he stepped aside and hurried past her.
Jane turned as he swept passed her and did some very quick thinking. Surely she couldn’t press a liaison with this stranger… could she? it was wrong and he could be an axe murderer or something. On the other hand if he was an axe murderer, surely he wouldn’t have just run away from a veritable gift victim. The thought of having a stolen moment with a complete stranger excited her dramatically causing a slight tingling between her legs. He was rapidly disappearing out of sight though, so if she was going to do something she decided she had to do it now.
“Hey, wait” she called after him and started to walk in his direction.
The man stopped and turned round with a puzzled look on his face. Jane had made her decision and she knew exactly how she wanted it to go. No messing around, no long chat or forced pleasantries, just lust and that was it. As she walked she let her coat fall open revealing her outfit and alluring towards her sexy body that lay beneath.
‘I might as well get the ball rolling straight away’ she thought to herself.
“Yes?” the man asked, wide eyed and confused as he saw Jane walking towards him, her coat hanging slightly open hinting at a gorgeous body underneath.
“I’m Jane, and actually you can help me out with my problem. " she said. She was about 10 feet from him now and started to sway her hips slightly as she closed in.
“The only thing I want to know is your name and that’s it…..deal?” Jane said slowly as she walked slowly towards him with a sexy smile and a glint in her eye.
“My name is J-John” the man replied dumbstruck at what was happening.
“Well…J-John”, Jane teasingly mimicked his nervous stutter. She stopped a couple of feet from him and placed her hands on her hips pushing her coat open revealing her lithe body and pushing her breasting out slightly, “What about that shag then?”
Jane didn’t even wait for a reply, instead she walked the final step towards John and pressed her lips to his in a slightly tentative kiss. When John didn’t pull away she became emboldened and the kiss became more passionate. Jane parted her lips slightly and John slipped his tongue eagerly into her mouth. Jane let her hands encircle John and she pulled him into her body feeling his chest pressing against her breasts and the rough texture of his jeans against her thighs.
John’s arms slipped under her coat and around her back caressing her shoulders as the kiss intensified. He slowly ran his hands down her back and onto her full buttocks. Jane moaned softly into John’s mouth as his hands stroked and squeezed her bum cheeks forcing her body even closer to his.
Jane was suddenly aware that they were standing in the middle of the street and whilst it was deserted it was still to risky to continue this out in the open. She broke the kiss off abruptly leaving John with a startled expression on his face. She searched the immediate vicinity and noticed a small alleyway between two buildings on the other side of the street.
“Come on” she said as she took his hand and led him across the street and down into the small alleyway which was dimly lit by an ancient looking wall lamp towards one end.
Monsoon F**k
It was raining hard, well, after all, it was the monsoon season. Yeah, monsoon. It’s a funny sounding word but believe me, the rain it produced wasn’t funny by any stretch of the imagination. It had been quite a few years since I was in Southeast Asia and some of the old memories were coming back to me. I was in what used to be called Saigon on what I loosely refer to as “business.” The company that I was in this city on behalf of had provided me with an office in an office building downtown (and I use the term loosely). I was looking out the window of that office (on the 7th floor) and wondering how the hell I was going to get the two blocks to my hotel. I sort of chuckled because there really was no “good way.” I decided though that I’d had enough for the day so I grabbed my umbrella (not that it would do much good) and locked up and headed for the elevator. Outside, it was as though there was a wall of water that descended from the heavens. I opened my umbrella and commenced getting totally drenched as I walked the two blocks to my hotel. I mean there was no use in running, it would only make me wetter.
One thing I will say about Asia, well, this part of Asia anyway, is that if you are an American business person and you are staying in a hotel in Ho Chi Minh City, you certainly get quite a lot for your dong, no pun intended. The Hotel used to be called the Eden Roc years ago and was now operated by Hilton, or Sheraton or one of those big hotel outfits. I was on the 15th floor in a suite. It was very comfortable, small kitchenette, mini bar, bedroom, large sitting room and “office.” It was comfortably furnished in western type décor. I was looking forward to getting out of these wet clothes, getting into a hot shower and just relaxing with one of the many books I had brought with me for this trip. I put the key into the lock of the suite door and opened. Instantly, I knew that either someone was there right now or had been there recently. There were fresh flowers on the bar that separated the kitchenette from the main sitting room. There was a pleasant, incense-like scent in the room. I was wondering as I took off my jacket and began unbuttoning my shirt, what was going on.
“Mr. Jones, don’t be startled….”
I turned and saw this Asian woman dressed in what I thought was my bathrobe (it had the hotel monogram on it and I had been using it).
“Your company asked me to come over and keep you company.”
“Really?” I said, incredulously.
“Yes.” She said, simply and left it at that.
Well, Asian women are small and they always have black hair and this woman was no exception. What was different about her, I noticed as she let the robe drop to the floor, is that she had larger breasts than most and I wondered if they were real. But, I wasn’t going to ask.
