Final Satisfaction
It was just supposed to be one of those no-strings attached situations. Somehow it turned into more. Maybe because the sex was so great and Rebecca knew tonight would be no different. She’d already gotten over twenty messages on her phone, teasing her and she’d be lying if she told him they weren’t making her wet.
Rebecca got to Jason’s early, not like it mattered. It had been a week since she saw him last. A week of torture waiting to see him again, remembering all the things he’d done to her. He was rough but not too rough, made her feel like a slut and whore but not so much so where she felt dirtier and more used than she was. Last time was a night she knew she wouldn’t soon be forgetting, and doubted Jason would forget either.
It wasn’t a night for her pleasure, it was all about him, but it didn’t stop her from getting pleasure out of it. One thing she knew she was superior to other women at was giving head – maybe because she got off when she was doing it, or just enjoyed doing it. It didn’t matter to the men she’d been with and Jason was no exception to that. When she saw him that night she didn’t even say anything to him, just went after him in the doorway, pulling down his pants and taking out his dick. He must have been playing with himself on the way here, she thought to herself since he was almost completely hard. She didn’t lead him in to sit on the couch. She used his pants to cushion her knees slightly and started stroking him, lightly at first and then started to get rougher. She teased the tip with her tongue, tasting the little bits of cum that were leaking out already.
Jason was getting tired of the teasing so he grabbed her at the back of her head and started to guide her open mouth onto his dick. Rebecca didn’t resist and took it as an open invitation. She kept jerking him with her right hand and cupped his balls in the other. Still swirling her tongue around the head and being encouraged by Jason’s hands on her head and neck, she started taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth, until she couldn’t breathe anymore. Jason eased up his grip and she started bobbing up and down on his cock, taking a little and using her tongue and then going as deep as she could, having to open her jaw wider to accommodate her hand still jerking him off.
“That’s it you little whore” Jason moaned, “Swallow the whole fucking thing.”
And it certainly wasn’t from a lack of trying but Rebecca just couldn’t get all of it, but she managed to get her nose to touch his stomach. She held him there in her throat and ran her tongue on the underside of his cock, feeling it pulsate. Moving her head back and forth she kept him in her throat and in her hands she could feel his balls spasm and she knew he was going to cum. Not one to back off, she started bobbing on his cock again and very quickly her mouth was full of his cum, some dripping out from the corner of her mouth and down her lips and chin. She waited ’til the blast was over, gently licked and cleaned him up and then cleaned up herself, licking away the cum from her lips and fingers.
If last time was any sort of indication of what was coming her way, she knew she was in for a treat. The door was unlocked so she let herself in. The water was running, so she stripped down just leaving on the new red and black lingerie and went into the bathroom. Jason was already in the shower, unaware of anything around him, stroking his hard cock pretty fiercely trying to get off before she showed up.
“Not interrupting anything am I?” she asked coyly, peeking around the shower curtain. “You look a little busy there.”
“Just a little,” he replied, not taking his hand off his dick and continuing to stroke it. “Why don’t you join me in here?”
She didn’t need to be asked twice. The water was a perfect temperature and before long she wasn’t just soaked between her legs. The lingerie hugged her curves more perfectly now being wet. She took Jason’s hand off his dick and put it between her legs, spreading, encouraging him to pleasure her. He didn’t even waste time, starting right away with two fingers, but giving her room for her own fingers to ravage her clit since he had a firm grab on her ass, pulling her to him. Rebecca moaned in pleasure while Jason finger-fucked her and soon stopped fingering her clit and just let him take over. She came in succession quickly and then grabbed the towel and jumped out, pulling him out along with her. “Come here, I want you to fuck me. Now.”
Still dripping from the shower they only made it to the doorway of the bathroom. Rebecca got on her knees and stuck her ass up in the air and turned around to face Jason, who was still rock hard and ready to cum. “You know what to do,” she told him, grabbing her pile of clothes to bury her head in to try to muffle the screams she knew she’d be producing. Jason didn’t need any more encouragement than a wet and ready pussy staring at him, begging to be fucked. He got on his knees behind her and slammed his cock into her, bouncing off her cervix and slamming her again. It caught her off-guard but she wasn’t complaining. She liked it rough and he was so turned on it didn’t take much to accommodate that urge. He got up on his feet, squatting behind her, and starting thrusting hard into her g-spot, hitting it every time. Even Rebecca had lost count of how many times she’d cum since she got there, and she didn’t feel at all guilty remembering the times Jason came on her face or fucked her in the ass – all in the same night.
Pretty soon, he was thrusting fast and hard and she could feel his balls bouncing off her clit, only adding to her pleasure. Her moaning and screaming was drowning out the sound of anything around them, his grunts accentuating her feelings moreso as she began to lose her voice from screams of pleasure.
“Ready for it?” he asked, almost challenging her to say no as he thrust hard rhythmically into her, pushing her almost into the wall in front of them.
She barely managed to squeak out “yes” between all the primal noises that she had no control over making. Jason made sure he had good balance and a strong hold on her hips and pounded away at her, causing her to yip. He could feel the tension in his balls and shaft and thrust even harder as his orgasm finally overcame him violently, the last thrust causing Rebecca to fall onto her stomach with him on top of her, still inside as his cock spasmed, filling her cunt with his juices.
“I hope you enjoyed that, you little slut,” he said, slowly pulling out of her, grabbing his cock to paint her ass with his cum and her pussy juice.
“Mmmm, I did,” she said, twisting around to face him. “Just remember though, we’re not done yet.” She scrambled away and grabbed his towel to clean herself up and walked around the apartment naked, stretching. “Not done at all.”
“Is that so? Don’t tell me your pussy hasn’t been throbbing with pleasure.”
“Oh no, it definitely has. Still is. I’m just not totally satisfied yet. Call me selfish, if you must.” She smiled. The sex with Jason gave her a power over him that she wasn’t quite willing to turn over any time soon, and it was far too early for this night to end already.
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“So tell me,” he said, “what is it you want now?” Again there was that tone of challenge in his voice, and she’d be damned if she would ever turn that down.
“I want,” she walked back and stood over him, her legs slightly parted with his cum starting to drip down her left leg, “you. And I want you to finger my ass and get me ready to take your cock so we can get down and dirty.” She traced her finger around his chiseled face, around his lips, letting him take her finger in his mouth and suck on it lightly. “And while you’re finger-fucking my ass, I want to suck your cock clean and lick your balls, getting you deep into my throat, drowning out the moans of pleasure from your playing.”
