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When Carrie’s stomach muscles could no longer support her, she released Julie’s nipple and fell back prone onto the table. Out of gratitude for her efforts, Julie leaned forward, bringing their bodies together while delving into Carrie’s half open mouth with her tongue. While they remained in this intimate embrace, Julie assured Carrie that she would be soon receiving her reward, although she warned, “Your reward will still require your tummy to pay a price.”
Pushing herself erect, Julie reversed directions. That is, she turned her back to Carrie’s face and brought her legs up so that the outer surface of Carrie’s bent legs were resting against the inner surface of her own thighs. In this position, most of her weight bore down directly on the hard pillow, pressing it mercilessly into Carrie’s taut abdominal muscles.
Once she was sure that her bottom was applying maximum pressure, Julie spread Carrie’s thighs enough to give herself ready access to her vulva. Nestling her breasts against Carrie’s knees, Julie reached down and, after brushing aside the pubic hair hiding her target, used her fingers to open Carrie’s labia and expose the still throbbing clitoris which lay between. Freeing the stalk of Carrie’s clitoris from its protective hood, Julie cradled it between the fingers of her left hand and began stroking it with the fingers of her right.
In response, Carrie’s clitoris swelled and became increasingly vulnerable, a fact of which Julie took full advantage. Still holding the stalk so that it could not retreat, Julie changed her tactics. Instead of stroking, she used her finger as a drum stick to rhythmically tap on the very tip of the erect stem over which she was now exercising total control.
Driven into sexual frenzy by what Julie was doing to her clitoris, Carrie writhed in frustration as she strove to reach orgasm. However, each time that they prepared for the onset of orgasm, her stomach muscles betrayed her by relaxing, allowing the pillow to penetrate painfully deep into her unprotected abdomen and forcing her muscles to counter by contracting. At the moment of climax, the female body wants to be receptive, a state which entails a relaxation of the abdomen so that her pelvis can spread and her vulva open. Denied the opportunity to make these preparations, Carrie’s body was unable to achieve its goal.
After her third failed attempt to reach orgasm, Carrie vented her frustration on Julie, hammering with clenched fists on the bowed back draped over her knees. Undeterred, Julie not only continued her tapping but described to Carrie the details of how her body was responding to its torment. “You may be frustrated, but your clitoris seems to be enjoying what I am doing to it. By now it has grown to resemble the penis of baby boy. Each time I tap on its tip, the whole stalk bobs and protrudes further from its nest.
By the time you have achieved your orgasm, I suspect that your clitoris will remain erect for quite some time. In the meantime, you had better start learning how to keep your tummy hard even when you are in the throes of orgasm. In order to monitor your progress and better enjoy your struggles, I am going to remove the pillow so that I can feel your stretched muscles working directly against my bottom.” So saying, Julie stopped her tapping long enough to remove the pillow and replace it with the hard points of bone at the bottom of her pelvis.
Rocking her hips back on the firm plane of Carrie’s belly, Julie resumed her tapping. For Carrie, the replacement of the pillow by Julie’s generously rounded buttock brought some relief. At the same time, it increased the sexual excitement of her predicament. Now her excruciatingly tight stomach muscles were being massaged by Julie’s warm flesh as her clitoris bobbed in unison with the rhythmic beating it was receiving. Without her realizing it, Carrie’s anger began to transform itself into resignation.
When this transformation was complete, she discovered that she was indeed mastering the lesson which Julie had set for her. Namely, by bearing down, she discovered that she could open her pelvis and vulva without lessening the tension in her abdomen. At first, the effort required to maintain this tension was sufficiently distracting to prevent her body from completing its preparations for orgasm.
However, with each successive attempt, she came closer to her goal and, after what seemed to her like hours, she was finally able to cross the threshold which had been eluding her, and, when she did so, her release of pent up sexual excitement was tremendous. Pivoting on her hips locked in place by Julie’s weight, Carrie lifted her upper body until she could grasp Julie’s shoulders and espalier her front against Julie’s back.
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Pressing her breasts into Julie’s shoulder blades while planting kissing along base of Julie’s neck, Carrie flexed her lower body in a way which widened her pelvis and opened her vulva without diminishing the tension in her abdominal muscles. Needless to say, the toll on Carrie’s body was enormous, and she was grateful to feel Julie rise from her tummy as her final crescendo receded and happy to let herself wallow in the overwhelming sense of satisfaction and exhaustion which enveloped her.