“Yes, they are all mine” she said in English that was almost unaccented, a rarity with Asians.
At this point, I didn’t know what to say. I felt kind of stupid standing there with this naked Asian woman. Well, I guess she didn’t leave me too much more time to feel stupid because she took my hand and led me back towards the bathroom and my bedroom. We got to the bathroom (which was very large and contained not only a shower, but a spa on sort of a pedestal). She began unbuttoning my shirt as I just stood there speechless. After she did this she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, easing them off me. I stepped out of them and watched silently as she folded them and walked across to the bedroom to hang them up.
“What, may I ask, are you doing, Miss?” I summed the energy to ask.
“Well, for starters, as you Americans would say, I am called Meg, not my real name, but that would be hard for you to pronounce. You look tired, and chilled from the heavy rain. I am going to bathe you and make you feel better.”
“Oh, I see.”
The spa was already filled and the steam was rising from the water. Meg poured something in the water and twirled it with her arm. She stepped down and put her hands in the waist band of my shorts and removed them for me. I have to say looking at this naked woman had started getting me a little bit hard, I mean, what the hell. Anyway, she commanded me (you know Asian women have this ability to sound commanding, whether or not that’s what they are intending) to step up into the spa. I did as I was told and damn, that water was hot at first, but was very relaxing. I don’t know what it was she put in the water, but I tingled all over. The next thing I knew, she was getting in the tub with me…well, it was a lot bigger than your normal, run of the mill, bath tub. She didn’t sit though but took this large sponge which she had positioned on the ledge of the spa and squirted some clear liquid on it. She began washing me….my back and shoulders and my chest. She told me to stand and when I did, she put the sponge down and squirted some of that clear stuff in her hands and rubbed them together. The next thing I knew, she was rubbing the insides of my thighs and then reached around and was soaping my ass, between the crack and all. Now she was gently washing my balls and my dick, which was getting kind of large. I mean it doesn’t do that when I wash myself, but standing there while a strange Asian woman is washing your cock, well, it was responding. She didn’t say anything but told me to sit down in the water. I did as she bade. She rinsed me off with the sponge and then told me to sit on the ledge of the spa. Once again, I yielded to her “command.” I was semi-hard and kind of getting turned on. I was sure it was improper “form” to say anything, so I just sat there as she took me in her hands.
“You’re growing, Mr. J.” she said without smiling.
She stroked the inside of my thighs again and without saying anything, put my cock into her mouth. She sucked in away that I had certainly never been sucked before. I got harder and harder and soon, the head of my prick was getting that shiny color it gets when it’s all excited. Without a word, she stopped, got up and told me to do the same. We got out of the tub and she led me down the two shallow steps to the floor of the bathroom where she reached for a large towel and began patting me dry. She took great care to be very gentle with my private parts (she even dried between my ass crack).
“Let’s go into your bedroom” she said.
Discovering Cath
My friend Cath and I have known each other for over 15 years and supported each other through a series of marriage and relationship breakups. Yet in all this time, there was a secret that I had never guessed.
Cath called me a few days ago to say something I had ordered from her catalogue had arrived. I arranged to go over and collect that evening. Cath has recently started seeing someone new and I was keen to hear all the details about him.
It was a fine summer evening and we sat out in the garden enjoying a glass of wine. I asked Cath how things were going with Mike. She told me just great. Mike was a lot younger and I could tell that Cath was enjoying every aspect of a relationship with a man not much more than half her age! However, I could tell that there was something she needed to tell me but was finding difficult.
“What is it Cath?” I asked gently “Is there something that Mike’s doing you don’t like?”
“No”, she said “It’s something he WANTS me to do”.
It turned out that Mike had told her he wanted to see her with another woman. He wouldn’t touch either of them, just watch them and masturbate. He had first asked for it to be a friend, but when she said none of her friends were lesbian or bi, he suggested advertising in a contact mag.
“The thing is” she told me, “It’s not doing it that I mind, just the thought of it being a stranger”.
The silence hung between us for a few minutes. Since I was very young I had always had lesbian fantasies and a few experiences along the way, but had been happily married and had put all of it to the back of my mind for several years. Now I had to confront my feelings and also help my friend.
“Cath” I said “Would you like it to be me?”
Now it was her turn to be shocked. “I never thought…” she started to say. I shushed her, telling her not to worry. This was the best way round her dilemma. I didn’t have to do anything that I felt would be really unfaithful to my husband.
We talked about what arrangements we would make with Mike. He had a really fantastic house a few miles away with a pool and jacuzzi and that would be the best place for it all to happen.
Cath suggested that perhaps we ought to ‘practise’ before our real scene with Mike. I felt my pussy begin to get very hot. I said I needed a shower, and maybe we should jump in together.