He was entranced. He never would have guessed from his friend’s description of Becky that she’d be as adventurous and as kinky as she was. Even looking at her on the street, not knowing her, would he have ever thought that. Boy was he wrong! He nodded and followed her as she walked away from the hospitality of the bathroom and into the living room.
“Lay down, please.” She motioned to a spot on the floor, and he walked over on his knees and laid down where she asked him. Rebecca straddled him in a 69 position so he could finger her ass and cunt while she sucked his dick. Jason could still smell her, and her smell mixed with his was sweet and enticing. He looked at her ass and remembered what it was like the first time he fucked her in the ass, totally hot, and knew that soon he’d be doing it again. Rebecca hadn’t even done anything to him yet and he could feel himself starting to get hard again. “Mmmm thank you for the approval,” she said turning and smiling at him.
It was a quick smile because soon her mouth was on him, tongue swirling around the head and hitting the sensitive spot just underneath. She was making good on her promise to try and get him deep in her throat. Her mouth felt warm, smooth, silky and amazing. He was lost in the pleasures she was giving him that it wasn’t until she stopped that he realized he was being too selfish. He started fingering her pussy, getting his fingers wet and teasing her. He’d fuck her and twist his fingers in her and around her g-spot, causing her to squirm and break her concentration on sucking his cock. He reached around with his other hand and diddled her clit, jerking it like a small cock needing more encouragement to stand out. She was so wet that he didn’t need any other source of lube to get three fingers in her ass. As soon as he started fingering her ass, her moaning vibrated on his cock and gave him shivers of pleasure. He knew he was really distracting her now, and soon she stopped all together. Using both hands, Jason finger-fucked her cunt and ass, while she pushed herself back closer to him, not wanting to let him be able to get away.
Suddenly, she lurched forward and turned around, so she was straddling him and facing him at the same time. He sat up and his cock was at full attention. “Help me balance” she asked and he obliged. She lowered her ass onto his cock and it sent shivers up her spine. The feeling of being filled up was different to her ass than her pussy and it was almost instant orgasm for her. But not yet.
“I want you to finger me while I fuck your dick with my ass,” she said in a sultry voice and a small smirk on her face. Then she gave him a deep passionate kiss that immediately let him know she wasn’t just saying it. She meant it, and wanted it. She started bouncing up and down, slowly at first allowing her body to adjust, and then faster and harder. His fingers struggled to keep up with her movements, so he gave her three fingers to bounce on as well. Her orgasms were some of the most intense she had, all that pressure built up inside of her, more and more and Jason was nearing his own time to cum.
Rebecca grabbed him by the head and kept kissing him, sometimes sweetly; sometimes she was more aggressive, depending on whether or not she’d just cum again. He grabbed her hips and helped her fuck his dick, while up and down she bounced.
“Fuck me,” he grunted, “I want to cum in your ass.”
“Oh you will,” she said. “I want to know if you’re ready. Are you ready to cum yet?”
“Yes, but I want to hear you tell me what you want.”
“Jason,” she leaned in and whispered, “I want you to cum in my sweet little ass.”
That was all it took. He slammed her down so the full length of his dick was in her ass and he came more intensely than before, his whole body shaking from the experience. He was totally spent, and Rebecca smiled, finally satisfied.
The End
It was just after one in the afternoon when Cathy finished cleaning up the house. She felt a slight headache coming on thanks to pairing of household cleaners and her racing mind. Sighing heavily, she made her way into the front living room and was just about to plop herself down on the couch for a rest when a knock on the door interrupted.
Slowly walking to the front entrance, she was too tired to even glance out the window to see who it was. Shaking her head, oblivious to who it could be, she proceeded to open the door.
“Ben!” She yelped, the same disbelief and panic from the previous night washing over her as her hand covered her mouth in astonishment.
“Hello Cathy.” He replied as he walked in nonchalantly.
Pushing the door shut slowly, she turned to face him in complete astonishment. She found herself staring at him, into his enchanting blue eyes, and immediately remembering all those times. Their times of extreme pleasure and passion… of hot and wild sex.
“What… what are you doing here?” she questioned, feeling weak.
“I felt bad about just showing up here last night,” he replied, a sly grin appearing at the corner of his sexy mouth. “That wasn’t fair to you.”
“Okay, thanks for stopping by. No worries.” She rushed the words, hoping he would leave without saying another word. But her eyes were not quite as persuading as her words.
He did not move. She watched as Ben’s sensual eyes travelled up and down her body, and she cursed herself for feeling a sense of regret for not wearing something more flattering.
Cathy was dressed comfortably, wearing what she would any given day spent doing some chores around the house, and though she was not dressed to the nines so-to-speak, she still looked good. She wore a comfy off-white v-neck top, cut low enough to show the tops of her braless breasts, and a matching pair of form-fitting yoga stretch pants that nicely clung to her still youthful looking ass and shapely legs. Her luscious flaxen curls were pinned atop her head in a neat bun, with a couple of wavy tendrils cascading down on either side of her face.
“Actually,” he finally spoke, breaking the silence that had accompanied his evaluation of her appearance. “I had to come by… I couldn’t stop thinking about…”
“You should go,” she cut-in, not wanting the conversation to go any further for fear of where it, and her emotions, might lead her.
Ignoring her suggestion, he slowly sauntered deeper into the house, casually looking around as he walked through the dining room and stepped into the kitchen.
“Ben, please…” she continued.
Again, he paid no attention to her words, instead glancing around the room.
“We had some good times in this house,” he commented, finally turning his gaze to her as she joined him in the kitchen.
“That was a long time ago,” she replied meekly, trying to avoid eye contact.
“I think we did it in just about every room in this house Cathy.” He answered, his matter-of-fact tone taking her aback and leaving her almost speechless.
“I, umm…” she tried to find the words.
“God, the way we used to make love to each other all afternoon…” he continued, his confidence rising.
“No.” She shot back firmly. “We never made love. We fucked. That’s it.”
Whether it was guilt or her own sense of pride, she knew she had to voice her opinion on the difference.
“Wow,” he replied with a smirk. “Cathy I never heard you talk like that. It’s kinda sexy.”