Appreciating that Carrie would need time to recuperate, Julie put a pillow under her head, helped her lower her bent legs, and spread a light blanket over her recumbent form. Then, after smoothing her disheveled hair off Carrie’s face, Julie planted a loving kiss on each of her eyes and tiptoed out of the living room.
Sunday Afternoon, Carrie Goes on Display: It was one in the afternoon when Carrie roused herself from the deep sleep into which she had fallen. Having had her stomach muscles put through such an arduous workout and having spent several hours on the unyielding surface of Julie’s coffee table, she emitted a groan as her body complained in response to her initial attempt to rise. Hearing her groan, Julie returned to the living room and helped her up. Once Carrie was back on her feet, Julie guided to the bathroom, leaving her long enough to answer what had become an urgent call of nature before joining her there.
Finding Carrie leaning over the sink and staring at herself in the mirror, Julie seated herself on the rim of the tub and waited patiently for Carrie to turn around. When she did, Julie reached around Carrie’s body and placed a firm hand on inviting mounds of Carrie’s buttock. Gently squeezing the resilient flesh beneath her hands, Julie drew Carrie forward until she could rest her cheek against the swell of Carrie’s belly.
After holding her in this position for a couple of minutes, Julie broached the topic in both their minds, namely: what would they do to bring their weekend together to an appropriate end. “Carrie, I believe that your visit has lived up to and, at times, exceeded expectations. You came here to learn about the pleasures which you can experience from the skillful manipulation of your body, and, with all due modesty, I trust you have found me to be as worthy a teacher as I have found you to be a worthy pupil.
“In the process, I have, at times, I have made considerable demands on your body, although, as I hope you will agree, you have been amply rewarded for your efforts. However, there is one aspect of your sexuality which we have not yet fully explored, and, in what remains of our weekend, I want to correct that omission. Namely, I want to teach you the pleasure of having your body admired while it is performing. In preparation for this experience, we will begin by having you take a soothing, hot bubble bath. This will not only relieve the tension left from your ordeal on the table but will increase your awareness of those portions of your body which I am going to have you put on display.”
Without providing further details, Julie drew Carrie’s bath and, when the tub was full, pored in a combination of bubble-bath and fragrant bath oils before inviting Carrie to indulge her sore muscles in its frothy warmth. After letting Carrie settle her body into a foam of bubbles, Julie announced that she would fetch them a snack which they could enjoy together while Carrie soaked.
During Julie’s absence, Carrie ruminated on Julie’s words while her body absorbed the comfort afforded by the pampering it was receiving. What Carrie was unable to imagine is how it was possible to display her body more blatantly than it already had been. After all, if it was public display which Julie intended, what did she have in mind if she was not satisfied by having her parade through town with her nipples held erect for the delectation every passerby. Similarly, if the display was to be of a more private nature, what could trump the display to which Julie had been treated during her two orgasms, both of which Julie had not only provoked but also witnessed in detail.
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Even if Carrie had been somewhat sexually unsophisticated before Julie had expanded her horizons, she had never been a prude. In fact, ever since it bloomed during adolescence, her body had been a source of pride. On the other hand, she had limits, and she could not help fearing that Julie might break those limits. However, when Julie re-appeared with a plate of sandwiches and cups of coffee, Carrie’s fears were replaced by the realization that she had not eaten for over twelve hours and that she was very hungry.
Thus, she devoured with gusto everything that Julie handed to her and was only sorry that there was not more. Knowing that Carrie’s appetite had not been completely satisfied by her snack, Julie patted her wet tummy and told her that she would survive and that, for what was to come, it was essential that she not be bloated. Once they had finished eating, Julie moved the plates and cups out of harms way and removed her bathrobe. Then, kneeling with her front draped over the side of the tub, she took a large pumice stone from the soap dish and rubbed firmly over Carrie’s body.
Carrie’s skin having been thoroughly lubricated by the bath oils, the pumice glided smoothly as Julie guided it first along the sides of Carrie’s neck, next over the mounds of her breasts and tummy, and then down both the insides and outsides of her legs.
When she had visited every inch of Carrie’s front, Julie bad her turn over and kneel so that the pumice could be applied to her back and buttock. Other than the mildly itching sensation produced as the stone passed over her pink flesh, Carrie welcomed Julie’s attentions and was more than willing to give Julie access to whatever portion of her body was being rubbed, even when Julie delved into her crotch and ran the pumice along her outer labia. When she put the pumice back into the soap dish, Julie asked Carrie to remain kneeling. Then, rising to arm herself with a scissors and safety razor from her medicine cabinet, she returned to the edge of the tub and carefully trimmed Carrie’s pubic hair into an attractive frame for her vulva.