Cath has just spent some money fixing up her bathroom and it has a big walk-in shower with plenty of room for two. We got naked and found some foamy shower gel. I turned the shower on and took the head out of its holder. I got the temperature so it was just barely body heat and got Cath wet all over. Then, while she did the same for me, I got going with the lathering. I gently ran soapy hands over her back and shoulders and ass, then to her breasts, running my thumbtips around her nipples. She gasped a little, and her arousal got me even wetter. Standing behind her, softly, I massaged her mound, running streams of water over her then very slowly ran a finger between her pussy lips. I opened her pussy lips and turned the shower stream to pulse onto her clit. She arched her back against me,c rying out in pleasure. She was already very close to orgasm, but I didn’t want to rush.
Now it was my turn. She turned around to face me and gave me the shower gel treatment. She was just as gentle when it came to touching my pussy for the first time, but I couldn’t control myself and grabbed her hand, holding it tightly against me, as I came and my juices flowed. My orgasm was heightened as she slid a finger into me, and my vaginal walls pulsed, holding her finger tightly.
When my legs had stopped shaking, I washed the soap off both of us and we got out, wrapping outselves in big fluffy towels.
Cath sat on the edge of the bath, and spread her legs. I knelt down and kissed and licked her from knee to thigh. She pulled my head to her, and I spread her lips and tasted her honeyed pussy. She handed me a small pink vibrator and I turned it on, running it up and down her pink surfaces and against her engorged clitoris. Her head was back and she was moaning. I slid the vibrator into her, moving it in and out, and lapped her clit. In seconds she was grabbing my hair and nearly screaming as she came.
We went to her bedroom and spent an entertaining hour or two 69’ing and playing with her selection of vibrators. We especially enjoyed her double dildo. It was the first time she had used it with someone. We got it all the way in, so we could rub clits. What an orgasm that was! Then I showered again, I didn’t want to go home smelling of hot lezzie sex!
When I got in, my husband was in the study, playing a computer game. I fed the cats and got a drink of juice. I could still taste Cath’s pussy and would need to clean my teeth before bed. We had great sex that night, but he would have been shocked to know that I was re-living my encounter with Cath.
Next time I’ll tell you about what happened with her and Mike.
Cath, me and a little of Mike
I called Cath the morning after our first lesbian experience. She said that after I had left she had called Mike and told him everything that happened. He was away on a business trip and in a hotel in London. He had been watching an adult channel on the TV, but Cath’s story was far hotter!
Cath arranged a time for us to go over to Mike’s house. I told John that Cath and I were meeting up with another old friend who had moved back into the area. He never questioned me, always trusting me completely and I felt a bit guilty.
Mike’s house was fantastic. He had moved there only recently after making a large amount of money on foreign exchange trading. The house had belonged to a rock music celeb. who had moved to a Caribbean tax haven. There were two swimming pools, one outdoor and one indoor with a jacuzzi to the side of it.
He poured us large glasses of champagne and led us on a guided tour. It was more luxurious than anything I had ever seen. When Cath excused herself to go to the bathroom, we were in the main bedroom. Mike was a bit obsessive about tidiness. The room looked like a magazine feature, no clothes laying around, all surfaces clear, just a single book on the bedside table next to an electronic alarm clock. I was looking at the view from the balcony, but he had a question to ask.
“Are you and Cath long-term lovers?”
“No” I replied, in perfect honesty. “She only told me a few days ago what you wanted, and we did it then for the first time”. I looked him straight in the eyes and hoped that his promise not to touch me would hold out. He was good looking and had a fine muscular body, but I had no desire for a man tonight. It was Cath I was looking forward to caressing and tasting again.
We went back downstairs and out to the pool house. It was warm and steamy, and the windows to the garden misted up. Not that it mattered, there was no other house for a couple of miles, and we would not be seen.
Mike suggested Cath and I had a shower to ‘warm up’ while he had a swim. The shower was open to the pool area, no doors, so he could see our initial playful caresses. He swam a couple of lengths, naked, then leaned on the side of the pool to watch us. We couldn’t see, but he was already getting a hard on, even in the cool water.
Cath had been looking forward to my attentiions and came quickly with my tongue lapping her and squirming right inside her. We got into the jacuzzi and I sat on one of the water streams while Cath massaged my clit. It was a fantastic sensation. Mike got out of the pool and came into the tub with us. His erection was impressive, and I had a sudden desire to see it filling Cath’s pussy while I licked her clit. I was to get my wish later, but meanwhile I was enjoying Cath’s fingers and her mouth on my nipples, along with the water jets playing on my pussy and I climaxed. Mike suggested that we use the futon mattress that was laid out by the window. Alongside it was a selection of dildos and vibrators. Mike sat in a chair close by, his bathrobe open and stroking his cock. The aim of the evening or him was to see me satisfy Cath in as many different ways as possible and I wasn’t going to disappoint him.
She lay back on the mattress and opened her legs wide for me, her pussy facing Mike. I turned around so she could get to my soaking slit too, and picked up a big black rubber vibrator. It was ribbed and veined and had a head like a huge dick. When I turned on the motor, it seemed to have a dual motion, extending and contracting by an inch or so, just under the head. I used a little KY on it and rubbed it up against Cath’s pink inviting pussy. She wriggled and pulled me down onto her face.