“You should go,” she quickly countered, realizing that her words of defiance were actually a turn on for him as she stared into his eyes and saw an all too familiar look. She swallowed hard and turned away from him, steadying herself against the kitchen counter. “Ben, please…”
“Last night I couldn’t stop thinking about all the times we… fucked.” Again he ignored her request for him to leave. “How we used to fuck for hours on end… how you used to beg me to fuck you.”
She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, almost as if they would block out the sound of his words.
“Tell me you weren’t thinking about it Cathy,” he continued, moving closer to her. “Tell me you didn’t lie in bed remembering how good we were together.”
“Please… don’t…” she whimpered, trying to combat her emotions.
“Tell me it doesn’t turn you on thinking about fucking me. Thinking about how much you loved fucking me.”
She felt him move in behind her, his body pressed tight against hers.
“Ben…” she began to plead, but could not find the words.
Slowly his hands reached up to her head and slowly slid the pins out of her hair, her mane cascading freely down to her shoulders in silky, golden waves. He gently ruffled her hair a little, her blonde curls bouncing to life. She could feel his rigid cock pressing against her ass and his warm breath through her hair and onto her neck. A tingle ran through her entire body.
“Tell me it doesn’t excite you Cathy.” He whispered, his nose pressed into her soft curls.
She stared down at her expensive wedding ring, feeling the rush of tears brimming around her eyes. He was right – she was excited.
Without warning, his hands quickly moved around her body and came to rest atop her chest, his fingers brushing firmly against her erect nipples. As a surge of excitement sped through her body she cursed herself for not having a bra on.
“You are excited aren’t you?” He breathed in her ear. “Your nipples are so hard baby.”
She could feel her body betraying her with each second that passed as his body remained pressed tightly against hers. Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, she tried to convince herself that she did not want it. As his hands slowly slid down off of her tits she let out a small sigh of relief, but it was a reprieve that would not last. Quickly, she realized exactly where his hands were travelling to.
“Just how excited are we?” He growled as his left hand slid under the elastic waistband of her stretchy yoga pants.
Knowing full well what he would find should his inquisitive hand move any further south, she grabbed his wrist in an attempt to stop him from discovering just how excited he had made her.
“Ben… please…” she whimpered as she struggled against him, both physically and emotionally. But she was losing both battles. He was too strong and her own feelings were sabotaging her defences. Half of her wanted to have mad, red hot sex with him but the other half was warning her, reminding her of that guilt she had to live with and how much she loved her husband.
Unable to mount much resistance, she felt his hand moving deeper under her pants and his fingers slide into her thin panties. She let out a gasp as his index finger found its way onto her dripping wet pussy lips.
“Oh my,” he declared, feigning surprise. “What have we here Cathy?”
She could not even find words to protest as another finger moved onto her damp mound and began gliding up and down. The only response she found herself capable of was a low moan as she felt his hips slowly begin to gyrate behind her, his stiff manhood grinding into her ass in rhythm with his fingers against her cunt. She knew she was getting wetter by the second.
All of a sudden another jolt of excitement shot through her as she felt his fingers slip fully into her hungry pussy. Slowly and methodically he began to slide them in and out, his pace increasing gradually with each cycle. Another moan escaped from her lips as she began to lose herself in his touch. She even found her own hips beginning to move in turn with his, matching the grinding of his pelvis against her ass. It did not take long for their movements to take on more of a thrusting motion, driving his hard dick into her and, in turn, her pussy into his skilled fingers.
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“That’s it,” Ben encouraged, “fuck my fingers.”
Practically incapable of any resistance at this point, she did as he said. Together, they thrust their hips forward and backwards, sending his fingers deeper and deeper into her cunt with each push. Her body shivered as she felt his lips against her neck as the two of them masturbated her pussy.
“Fuck…” she groaned, an orgasm quickly growing between her legs.
“Is that what you want Cathy?” He asked, his mouth barely moving away from the flesh of her neck.
Increasing the speed at which his fingers were darting in and out of her sopping wet hole, he moved his lips up to her ear as she grunted an incomprehensible response.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes! Oh God, yes. Fuck me!”
Admitting her lust, her cunt exploded in orgasm, her juices covering his busy hand as she let out a long, loud moan.
Ben spun her around sharply, his strong hands securely on her arms, staring at her with wild eyes. His lips went to hers, his tongue plunging into her mouth, and they both groaned deeply. Quickly, his hands moved onto her waist, tugging at her pants somewhat impatiently as his rock hard erection rubbing against her belly through his blue jeans. Finally he succeeded in disposing of her pants, harshly forcing them down to the floor. He abruptly picked her up in his arms and commenced on rushing up the stairs and towards the bedroom.
Moving into the bedroom, he dropped her rather brusquely on the red silk sheets of the bed, and then slowly backed away. Cathy lay on the bed, waiting lustfully as she watched him begin to take off his clothes.
He undid the button of his jeans, not taking his eyes off her the whole time. Kicking off his shoes, he slid the jeans down, stepping out of them as his erection struggled against his boxer shorts. He pulled his t-shirt off over his head and chucked it aside. His body was lean and hard, just as she had remembered it.
Grinning curtly, his hands moved to the waistband of his boxers and he slid them down - slow at first, then faster, his dick smacking against his taut stomach as it sprang free. He stepped out of them and stood totally naked in front of her, all the while her eyes locked on his impressive cock. Moving to her on the bed, he dragged her body up so she was in a sitting position and easily ripped off her top, her full bouncy breasts exposed.
“God I missed that sexy body.” He proclaimed hoarsely as his hands went to cup her tits.
As his hands rubbed over her aching boobs, she took in his scent, the familiar aroma filling her nostrils, just as enticing and tempting as it had been years ago. Ben’s warm and strong hands roamed over her bosom, pinching at her slightly swollen nipples, making them even more puckered and red then they already were. Kneeling before her, he bent to suck heavily on her nipples, moving from breast to breast, the suction so hard that she let out a yelp of pleasure.
Gently, he lay her down on the bed and quickly began to trail his tongue across her face, down her chin and onto her neck. Cathy shut her eyes and moaned, his hand roaming over her smooth body, down her belly. He kissed her with a fiery passion as his hand slipped lower, over her hips and onto her wet panties. Stopping there, he let out a low, animalistic groan as he brutally tore her underwear from her body.