Embarrassing as Carrie found the trimming of her pubis, what Julie suppressed her urge to make Julie stop. However, what Julie did next brought Carrie to the brink of rebellion. Namely, after prizing apart the cheeks of Carrie’s buttock, Julie began to remove the strands of hair in the crevice between and around the mouth of her anus. It was when Julie laid aside her scissors and applied the razor to the remaining stubble that Carrie lodged a complaint, but by that time Julie had completed her depilitation.
Blushing with embarrassment and anger at the indignity to which she had been subjected, Carrie rinsed off the areas on which Julie had been working and rose from the bath in which she had spent more than half an hour. When she got out of the tub and was standing on the bathmat, Julie wrapped her in a sumptuous towel and turned her so that she was facing the mirror. While she patted her dry, Julie commiserated with Carrie, saying “I realize that you are indignant about the liberties which I took with your body. However, I think that you will soon appreciate what I did.
While her body is put on display, no woman wants her image to be spoiled by the presence of unsightly hair, and you can be confident that yours will not be.” Then, after removing the towel, Julie had Carrie lean over the sink while she poured a generous pool into the hallow at the base of her spine. Spreading the oil so that it covered Carrie, both front and back, she continued massaging it until every drop had been absorbed into Carrie’s warm and receptive flesh. As a result, when Carrie straightened up and looked at herself in the mirror, the body reflected there glowed with a healthy succulence which she had never seen before.
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While Carrie basked in narcissistic contemplation, Julie gathered her hair so that it ran in a straight line down Carrie’s back. Then, taking a brush in each hand, Julie repeatedly brushed Carrie’s mane with long strokes, from the crown of her head all the way down to the narrows at her waist. When she saw that Carrie’s hair had acquired a radiance to match that of her skin, Julie secured it with a band into a ponytail which fanned out over her shoulder blades. Pleased by her work, Julie snuggled her front against Carrie’s back and whispered in her ear: “Your body has never been more beautiful, and it is time for us to take pleasure in its beauty.”
Leading Carrie back into the living room, Julie guided Carry to the center of the room, where she had placed a small, circular rug surrounded by three standing lamps. Placed at the center of the rug was an object whose purpose needed little or no explanation. Mounted on a sturdy base was a blunt, cylindrical prong. Clearly not intended to be a precise replica of a human phallus, its design nonetheless left no doubt about its function.
When Julie brought her over to the rug, Carrie saw that the prong had a subtle curve and was tapered, with a diameter of about two inches at its widest and less than an inch at its narrowest. In addition, on closer inspection, she realized that it was mounted in such a way that its height could be adjusted by turning a knob at its base. Having thoroughly examined the device, Carrie turned in disbelief to Julie.
“That’s right Carrie, I am going to have you to spend some time with that inside you. In order to prepare you to receive it, I want you to squat with one foot on either side of the prong and the entrance to your vagina resting on the bulb at its tip. When you are properly positioned, I will bring you into blossom, and, as you open, I will expect you to lower yourself, drawing the prong into your vagina until the bulb is resting against your cervix. When you have swallowed as much of it as you can hold, I will lower it enough for you to support your weight on your haunches.
“At first you may experience some discomfort before your vagina learns to accommodate its presence. However, after all its recent training, your vagina should learn quickly and, when it has, you will be rewarded with a delicious sense fullness.”
Placing her hands on Carrie’s shoulders, Julie guided Carrie into the squatting position which she had prescribed. Then, after joining her on the floor, Julie ran her hands along the tense muscles of Carrie’s inner thighs until they reached her crotch, where, after carefully parting the pubic hair in the vicinity of her vagina, she began bringing Carrie into blossoming. Unaccustomed to squatting for long periods, Carrie found it difficult to respond to Julie was doing.
Nonetheless, when her labia spread and her clitoris swelled, she felt the mouth of her vagina open and consume the bulb which had been waiting at its entrance. Once the bulb had entered her, Carrie instincts took command, enabling her vaginal muscles to draw the prong inside as she lowered her body onto it. Upon encountering its widest section, she hesitated, but Julie urged her on, saying that she had only a couple more inches to go before her impalement would be complete. Then, when the bulb finally reached her cervix and the walls of her vagina were fully stretched, she lifted her head and stared into Julie face with a look of wonder and a strong sense of accomplishment.