I felt her fingers inside me and returned the favour to get her going. Then I slid the monster dildo into her an inch or so. She had no trouble opening up to accommodate it. I pulled it out and ran the vibrating head over her clit again. I wasn’t sure how much of this she could take, but I pushed it back into her vagina till a good 3/4 of it was inside. She really loved it, and shoved it in the rest of the way herself, writhing in pleasure with the in-and-out motion deep inside her. I helped her come, my fingers rubbing her clit. As I withdrew it, she oozed juices and I lapped them, licking the dildo too.
She used another similar vibrator on me, and her mouth at the same time, using her teeth on my clit . My orgasm was really violent and I found myself screaming out. Mike was amazingly still in control, although he was jacking off faster now. Cath and I gave ourselves a few moments rest, kissing gently, rubbing each others pussies with the lightest touch till our orgasms subsided and we were ready again. When I started to get really aroused again, she turned around, back to Mike and gave me another hard tonguing. Her wet open labia were right above my face, and I was not surprised to see Mike’s engorged penis rubbing against her then sliding inside. I’ve seen similar on vids and the Net, but never close up. It’s the most amazingly arousing experience, seeing your best friend get fucked and love it.
I helped by holding the base of his cock as he thrust hard inside her and licking Cath’s clit. This time they both climaxed together, and as Mike withdrew, my face was showered with a mix of her sweet juices and his sticky cum.
We relaxed in the jacuzzi again before the next round. When Cath went to get more champagne from the kitchen, Mike asked me straight out if I wanted sex with him and I told him no. He didn’t look very happy and I was afraid that he might force it, but he didn’t. It was just the one bad moment of a fantastic evening though. I lost count of how many times I came and made Cath come with mouths, fingers and toys. Mike had some more fun too, getting sucked off by Cath while I used a strap on dildo to drill her, doggy position.
We have already had another session on our own since, as Mike is away for a few weeks. Cath has the key to the house so we can have full use of the pool and jacuzzi. It’s a wonderful place to have sex, but I’m afraid Mike will realise that Cath prefers my attentions to his if we have another threesome in the future.
The Pussy Barber
One of the things about women and sex I have always loved is their pussy hair. I have always thought it best to get right to the heart of the matter, so I make this statement early on.
I had been going out with Annie for about a month. We had had sex a few times and, it was great. She had one of those beautiful pussies that sort of pouted when she got turned on. Well, you know, the large lips became engorged, got pink and jutted out to meet my lips or my cock or whatever. I have always gotten very hot over red heads and, yeah, you guessed it, Annie was a red head. It was last Friday, I think. She had invited me over to her place for the weekend and we figured we would rent some moves, get some take out and just fuck a lot. Well, that was never stated explicitly, but that’s what was in my mind, anyway. I went home first to pick up a few things and then drove over to Annie’s. I knocked at the door and proceeded to enter, as I usually do when I go over to her house. She was standing in her kitchen in a very short robe and I wondered what the hell she had up her sleeve…or her robe, hehe.
“Hey, hi, you, c’mon in, I’m getting a few things ready.”
“Like what? I’m here, what could you possible want to get ready?”
“Well, I have a favor to ask of you, and you don’t have to do it, if you don’t want, but, if you do, there’s something in it for you.”
Oh, I’ve heard that one before, but you know, I was still very much in lust with Annie and I would probably do anything she asked me.
“Well, I want you to play barber for me.”
As she said this, she let the robe fall open. She was naked underneath and I couldn’t but help looking down at her pussy. Well, not just her pussy, but her tits were something to mesmerize you. Her pussy though was surrounded by very fine red hair…a little darker red, not the carrot color you always think of when you think of a red head. No this was fine and there was a lot of it though she had kept it in a nice, neat triangle.
“So, what’s the deal about being a barber…is that what you said?” I answered her.
“Well, honey, I want you to give me a pussy shave.”
I stopped, sort of stunned. A pussy shave? Well, I mean I’ve done a lot of things, but never a pussy shave.
“Annie, you mean you want me to shave your pussy hair off?”
“Exactly. I just want to experience it. I mean all the times I’ve had sex, I’ve always had this bush and I just want to try it “free.””
Well, what she was getting ready were all the “barber” supplies. I checked them over: an electric clippers (small), two safety razors, some shaving cream, some towels, some kind of lotion.
“Is there anything else you will need, master barber?” she asked me.
“Well, I think I’m going to need a basis of warm water.”
I took care of this myself, using something I found in one of her cupboards. I got the water temperature just right and headed with the basis for her bedroom. I went back and got the other “instruments” and called for Annie to come into the room.
“Annie, you lay on the bed, with your legs over the side and spread them so I can kneel between them.”
“OK,” she replied.
She laid on the bed as I had instructed and I began getting one of the small towels soaking in the water. I reached for the battery operated “electric” clippers and started to kneel between her legs.