Her heart raced as he grasped her wrists in a vice-like grip and pulled her arms above her head, restraining her with one hand as he licked her heaving tits and the valley in between them. Releasing his hold on her wrists, he lifted her legs, placed one on each of his shoulders, grasped her hips, and roughly pulled her to him. Their eyes locked as he plummeted into her.
“Oh, Ben…” she purred, closing her eyes as he began to fuck her hot, yearning pussy recklessly.
Burying his hips into her, he thrust back and forth with vigour, taking her close to the brink of a second orgasm again and again. Whenever he sensed she was going to come, he slowed down, and then when her release waited patiently in the background he fucked her speedily. His game soon became too much for her, forcing Cathy to take control.
“I wanna ride you baby!” She cried out. “I need to ride that big fucking cock.”
With a devilish grin on his face, he gladly obliged, sliding his pulsating dick from her slick cunt and flipping onto his back. Taking hold of his prick, she quickly repositioned herself into a straddling position atop him. Not wasting any time, she guided his manhood into her waiting and wet pussy as she lowered herself onto it.
She began riding him long and slow, cowgirl style as his hands moved to her hips and guided her methodical motions. Gradually her speed increased until she was riding her lover like a wild cowgirl on a bucking bronco. The walls of her hungry fuck-hole gripped his cock like a vice as she fucked him for all he was worth.
“Fuck me Ben!” She cried out in passion, pulling him up so they we were both sitting up right. Instantly they embraced and kissed passionately as they rocked back and forth, as if one.
The couple fell to one side as their fiery lip-lock took over their lovemaking. Pulling away from her as they came to rest on their sides, he manoeuvred her onto her hands and knees facing the headboard.
“I’m gonna fuck your from behind Cathy.” He told her, his words choppy with his ragged breathing. “Hard and fast like the nasty little whore you are.” His degrading words turned her on even more.
“Fuck me baby! Fuck me like a slut!” She bellowed as he slid his still rock hard cock into her sopping wet pussy.
They fucked slowly at first, gradually building up speed with each thrust of his hips. As they fucked, he reached forward and grabbed a handful of her tangled and sweaty blonde curls, pulling her upright on her knees and pinning her close against his body. His lips found their way to her neck and he nibbled at her flesh, moving up to her ear where he stopped to whisper.
“Is that what you are?” He asked, his tongue gliding against her earlobe between words. “A slut?”
“Yes… oh, yes.” She moaned, his filthy words making her even hotter. “I’m a slut.”
“What kind of a slut?” He prodded, clearly just as aroused as she was by their dirty dialogue.
“I’m your dirty little slut.” She answered quickly. “Fuck me!”
“What kind of a dirty slut?” He urged, driving his dick deep into her with every question.
“Ben… please…” she pleaded, part of her still unsure of how far she would actually degrade herself for her own sexual release.
“You’re a dirty, cheating, little slut aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh.” She grunted - another orgasm building rapidly thanks to his relentless combination of fucking and degradation.
“Tell me Cathy - are you a cheating little slut?” He demanded.
“Yes!” She relented, desperate for another sexual release. “I’m a dirty, cheating slut!”
“That’s it baby,” he encouraged, sensing her imminent explosion. “You love cheating on your husband, don’t you?”
“Yes!”
“Say it slut! Tell me how much of a whore you are!” He demanded, his own orgasm beginning to rumble in his balls as he pounded into her.
“Yes! I love cheating on my husband! I love being a dirty whore!” She could not believe the words that were coming out of her own mouth. Even harder for her to believe was how much those words were adding to the sexual release building up inside her.
“You’re such a slut baby, I love it!” Ben groaned, unsure of how much longer he could last. “I want you to come on my cock slut. I want you to show me how much you love being a cheating whore. Tell me while you come on my cock.”
“Oh God, Ben!” She cried out, mini eruptions beginning to precursor her looming detonation. “I love your cock! I love fucking it! I’m a dirty cheating slut.” She began to stutter, her words cut off by deep breaths. “Fuck me. Fuck your cheating whore. Oh God, I needed your cock. I needed you to fuck me. I needed to cheat on my husband with you like a dirty slut. I love being a whore who cheats on her husband. I love being your whore.”
With that outpouring of words, Cathy’s legs became weak and she lowered back down and grabbed onto the headboard. Her head dropped and she gasped for breath as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her body.
Ben could feel her pussy quiver as she tried to cry out in ecstasy, but she could only gasp for breath as the orgasm was so intense she could NOT say a word. She dropped to her elbows and bit the pillows as she tried to somehow control her body and mind amidst her thunderous release. Finally, she cried out in bliss at the top of her lungs.
In turn, he shoved himself deep in her and grunted out his orgasm, squirting his hot thick cum deep within her body. Slowly, he collapsed onto her, panting and exhausted.
As they lay there, sweaty and spent, the smell of sex hanging thickly in the air, Cathy squeezed her eyes shut tightly. Here we go again, she thought to herself…
The End
One last story for tonight ! Pai Seh old man liao plus backache after tarma session yesterday .
My Invitation: The Grand Opening
Three days before Opening Night I called Kim just to make sure she was still planning to go with me. Business had me traveling for the weeks just before the opening and our contact had been by email only. I had arrived back in town just hours before I called her number. She answered the phone by saying, “I’m already wet, in anticipation of Friday night.”
I smiled and asked, “Have you something appropriate to wear?”
“You mean something that covers my naughty bits and leaves me open to exploration?”
“Yes! That would be ideal.”
“See through is Ok?”
“I’m certain it is more than Ok.”
“Then I’m ready. I want to dress for ease of removal between my house and the club. You Ok with that or would you like me in a little black dress and heels?”
“Ease of removal is my favorite style on you. I caution you against wearing expensive shoes to this party. I would think we will be spending lots of time without our shoes on and I wouldn’t want someone to go home in your expensive shoes, by mistake.”
“I wondered about that. I have some older heels that will go quite well with what I’m barely wearing.”
“If you’re Ok with this plan, I will pick you up at five. At six the limo will pick us up at my house. We will arrive at or before six-thirty. By eight I think we will be eating.”
“The limo?”
“Yes. I found out yesterday that the first twenty people who made reservations were offered limo service at no cost.”
“Ok! How about if I take Friday afternoon off and I bring my clothes to your house and get ready there?”
“Can I play with your body before the party?”
“I was hoping you would.”