As soon as Julie was certain that the prong was embedded in Carrie as far as it would go, she reached between Carrie’s trembling thighs and lowered the prong as Carrie folded her legs so that she could rest on her haunches. Waiting until Carrie had found a comfortable position, Julie then turned the knob a couple of turns back, saying “Having the bulb pressed against your cervix will help you improve your posture,” words whose truth Carrie immediately understood. Indeed, only by keeping her torso straight could she relieve the pressure that the prong exerted on her uterus.
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Nonetheless, Carrie soon discovered that, by flexing her internal muscles, she could control and vary the stretching of her vagina in ways which sent waves of excitement radiating through her body. For instance, by bearing down with her abdominal muscles and tightening her hold on the prong, she was able to discern how it had molded her vaginal walls in order to accommodate its subtle curve. Seeing that Carrie was learning to enjoy her impalement, Julie stood up and, after turning them on, adjusted the lamps so that they shone on Carrie’s body.
Taking a few steps back to get a better view, Julie told Carrie, “I want you to imagine that your body is a piece clay which is suspended on a stand in a sculpture studio and that am the sculptress who will mold and shape it.” She then disappeared behind the lights and returned with a pair of small barbells, which she placed in Carrie’s hands. “In order to bring your body into relief, I want you to raise your arms and hold the barbells above your head.”
When Carrie had complied, Julie moved behind her to see the effect. With her ponytail running straight down her spine, her rib cage tapering from its widest at her shoulder blades to its narrowest at her waist, and her hips sumptuously spread, Carrie presented Julie with a delicious image, which was highlighted by the interplay between the light shining on her oiled skin and the play of shadows on the contour of her ribcage and waist. Kneeling behind her sculpture, Julie cupped Carrie’s buttock in her hands and let her fingers probe first their outer surface, then the crevice which Carrie’s position on her haunches left exposed, and finally the tight ring of her anus.
When her fingers reached Carries anus, Julie felt her flinch, at which point Julie said, “Don’t be selfish. I too want to enjoy what is happening down here. You may be a piece of clay, but you are a living piece of clay which can, and must, respond to the touch of its sculptress. Each time you renew your grip on the prong embedded in your vagina, the thin membrane which separates your orifices transmits the contraction to your rectum, and the ring around your anus tightens.
“Conversely, by stroking your anus, I can induce a contraction which propagates to your vagina and causes it tighten around the prong. In fact, by continuing to stimulate your anus, as I am now, I can help you to prolong your contractions. You mustn’t be embarrassed by the way that your body responds. I can assure you that there is nothing more gratifying than helping a woman succumb to her female instincts, especially when that woman has a body which is as beautiful and responsive as yours is.”
Like an artist unable to resist perfecting her own creation, Julie continued caressing the back of Carrie’s body with her fingers. Sometimes she would massage Carrie’s neck and shoulders, where the muscles were tense from the effort of maintaining the barbells above her head.
Following Carrie’s ribcage, she would run her hands along the soft flesh covering the individual ribs until they reached the concave curve of Carrie’s waist, where she would give a gentle squeeze before returning to the proffered buttock and its sensitive inner surfaces. Every time her fingers visited Carrie’s anus, Julie was enthralled by the visible contractions which her teasing of the tight ring caused to ripple through Carrie’s pelvic region.
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Much as Julie would have liked to continue indefinitely, after ten minutes the arms of her living statue gave out. Taking the barbells from Carrie’s hands, Julie brought Carrie’s arms down her sides until her hands came to rest on her heels. In this position, Carrie’s body assumed a graceful arc, with her breasts riding high on her chest and her tummy tipped forward.
Besides the visible changes wrought by her change in position, Carrie was distinctly aware of the changes which had occurred inside. Namely, when her torso moved back, the prong in her vagina was forced forward, stretching her vaginal walls in unaccustomed directions and pressing against her abdominal muscles in a way which made her navel tingle. Standing in front of Carrie’s arched body, Julie encouraged Carrie to let her drop head back so that she was staring at the ceiling and her ponytail hung free in back. Pleased by the result, Julie stepped forward and placed a hand on each of Carrie’s flattened breasts.
“Does this position remind you of the time when I used the spatula on these? I do, and I am sorely tempted to use it again. However, for aesthetic reasons, I have decided against the spatula. Surely you also remember how your breasts felt when I made you press them against the broom-head. Well, this time it will not be the head of the broom and it will not be you who is applying the pressure. Instead, it will be hair brushes which visit them, and it will be I who applies the pressure.”