“Hey, you’re not going to work on me dressed like that.” she said.
Without saying another word she got up and began taking off my shirt, then my pants, socks and shoes, leaving me with only under shorts. And today, for some reason I had decided to wear briefs instead of my usual boxers. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me very provocatively, making sure her breasts rubbed against my naked chest and making sure she pushed her hips close to mine, swirling her hips against my penis.
“Annie, I thought I was going to be a barber, but you’re turning me on and into something else.”
“So, can’t you handle both things?”
Well, that little action on her part had the effect of making my member begin to grow as we stood there. I mean just the sight of her naked breasts and that hot pussy was enough to start it. I pushed her back to the bed and she resumed her position as the client.
I turned on the clippers and began to gently trim the pubic hair shorter. It was a bit long, so I had to be careful not to move to fast and hurt Annie. But, easy does it. I trimmed off almost all of the longer hair surrounding that cunning and fragrant cunt. Then I went over to the basin I brought in and squeezed out the small towel, bringing over to the bed. Annie was sort of leaning up on her elbows to see what I was going to do. The towel was pretty hot and my idea was to do what a “real” barber” would do, that is soften the hair with the warm, moist towel. At first I patted the towel against her pussy lips and where the longer hair had been. There was still sort of a “five o’clock shadow’ around it and I couldn’t resist kissing each of the lips before applying the towel. Annie didn’t say anything.
As the towel was moistening and softening the pussy hair still left, I maintained my position kneeling between Annie’s legs. I began stroking each of the toes on her right foot (she had very nice, smooth feet, nice toes) and I went up each leg, and then stroked the inside of each thigh. I lifted the towel a bit and I could see droplets of moisture forming just outside Annie’s vaginal opening and I knew this was having an effect on her. I took the towel off and felt the hair, carefully inspecting each of her large, now swelling pussy lips with my fingers. I could feel that warm, slippery lubricant between my fingers so I tasted it and it was the beginning of that pungent, aromatic flavor that seems to find its way out of a woman’s vagina when she’s aroused. I took the can of shaving cream and put a small amount on my fingers and began spreading it gently over Annie’s pubic area and over each large vaginal lip. I just knelt there for a minute while the cream did its work. I realized I was really quite arouse myself, so I stood and saw that I had a full blown erection. I lowered my briefs to free my cock and Annie asked me to move closer. She leaned up and took my organ in both hands, stroking gently, careful not to mess up the shaving cream on her pussy.
“When you’re done, Mr. Barber, you get to be the first one to try me out.”
I knelt back down and reached for a safety razor. I began wiping a bit of the cream off so it wasn’t so thick. Then I took the razor and gently began removing the remaining pussy hair, rinsing the razor off in the basin before beginning the next “stripe” of pussy hair. Before I made the next stroke down the middle of Annie’s pubic area, I thought I should be more careful, so I inserted my middle finger into her now very lubricated pussy hole. It felt warm and slippery and I was definitely aroused. I used my thumb to act like I was smoothing out the area I was to shave and then I would move it down to get a feel of her clit, just below. I could see it was engorged and I think it was throbbing a bit. I continued my shaving and soon finished. I took the second towel I had moistened and began wiping the remaining cream off Annie’s cunt. She leaned up and tried to see exactly what I had done. I know she couldn’t get a real good look, but I told her I would make sure she had a good look. I did bring in a small mirror for this. I felt her pussy area and it was just like she was a young girl. Smooth, her large lips swollen and now quite wet with her juices. I stood and took my cock in my hand. Instinctively she moved closer and I inserted the tip of my cock into her opening so I could get it moist with her juice. I then pulled out and began rubbing the tip of my penis against her clit. I just teased it and watched it grow a little.
“Oh please, put it inside, I’m so close, I’m gonna cum, baby, please.”
I didn’t say anything, but I lifted her legs so that they were over my shoulders and put my cock into her opening, easing myself in and waiting a moment while she shifted her position to allow me to come in more deeply.
“Here, look in this mirror.” I said
I held the mirror so she could see my cock finding its way into her newly shaved pussy. I stood there for a minute or two letting her look then I put the mirror down and put my hands under her ass so I could get the leverage necessary to fuck her properly. I pushed all the way into her cunt and she was so wet inside and so tight. As I brought my member in and out of her she fondled her nipples and then began moaning and I knew that she was ready to climax. I pushed her back on the bed so that I could position myself above her. I wanted to feel her tits against me as I went deeper into that soft, smooth pussy. She arched her back and I could feel her internal muscles squeeze my organ and I felt that pulsation as my cock began to throb like it does just before I shoot my load. Annie sensed this and grabbed my balls as I shot into her. It was the first sex experience I had with a shaved pussy and in this case, I was the pussy barber. To say it felt good is an understatement. It did make Annie and I just a little bit closer and somehow I felt that my experience as a pussy barber would lead to more pussy!