“Then come on over. I’ll leave work at eleven-thirty and be here by noon.”
“Can I ask a question?”
“What?”
“Are you hard?”
“No. My dick is hard, I’m pretty easy.”
We laughed and the call was over. On Friday I arrived home less than a minute before Kim. She carried a small bag, her purse and a garment bag. I unlocked the door and held it for her. On her way passed me she kissed me and said, “Hi Honey, I’m home.”
I quietly said, “In my dreams.” I didn’t think she heard me.
I showed her where she could get ready and asked if she wanted anything to drink. Iced tea. I made a pitcher. We clinked glasses and I left her alone. In my home office I heard the shower running in my bathroom. My thoughts went to when we had showered together in her bathroom. My cock liked the memory.
After four I went to the other bathroom and showered and shaved and all the stuff I do to get ready for a date where getting lucky is a 100% guarantee.
Inside the club I would be wearing a Japanese Happy Coat. It was really a short robe that covered me just beyond the dangle of my limp cock when it, the robe, was tied properly. It would be so tied while we had dinner and thereafter I intended to let the belt live alone over the back of a chair somewhere.
On the way to the club I decided to wear old jeans, old western boots and a polo shirt. Ease of removal was what Kim said. I smiled as I dressed.
We met in the living room at quarter to six.
“We really don’t have time to play, do we?” Kim asked.
“Not before we go. I plan to play with you all night long.”
“I have a surprise for you. Do you want it now or at dinner?”
“Now!”
“Ok. Sit down.” I sat on my couch, right in the middle. Kim was wearing old heels, thigh high nylons, a black skirt and a forest green blouse. She straddled my lap and kissed me. As we kissed she unbuttoned the blouse.
When the kiss ended I looked down and she uncovered her breast. The nipple was now pierced and held a small gold ring with a tiny heart hanging from it. I looked closer. Engraved on the heart was an “N”.
“It’s my gift to you.” She said. I kissed it and played with the ring and heart with my tongue.
Kim moaned and said, “I knew you would make me feel it all the way to my pussy!”
I kissed/sucked it again and she moaned again with her hands on my head. Then she pushed me back away from her nipple.
“Want the rest of the surprise?”
“Damn right!”
She flipped open the other side of her blouse and I saw another ring, another heart. If she had another breast it would have been hanging from her other nipple. As it was it hung flat to her chest where the nipple used to be.
I didn’t hesitate. I sucked the ring and heart into my mouth and played just as I had with the first one. The reaction was moans and hands holding my head to her chest. I wasn’t finished playing with her new jewelry when the doorbell rang. We quickly gathered our belongings and went to the limo. Kim left everything at my house except the see-through clothes she would wear after we arrived. I took my ID, Kim’s ID, a credit card and my house keys.
When we pulled away from my place the driver said, “Please review the rules for tonight. We will be stopping to pick up one more couple on our way.”
We did stop in Brentwood in front of a very nice expensive home and another couple climbed in with us. They were about our ages and dressed like they had money. She was wearing a rock on the third finger of her left hand that screamed money. If it really was a yellow diamond of about four carets it was worth more than I made last year.
He was wearing an Italian suit, silk tie and also had a diamond on his hand. He shook my hand, kissed Kim’s hand and introduced us to his wife. His name was Jack, his wife was Crystal. She was wearing the little silver dress, shiny sliver hose and silver high heeled sandals. The neckline was low enough on her dress that both of her “D” cup breasts were almost half exposed.
When Kim and I looked at her chest she said, “Jack bought them for me. I just love them. I spent most of my life as barely a “B” cup.”
Kim said, “I’m impressed.”
Jack said, “Since we’ll be at the Club soon if you want to touch them you are welcome.”
Crystal flipped the front of her dress down and both tits bounced into view. Kim looked and then reached for Crystal’s tits. She hefted them and then leaned to the nipple of the one closest to her. She kissed it and sucked it for some time. When she let go Crystal said, “They aren’t as sensitive as when they were small, but don’t they look great?”
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We agreed and Crystal covered them for the rest of the ride. The car stopped inside a building. None of us had paid any attention to how we got to the Club or what it looked like when we arrived.
The driver let us out and ushered us to a double doorway. A big man in a suit stood by the door. We showed our invitation and he opened the door. For the next half an hour we were video taped, signed waivers and agreements and finally were taken to the dressing/undressing/locker rooms. I put all my clothes in the locker and put on the Happy Coat. It was white with Japanese writing on it. I had no idea what the words were or meant. Jack wore a short smoking jacket that was just long enough to cover his assets. It looked expensive and gaudy. When it opened I wondered where is dick was. I saw a nest of black hair and nothing else.
We left the locker room together. When I saw Crystal I wasn’t surprised. Great figure, made of plastic. She wore a thin robe that was floor length and hid nothing. Behind her I saw Kim. Her see-through robe was a light blue, barely hid her pussy at all and the gold of her new jewelry sparkled through the cobweb thick material. She was barefoot. So was I.
Jack took Crystal’s elbow and guided her toward the dining room. I embraced Kim and kissed her. She took hold of something sticking out in front of me and we went into the dining room. The man in a suit at the door said, “You must keep your cock covered until nine o’clock.”
Kim smiled and said, “One hand won’t cover it all. I either have to swallow it or put it in my pussy.”
“Just cover it with his robe.” The man smiled and answered. We went to an empty table and sat down. We watched the other couples come in, look around and choose where to sit. Kim and I saw a couple come in, look around and notice Kim. She said something to her guy and then she led him to our table.
“May we join you?” He asked.
“Certainly.” Kim and I answered.
They introduced themselves and we responded in kind. A silence hung over the table. I broke it.
“In a little over an hour we will see most of these people naked. We will see oral sex, anal sex, threesomes and sex from every position. Right now you want to know some things about Kim and me. Ask.”
“When did you lose your breast?” Mary asked.
“I didn’t lose it. A doctor cut it off because I had cancer, four years ago.”
She asked good questions and finally got to ask why Kim was here, exposed and not hiding the scars or herself.
“If seeing me gets women to check themselves more often, gets one woman to save her own life, than it’s worth it for all of you to see me.”
Another couple arrived at our table. She wore crotchless panties and a top that barely covered her breasts. He wore baggy shorts. They sat, introductions were made and before anything else the other couples arrived to fill our table. Five couples at each of six tables.