Floating Orgasm
It had been a long winter and I hadn’t gone anywhere since the seminar I attended in Miami in January. Yeah, the seminar and the woman ….well one woman out of a couple thousand that had probably attended. Her name was Ann Mc Allister, but damn if I had even thought to ask where she was from, oh well. My mind was back in Chicago now, where my body was. Like I said, it had been a long, cold and rainy winter in the Windy City. My condominium was right downtown and overlooked Lake Michigan. Sometimes that was scary in and of itself..that Lake might as well be an ocean and is sometimes more ferocious. May can be a great month in this area and right now that was the case. I decided to go for a walk along the lake and left my place to take the elevator down the 30 floors to the ground. It was sunny and probably in the mid 70’s, not bad for old Chi Town.
I decided to hoof it down Michigan Avenue and then cross over to one of the many walks lakeside. I was just enjoying the balmy breeze off the lake and the everyday sights we Chicagoans enjoy. I was wandering around Buckingham fountain, recalling some of the many visits made there as a child when I saw someone I thought I knew. I just couldn’t place her. As I walked around the enormous fountain and got closer to her I thought for a minute….it sure looked like Annie Mc Allister, but hell, that would be too much of a coincidence. Then I hear :
“Hey, Mike, over here…it’s Ann, you know Ann Mc Allister from the meeting in Florida.”
“Yeah, I am seeing that now. Ann, how are you, I mean this is just too much meeting you here by the great fountain!”
“Hey, it’s not as strange as you think.”
She didn’t give me time to ask for an explanation, she just took my hand and led me down a couple of sets of steps to the sidewalk.
“Where are you pulling me Annie, girl?”
“Just wait, you’ll see.”
We walked for a few blocks south and soon came to the entrance to the huge marina, or I should say one of the huge marinas found lake front. She led me on a crisscross of walkways until we came to the enormous (well, to my way of thinking, humongous) yacht. We stopped in front of it.
“Well, what do you think, Mike?”
“Think about what? I mean it’s a big boat.”
“I own it, Mike and I wanted to show it to you.”
Things were moving much too quickly. I leave my home to take a walk in the park, so to speak and I run into this woman I met at a seminar in Miami Beach, Florida four months previously. She appears out of nowhere and acts like it was only a day or two before that she saw me. I don’t know where she is from and, hell, I don’t know if she really is Ann Mc Allister. All I do know is that she seduced me in Florida and made one evening there very special for me. In fact I will say I don’t think I’ve ever attended a seminar so well before.
Before I could manage another thought she had my hand again. We were climbing a ramp to the main deck of the yacht. I was flabbergasted by the size of the whole thing.
“Ann, this is magnificent…what kind of …”
I never got to ask what kind of business she was in. We were entering the main cabin, I guess it was the main cabin of the big boat. It was like the most plush living room I had ever been in.
“So, what do you think? Want to be a sailor now?”
“A sailor? Hell, the only time I ever drove a boat was on Lake Geneva in Wisconsin and that thing was only about 12 feet long and had an outboard motor on it.”
“You won’t have to drive this, believe me, in fact, you don’t drive boats, silly.”
Well, I don’t know what you do with them and I don’t even know what the names of all of the ‘stuff’ on a boat are called. I mean, I know they call the kitchen the galley and the bedrooms are called staterooms or cabins or something quaint like that. My mind was flooded with all kinds of visual information that it simply didn’t know how to process right now. Ann, I noticed, was removing the light jacket she had on. Underneath she was wearing this sleeveless, ribbed knit blouse, or sweater or something. All I knew was it looked great on her and made those magnificent tits really stand out. Whoops, I guess I should have referred to them as breasts, now that we were here in the civilized world of Chicago.
Before I had another thought, Ann came over to me and put her arms around my neck and began kissing me. Those kisses brought back some very fond memories.
“Hey, what’s going on here?” I managed to get out.
“I’ve missed you all those months and I just wanted to give you a hello kiss.”
“Well, I can live with that.”
Before I knew it she was unbuttoning my shirt, damn, was this some sort of dream or what?
“Annie, I mean we just came on board, what are you doing? Is anyone else on board with us.”
“No, I gave the crew and staff the day off.”