Dinner was served and soft music played in the background. The conversation at our table was about how we thought we got invited. I had no clue. I didn’t see anyone I knew in the thirty people having dinner. One man thought he had been invited because he donated to a museum that had a controversial art exhibition a few months ago.
Suddenly the woman wearing a non-see-through tiny top turned to Kim and said, “You only have one breast.”
“Yes. It was taken because there was cancer in it.”
“They left the piercing?”
“No. I had it done weeks ago as a present for Nick.”
“Oh. You give it to him and you wear it?”
“I get to look at them, play with them, kiss them, suck them and enjoy them. Sounds like a present to me, to me.” I said.
“I’ve never seen someone so open after having breast surgery.” Another woman said.
Kim explained her motivation to the people at our table. The woman closest to Kim’s missing breast asked if she could trade seats with her male partner. He moved and she sat next to Kim.
“Is the scar sensitive?”
“Sometimes I think they took my breast but left all the nerves. The good part is that it doesn’t hurt. You can touch, if you’d like.”
We all watched as the woman slowly, tenderly touched Kim’s chest. She avoided the ring and the heart. I said, “Suck on the ring.”
Her eyes went up to Kim’s face and Kim nodded. The woman leaned in and took the ring and heart into her mouth. Kim’s head went back and she moaned. Dinner was over. Dessert had just been served.
The woman sitting to my right asked if I would move, please. I did. She sat next to Kim and immediately took the other ring and heart into her mouth. Kim’s arms held the two women to her chest. She panted, moaned and said, “Yes!” often. In less than five minutes the fingers of both women were in Kim’s pussy and she exploded in orgasmic bliss. They backed off and let her recover.
When Kim opened her eyes both women said, “Thank you,” and sat back down.
“I guess that means dinner is officially over.” One husband said. He stood and eight hard inches guided him away from the table.
I sat beside Kim and asked, “Where would you like to go? What or who would you like to do?”
“I want to try a swing.” I helped her walk and we followed the signs to a swing room. We were the first arrivals. A man waited inside to assist us. We got Kim comfortable in the swing and at the perfect height for joining with me. I opened my Happy Coat and allowed my Happy body part to find it’s way inside Kim. A minute later as I slowly swung her onto and off of my cock a woman came up and said, “Can I suck you, please?” to Kim.
Kim nodded and the woman walked around to Kim’s side and bent to her scared side and sucked on the heart and ring. We joined and enjoyed being the focus of three other women and two men who wanted to suck and taste her breast and missing breast.
When I came inside Kim, she screamed and came as well. She was stimulated by my actions and the man and woman ministering to her chest. Hands pulled me back a little and when my cock slipped out of Kim a mouth engulfed it and cleaned me. Another mouth attached itself to Kim’s cunt and sucked all the juices and cum out of her. She came twice more.
“Enough!” she cried and I stepped in, rescuing her from further stimulation.
We went to another room. There were couches around a central bed on a platform. A man was fucking the woman on the bed. The woman was Crystal. He had her folded in half, her own legs pressed against her plastic tits. His long shaft penetrated her as if he were a plastic machine fucking a plastic woman.
Kim sat on my lap and snuggled in. After a while she said, “That was so intense.”
“Yes. I think something is going on between you and all those women.”
“They don’t even know it’s me. They are making it with their biggest fear.”
“What would you like to do now?”
“Get a diet Coke!”
We did. Then a couple came to us and sat by us. The man looked at us and said, “Pat has a lump. We go to the hospital on Monday. Can we talk?”
“Of course.” Kim answered.
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They were both anxious and scared. Talking with us and seeing how we were together helped. They said so. Kim let both of them experience touching her, tasting her and knowing she was honestly enjoying her sexuality even without two breasts. When they left us Kim said, “I’m so glad you invited me.”
“So am I. I think you are glad because it has opened so many conversations with the women about what they fear. I appreciate that but it isn’t why I’m glad.”
“And, why are you glad?”
“Maybe I’m crazy, but I’ve been finally realizing something. Every time I talk with you, every time I’ve been with you, every time I think about being with you, I’m happier, more excited about life than I was before.”
She smiled and leaned to me for a kiss. The kiss was soft and gentle. When it ended she only pulled back two inches.
“Furthermore, I am so touched by the hearts with an “N” in them. Someone else would have that mean they are a decoration for tonight. When you showed them to me I had them mean much more.”
Kim smiled again and softly asked, “How much more?”
“I made it mean that you love me… almost as much as I realize I love you.”
Our lips met again and her tongue entered my mouth. Her hands held my shoulders and then she ended the kiss.
“You’re wrong, you know.”
“I am?”
“Yes. I don’t love you almost as much as you love me.” She paused. “You love me almost as much as I love you.”
My hands held her face and we kissed again. Her hands held my cock and inspired a full erection. Before she could do more than inspire a voice interrupted us.
“Excuse me, this is an area where food is present. The rules require you to go somewhere else to play.” The fully dressed server spoke softly but made his point. We needed to take our activity to another room.
“Where would you like to go?” I asked.
“Anywhere where we can join as slowly as possible. I want to savor this joining like no other. You told me you love me.”
We went to a small private room and locked the door behind us. It had not been used or the staff had cleaned it perfectly since the last visitors. The sheets on the bed were lavender and high thread count so they were soft and inviting. Beside the bed a dimmer switch allowed us to control the light intensity. Kim lowered the lights to a soft level and molded herself to me. We explored skin and feelings for a long while, standing beside the bed.
When I sat on the bed I moved so my back was against the headboard and had Kim sit between my knees facing away from me. I used the lotion from the night stand and applied it my hands, to warm it. Once it was warm I worked it into and onto her shoulders and neck. Lightly and then more firmly my strokes warmed her skin and my hands.
She leaned forward and I worked lotion into her back. With long strokes near her spine and then out along her ribs and around to the front of her chest.
She made all the right noises as I worked her torso. I felt her body relax and her breathing slow.
I applied more lotion to my hands and then put them on her thighs. I started on the outsides and slowly worked my way to the insides. She leaned back against my chest and I found my lips near her neck. I could breathe in her scent and touch her neck with my kisses.
“Oh, Nick. You know my body better than anyone ever has. You kiss me and I melt.”
My finger slowly slipped inside her vagina, feeling her slipperiness.
“I can feel you melting.” I whispered.
She gently slapped my hand. I slid my fingers farther inside her. She sighed.
We sat holding and caressing for a while. I had the advantage; she was in front of me while I sat behind her. Then, she slowly turned and used her hands and mouth to pleasure me. Her kisses found my mouth and her hands massaged my shaft. I’m sure I moaned.
Her eyes looked deep into mine and I was lost in the look. Without breaking the eye to eye connection she lowered her head and took my cock in her mouth. The goal was not to get me off quickly. The goal seemed to be to get me so hot I melted in her mouth.
It almost worked. Before it did she stopped and moved onto my lap. She invaginated me and offered her breast and heart to my mouth. I accepted and took the heart on her chest in my mouth. My hand caressed her breast. She lifted an inch or so and sat back down.
Time didn’t exist. The Club didn’t exist. The Universe shrank to the size of the bed. Joined into a single being we moved together as one for as long as we did. When we increased the pace we smiled at each other and knew we were headed for a wonderful orgasm. A shared orgasm.
Kim’s head tilted back. She took a big breath and ground her clit and pussy against me. I lifted my hips and speared up into her. We groaned, moaned and it became a bellow from me and Kim repeating, “I love you! I love you! I love you!” Louder and louder.
We dozed with her still in my lap, my arms around her waist and hers around my shoulders and neck. When I opened my eyes she said, “I’m hungry again.”
We showered, dried each other and walked back to the food area. There were five or six couples sitting and enjoying snacks. We sat at a table where two other couples were eating. They saw us come in and motioned to us.
“Enjoying the evening?” A fiftyish man asked. He was mostly salt and a little pepper haired and wearing a gray Happy coat like mine. The lady beside him was no more than thirty, bottle blond with brown roots and ski slope tits. She also had a small tattoo on the side of her right breast of a scorpion.
“We are loving it.”
“We are too,” his lady said.
“Did you join?” He asked.
“Not yet.”
“If you join before the evening ends there is a three hundred dollar discount. I’d pay the full price, but the discount is great.”
I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure we wanted to join. Three seconds after I had that thought I realized I’d made an internal transition from me to we. The blond said, “I’m Janice and he’s Mike. We live in Encino. Can I ask a question?”
Kim and I nodded.
“What happened?”
“I had cancer and they removed my breast to save my life.”
“You sure seem healthy to us,” Mike said.
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“I am healthy.” She faced Janice and asked, “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure!”
“When was the last time you examined your breasts?”
“Mike does it, often.” She smiled and looked like she knew that wasn’t a good answer.
“Did anyone ever teach you both how to do it?”
“No,” they both answered.
“May I teach you?”
They nodded again and the next few minutes had Mike and Janice learning how to examine Janice’s breasts. Kim examined her first, then had Janice do herself. Mike wanted to learn so Kim had Janice stand in front of him and had him reach around her. They didn’t find any problems. Kim talked to them about how often they should examine and what to do if they felt any changes. When they sat back down Kim noticed the mood in the room had changed from sexy to clinical.
“Can we get out of the food area and play?” She asked.
We all stood and moved to the room with the bed in the middle. It was unoccupied. Only three other couples were in the room and they were spread out on couches near the walls. Kim went directly for the big bed and had Janice lie on it.
She turned to Mike and asked, “Can I watch you eat your wife?”
“Sure. I love eating pussy!”
He knelt by the bed and dove into his wife’s pussy. Kim went around the bed and lay beside Janice, facing her pussy. She said, “Nick, honey, it’s been almost an hour since I came last time. Could you lick me? Give me the tongue lashing I want?”
I went around the bed and gave her exactly what she wanted. She watched Mike as he ate his wife. And, she talked to him.
“Mike, go softly. Don’t press right now. Just touch her lips with the tip of your tongue.”
“Yes, just like that.” I listened and did to her exactly what she was coaching Mike to do.
“Mike, probe inside her cunt with your tongue. Don’t fuck her with it, just probe. Feel the slippery sides and taste the juices she’s making for you.”
““Does that feel good, Janice?”
“Oh God, yes! I love it!”
“Hear her, Mike? She loves what you’re doing to her. No hurry. Now suck on one lip. Pull on it with your lips, just a little. Oh, that looks so good.”
She paused and waited while Mike and I catered to her instructions.
“Use your hands, Mike. Hold her legs open and lick her from her taint to her clit.”
“Slowly, Mike. Slowly.”
“Foreplay isn’t a race, this time. Give her the attention every woman wants sometimes. This is you giving her pleasure. You getting pleasure by giving pleasure. Take a slow deep breath through your nose. Smell that? That is her body saying how much she loves what you’re doing to her.”
Kim’s pussy smelled like heaven. I loved how she tasted and smelled.
“Oh Mike. Press with your tongue, right next to her clit. Then move your tongue around her clit. Yes! That’s perfect.”
“Mike, you are an attentive lover. Can you feel her starting to quiver? I can see her pussy starting to quiver. She’s getting close to cumming Mike.”
“Lick her from taint to clit and brush across it with each stroke.”
“Feel that Mike? That was the first earthquake tremor. Keep doing what you’re doing.”
Kim shuddered. She was as close as Janice to cumming.
“Are you hard, Mike?” He nodded. His eyes were closed and had been for a long time.
“Suck on her clit Mike. Touch it with your tongue and suck on it.”
Janice’s back arched. Her hands grabbed the sheets and she screamed! Her ass came completely up off the bed and Mike never lost contact with her pussy. Sweat popped out on Janice’s skin and she shuddered even as her body still arched.
“Put her on the bed Mike and slide your hard cock inside her pussy! Go slowly, Mike.”
“Yes!!”
Mike slid into his wife, watching his cock as it disappeared inside her. When he was all the way in she grabbed his arms and pulled him down on top of her.
“Fuck me, Mike. Fuck me deep and forever!” Janice called out.
His hips began pistoning and they kissed. Janice’s arms were around his neck and her legs pointed at the ceiling. When the kiss ended Mike bellowed and his body stiffened.
I was inside Kim and we arrived at out climax seconds after Mike and Janice. Our kiss was a magical experience. I didn’t care where the coaching came from in Kim’s history. I was just glad I was there to benefit.
The four of us lay on the bed recovering for some time. One of the other couples came up to us and thanked Kim for the coaching. They did what she coached and thanked Kim for the coaching.