She continued relieving me of my clothing. I was standing in this great salon with nothing on but boxers. Ann was now removing that sexy sweater or shirt she had on. As I might have guessed, no bra on either. She had been wearing shorts of some kind and those had been “lost” to reveal dark green silk bikini briefs. She took my hand as she always did and led me over to this very big, very overstuffed chair and pushed me down into it, but not before relieving me of the remainder of my duds. I was now standing-sitting with a very huge erection looking into the eyes of an almost naked sexy woman who was continuing to push me backwards. I finally gave in and let myself fall into the comfortable chair. Ann pulled my legs apart and was now kneeling between my legs and s+++ing the insides gently. She told me just to sit back and enjoy what was going to happen. She lowered her head so that I could feel her breath on my organ. She kissed the tip of it and took hold of it with one hand, s+++ing it up and down. The other hand she cupped under my balls and massaged them gently. Damn, I had to admit I was definitely liking this but was definitely confused. Ann came closer to me and said nothing but put the head of my penis into her mouth. She teased it with her tongue and then began taking as much of my shaft into her mouth as she could. I could feel the back of her throat as she took me in to her mouth. It was warm and very wet and I was getting quite excited. Without a word, she raised her head and began licking the shaft with her tongue. Then she began licking my balls…they were tense with the expectation of total release as she ran her tongue over both, teasing each with little licks. Then my cock was back in her mouth and she began sucking as she took me in and out of her warm mouth, much the same as I would have done had I been inside her vagina. That unmistakable tension was mounting and I could feel an orgasm was imminent. I hadn’t had sex for some time and I knew it was going to be a gusher. I said:
“Annie, I’m going to cum any second now, I mean if you don’t want me to come in your mouth….”:
“Mike, shhhh, please, you’re breaking my rhythm.”
About a minute later I feel the contractions as my penis began its orgasmic physiological reaction to her superb stimulation. I gasped as I began to ejaculate into her mouth. She kept her s+++e up and the waves just kept coming and throbbing….finally I couldn’t stand the pleasure-pain any more.
“Annie, please?”
I could see that her eyes were closed. She opened them and let my penis slide out of her mouth. She licked her lips and I could tell she had swallowed my semen.
“I could tell you enjoyed that, Mike, I love doing that to you. C’mon, get up and come with me.”
I got up slowly, my erection had hardly subsided and I was still internally throbbing with the pleasure of a superb orgasm that had just taken place. She let me out of that magnificent salon and we were going down a narrow hall, I supposed to one of the bedrooms, oh pardon me, staterooms. We went into one, it must have been the master suite and we walked through to a bathroom as large as any in a regular house. She turned the water on in this locker room size shower and we waited a few minutes until the steam was beginning to rise.
“I’m so horny now, Mike, can you help me?”
I stepped in after her and her arms were immediately around my neck kissing me. I pulled her close and I could feel her stiff nipples against my chest. I put my hands on her ass and pulled her closer to me. This doesn’t normally happen to me, but I was definitely getting another full erection. We were close…she could feel me stiffen and took my member in her hand and moved closer to me. She began rubbing the head against her clit…well I wasn’t looking down, but it was warm and slippery and each time she slid my organ between her legs she gasped. Finally, she said
“Mike, I’m going to climax, I want you inside me.”
I lifted her up and she eased my erection into her vagina, wrapping one leg around me and pushing me inside her all the way. I used my hands underneath her but to move her up and down against the base of my penis until I heard her begin to almost cry as she began climaxing. It seemed as though she throbbed for several minutes and I could feel the very pleasurable contractions of her vaginal muscles on my penis. I knew in a second that I was coming again and pulled her tightly against me as I released more of my hot juice inside of her.
“OH GOD, MIKE, DON’T STOP FUCKING ME.”
We let our genitals spasm together for what seemed like hours. I could have stayed there another hour feeling myself inside her. My erection was not subsiding and I do believe we could have spent the rest of the afternoon joined in that steamy shower. I had also figured out that I did indeed know Ann Mc Allister from a different place and a different time, but that’s another story, no not just a story, stories, wow!
The Sex Technique Institute
Gina and I had come up with the idea last summer and we spent the entire winter working out the details and in a few short days, the first session of our Sexual Techniques Institute would begin. The weather was perfect so many of the sessions would be held outside. We had purchased a hundred acres out in the country and with the help of several friends erected the beginnings of a lodge we hoped to develop into plush accommodations for the participants in our program over the next months and years. There was a lot of work to be done, but our first “class” would at least be able to enjoy the beautiful countryside location in a place where the climate was as near to perfect as you could get.
What our institute was going to do was teach people how to have really good sex. At the beginning we decided to accept ten members of each sex for the two week session. We interviewed each of the applications we received (we got over 120 for the twenty spots we would have in the first session). The interview consisted of a several step procedure designed by Gina and me to insure that everyone would get the biggest bang for their buck, no pun intended. There was a psychological test administered by a licensed psychologist. Then there was a review of each applicant’s application answers with the applicant, in person. Finally, there was a second interview with either myself or Gina depending on whether the applicant was male or female. This part of the interview was conducted with the applicant completely naked. If the applicant was a woman, I would be the interviewer. If the applicant were a man, Gina would be the interviewer. Before the person entered the room for this final “interview” he or she would be instructed to remove all clothing. One of our assistants would then usher the applicant into the interview room and either I or Gina would be sitting in a reclining chair, tilted back. Let me give you an example of one of the interviews I conducted with a young woman named Melanie that we ultimately accepted for the first session. I readied myself for the interview by removing all my clothing and stimulating myself until I was fully erect. To let you know what I look like: I am about 5”11, 170 lbs. I try to work out a few times a week. Fully erect, my penis is seven inches long and six inches around. I know because this was part of our “self-assessment.” I’m not huge by any stretch of the imagination, but I can effectively use my equipment with the right partner. Anyway, I was sitting there stroking myself when the assistant led a completely naked Melissa into the interview room. I stood (and of course this accentuated the now very positive aspects of my body) and said “Melissa, I’m Jack and I’d like to welcome you to STI.”
Before I continue, let me say, Melissa was very attractive. She was (according to the information provided by her) 5’4” tall and weighed 117 lbs. She had blond hair. She did have blond hair and she had blond pubic hair as well, Her breasts were ample, by my estimation 36C, with perfect nipples that were somewhat aroused (a good sign in a place like this).
“I’m happy to meet you, Jack.”
She took my erect penis in her hand and stroked it saying “Glad to meet you too!”
“As you know, Melissa, the purpose of this Institute is to assist our clients in having the best sex they can. Not just today, but everyday of the rest of their lives. We are also confident that our clients will be able teach what they learn here to others.”
I invited Melissa to have a seat, which she did. When she sat down she kept her legs apart and I could see that small drops were forming at the bottom of her vaginal opening (another good sign). As I questioned Melissa about her sexual interests I kept stroking my erection, careful not to stimulate myself to the point of orgasm. I was going to advise Melissa that she should feel free to touch herself in anyway she wanted as we talked because the more information I could glean from both our conversation and from my observation of her, the better chances she had for admission.
“Jack, do you mind if I move much closer to you. I would like to examine your penis closely, it helps me learn something about the man I’m talking to.”
I motioned her to move closer and she actually kneeled on the floor between my legs and took my penis in her hands quite gently. “Jack, you have a moderately large penis, I would guess you are about 7?”
I told her I was about a half inch longer than that by my own measurement. I let her continue with her examination. She circled her finger around the head of my cock, feeling the ridge which was now quite engorged. She then formed a circle with her thumb and index finger and encircled my organ. She ran the circle up and down my shaft.
“I think about 6 in diameter? Is that about right, Jack?”
“Very good, Melissa.”
She took my balls in her fingers, cupping them both with her right hand. She could never know this in advance, but this is one of the things that can quickly bring an orgasm for me. I gasped reflexively, not in pain but in complete pleasure.
“You know, Jack, one of the things I learned early on is that there are as many nerve pleasure centers in a man’s scrotum and balls as in his penis and I can see this is definitely true with you.”
“Unhuh.” is all I could manage.
Without saying anything else, Melissa brought her face closer to my organ. She could see there was some pre-cum oozing out of the hole at the tip. She ran her tongue across, licking it off.
“Slightly salty taste, I like that. I like it when men dribble, it’s just sexy.”
She then proceeding to take me into her mouth and then as she began drawing me out she sucked on me and the sensation was amazing. She stood up then and began to sit down.
“Melissa, are you a virgin?”
She responded that she was not, but that she was very tight. She also volunteered that she regularly exercised to strengthen her vaginal muscles. She stood again and walked toward me. She took my hand and brought it to her velvety pussy and I began feeling the soft pubic hair which was now becoming damp and fragrant. She bent down and lowered the arms to the reclining chair I was sitting in.
“I would like to demonstrate to you Jack just what I have and what I can offer the Institute.”
She straddled me and as she lowered herself on top of me, guided my erection into her vagina. She was very well lubricated and she moved easily to accommodate my entire organ inside her. I took her hips and moved her up and down over my erection and asked her if she would mind if I sucked on her nipples. All she did was nod so I held her left breast gently and brought the nipple to my mouth. I let my tongue caress it to full erection and then I did the same with her right breast. I could hear her breath more heavily.
“Jack, how could you have known that kissing my nipples sends jolts of energy right between my legs?”
I didn’t know, but I could have guessed. She lifted herself off of me and knelt again between my legs. She took my cock in her mouth again and this time sucked until I began to climax. She slid me out of her mouth so that I could watch as my cum squirted into her mouth. Before my cock stopped throbbing she had me again in her mouth and then began licking the entire organ. I could see a small drop of cum at the corner of her mouth. Melissa then sat on my lap sideways so I could massage the area between her wet pussy lips. I did this for only a few moments when I could tell she was climaxing.
We relaxed for a moment and I asked her if she had any other questions about the Institute.
“Well, what kinds of things will we be doing?”
“I don’t want to spoil it for you, Melissa. Half the fun is in the surprise but I will tell you that the session begins in two weeks and I want to welcome you to the first class.”
She smiled, turned and walked out with the assistant to get dressed.
Later that day I told Gina about her and that I had accepted her on the spot. Gina told me about one of the men she had interviewed and said that she thought he would be an excellent partner for Melissa, especially when we got to the Sex Playground part of the program. She told me his name was Peter.
Well, I think you have a feel for what might be happening at the STI in the weeks ahead. I think you see what kind of applicants might be successful as well. Make Sure you get you application in as soon as possible!