Mike was near the head of the bed next to Janice, then Kim and finally me at the foot. Janice sat up and helped Kim sit up. They faced each other and Janice said, “The only time I ever kissed another woman it was because I knew Mike wanted to see me do it. This time, it’s because I want to. Thank you, Kim.”
They embraced and kissed for a long time.
A gong sounded from somewhere. A male voice spoke from a hidden speaker in the room. “In one hour we will be locking the doors at the end of this party. We sincerely hope you have enjoyed the evening. If you have not purchased a membership please see us before you leave. There are discounts available for you. Thank you, and good morning.”
We walked with Mike and Janice to the dressing area, showered and dressed for the trip home. When we came out of the dressing rooms we were met by a staff person.
“Would you please step inside this office?” He held the door. We entered. He said, “You may have heard we were offering discounts to those who join tonight.”
“Yes. Mike mentioned it.”
“Well, what he mentioned was the discount we offered he and Janice. Yours is different.”
“How different?”
“The listed price for a couple is $1100 for a year. For the two of you the price is one hundred dollars. We want you here.”
“Wait! I didn’t hear you correctly. You cut the price by a thousand dollars?”
“Yes. Interested?”
I turned to Kim and she looked at the man and said, “Explain.”
“I am not a staff member. I’m Pete and I own the Club. My sister died of what started as breast cancer. I watched her suffer and I’ve watched her husband, widower, hurt for years as he has raised their kids without her. Then, tonight, I watched how you touched lives with your willingness to be the sexy woman you are. I watched how the two of you model a loving relationship. The discount is my way of saying thanks and my way of making sure other couples get to meet you.”
Kim looked at him and then at me. “I’m sorry. We cannot accept the discount.”
“Why not?” He asked.
“Because the chart says we need to show that we live together, and Nick hasn’t asked me to live with him… yet.” Her smile was brighter than the lights on Christmas morning.
“Kim, I love you. Will you live with me… starting today?”
“Yes! By Sunday night I can be moved in, if I can find some one to help me.”
“I think that can be arranged.” I turned back to the Club owner and said, “So, if you can wait a week or so our driver’s licenses will match and we will join.”
He smiled and handed us the membership cards already printed with my address on both cards. In the limo Crystal and Jack asked if we joined. Kim said we had. Jack wanted to know if we got the discount.
I said, “We got more than that. Kim is moving in with me starting today.”
When the limo stopped at their house in Brentwood we kissed them good-bye and Jack asked, “When will we see you at the Club?”
“In two weeks,” Kim said. “We need a little time to get settled between now and then.”
That was a year ago. Every time we call for a reservation Gemini asks what time we would like the limo to arrive. We met Pete’s brother and he is coming out of mourning more and more. He says Kim and I help. I like thinking he tells the truth.
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Weekend To Remember
As it received more or more of Julie’s weight, the unforgiving pillow sunk into the tummy on which it sat, forcing Carrie to contract her stomach muscles in order to continue breathing. Once she was sure that Carrie’s stomach had learned to accommodate its burden, Julie increased Carrie’s problems by pulling her legs forward until her feet rested in the cups provided by Carrie’s armpits and even more of her weight was concentrated on her bottom.
Once again giving Carrie time to adjust, Julie then started rocking back and forth and from side to side, thereby exercising different portions of Carrie’s rock hard stomach muscles and preventing them from becoming accustomed to the strain being imposed on them. After continuing in this way for several minutes, Julie relented and, as promised, after putting her knees back onto the table, leaned forward over Carrie’s chest until her breasts straddled Carrie’s nose and her nipples rested against Carrie’s cheeks.
Grateful to have some of Julie’s weight off of her tummy and fascinated by the presence of another woman’s breasts in her face, Carrie brought her hands up to cup the soft cones of flesh presented to her. Having never before handled another woman’s breasts, she began by positioning Julie’s right breast so that she could inspect it in detail. Staring at the nipple and surrounding aureola, she was surprised to find herself moved by its beauty and delicacy.
She knew that a woman’s breasts were her most admired adornments, but only now was she beginning to appreciate why. With Julie’s already erect nipple at such close range, Carrie was amazed when she realized that her lips had puckered and that she felt an instinctive urge to draw the nipple between them and suck on it. Seeing no reason not to allow her instincts be her guide, she shifted both her hands to Julie’s right breast and drew its nipple into her mouth. As she sucked, she used her fingers to collar the breast at its base and apply enough pressure to mold what had been a cone into a tight ball.
At the same time, she sucked the nipple deeper into her mouth until not only the nipple but the entire aureola had disappeared between her lips. Bringing her tongue into play, Carrie worried Julie’s nipple and savored the smooth texture of its aureola, at times encompassing as much as half the ore through her lip covered teeth and tweaking its hard teat with her tongue. Of course, her activity did not go unnoticed by Julie, who was thoroughly enjoying what Carrie was doing to her breast.
On the other hand, much as Julie was excited by Carrie’s suckling of her breast, she was determined that their roles not be reversed and that she be the one who was calling the shots. Thus, after letting her right breast enjoy Carrie’s attentions for several minutes, she withdrew it from Carrie’s mouth by straightening up and shifting her weight back onto the hard cushion beneath her bottom.
Appraising her right breast, Julie said, “Even though they are not yet fully developed, you have talents for giving sensual pleasure. Now that you have displayed those talents on my right breast, I will have you exercise them on my left breast. However, this time, I will hold myself up so that you will have to raise your head in order take my breast into your mouth. You have already learned to accept and enjoy pain in the pursuit of your own sexual gratification. Now you will experience the excitement which comes from enduring pain while providing sexual pleasure to someone else.”
In keeping with her words, Julie bent forward just far enough that her left breast hung tantalizingly above Carrie’s lips. Confronted by the enticing sight of Julie’s swaying breast, Carrie began by running the pads of her fingers along its firm sides. Then, suddenly, she grasped the breast between her hands and lifted her head so that she could latch onto the nipple.
As soon as her head rose from the table, Carrie’s stomach muscles, which were already hard as a board from fighting off the cushion, protested at the new obligations being forced on them. As a result, even as she struggled to resist the temptation to punish Julie’s breast for the pain and frustration Julie was imposing on her, the treatment Carrie accorded Julie’s left nipple was far less gentle than that which she had lavished on the right.