Leaving Carrie on her perch, Julie once again disappeared. After what seemed to Carrie quite a while, she reappeared. During her absence, Julie had removed all her clothes, and when she rejoined Carrie and stood with her belly pressed against the top of Carrie’s head, Carrie’s view of the ceiling was interrupted by the cones of Julie’s bare breasts. With a hair brush in each hand, Julie bent over Carrie’s upturned face and brought the brush bristles gently down onto lower portion of Carrie’s breasts.
“I am going to use these brushes to bring color to your breasts. During your bath, your skin acquired a lovely pink hue. Now I want to highlight your breasts by making them darker than the rest of your front. Stroking them with these brushes will bring blood to their surface. I think that you will find that, flattened the way they are, your breasts are exquisitely sensitive and that, as blood flows into them, you will feel them swell. When they have achieved the color and fullness I want them to have, I will turn my attention to your tummy, which I can see is already learning to cope with your visitor.”
In the process of brushing Carrie’s breast, Julie’s own breasts bobbed back and forth across Carrie’s face, seemingly inviting Carrie to use her mouth on them. Thus, when one of Julie’s nipples grazed her lips, Carrie caught it between her lips and sucked it deep into her mouth, where she lathed it with her tongue. With her breast anchored by its nipple in Carrie’s mouth, after several minutes Julie succeeded in transforming the color of Carrie’s breasts from their usual pinkish white to a quiet livid red. When they had achieved the color she wanted, Julie dropped the brushes and replaced them with her hands, relishing the competing sensations provided by the warmth emanating from the breasts she had been persecuting and the sharp tugging on the breast she was allowing Carrie to persecute. Still letting Carrie suckle her breast, Julie lowered her hands further, until they were resting on Carrie’s tautly drawn stomach.
Once there, she began palpating Carrie’s abdomen, probing first deep into her navel and then lower, into to muscles lying directly over her distended vagina. After familiarizing herself with her target, Julie said, “Carrie, I am going to use my fingers to help you move the prong inside you. When I press my finger into your belly button, I want you to lower yourself onto the prong until I can feel its head through your belly.”
Attempting to oblige, Carrie absorbed the prong deeper into her body, only stopping when she became concerned that she might tear the sheath in which it was encased. “That’s the girl, now just hold still while I manipulate your navel so that the bulb opens the entrance to your uterus.”
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Never had Carrie experienced such deep penetration, and she marveled at her body’s capacity to accommodate the intrusion. At the same time, she was staggered at the physical strain which the exercising of her internal muscles imposed on her body but realized that, as sexually exciting as it was, she could not achieve orgasm until her vagina was permitted to resume a more relaxed position.
Thus, she was greatly relieved when Julie’s fingers left her navel and slid down her lower belly until they came to rest in the warm cavern of her crotch. Guided by Julie’s hands, Carrie tilted her pelvis to relieve the pressure on her cervix, and, no sooner had she shifted the prong into more comfortably in her vagina than Carrie’s body responded instinctively. Swaying back and forth, her body made love to the object lodged in its depths while her mouth made love to the breast to which her mouth was attached.
Free at last to release the tension which had been building ever since Julie put her on the prong, Carrie sexual excitement quickly reached a crescendo and engulfed her in an orgasm which continued unabated longer than any other she had experienced.
End to a Weekend Visit: After Carrie’s crisis began to recede, Julie extracted her breast from Carrie’s mouth, and, grabbing Carrie by her armpits, helped her to extricate the prong from the flesh sheath in which it had spent more than half an hour. Unsure that she could walk after her ordeal, Carrie accepted Julie’s help getting to the couch, where Julie had her lie down.
After lifting Carrie’s head so that it lay on a pillow, Julie, sitting by Carrie’s side, ran a soothing hand over the tummy which had been so sorely tested and said how pleased she that their weekend had been such a success.
“Carrie, you are a courageous girl. Even when the goal is sexual gratification, it takes enormous courage to submit ones body to the sort of experiences to which I have introduced yours during the last two days. I think that you will discover that these experiences have been life-altering. Namely, you now know the full potential of your female anatomy. Your lower body will be sore for several days, but you should find solace in your memories of the source of its soreness.
“In any case, this weekend is over. I am going to leave you here alone on the couch with your belongings waiting for you on a chair. When you have recovered sufficiently, you should put on your clothes and leave. In violation of the usual proprieties of a hostess, I will not see you out. Instead, I want you to depart on your own, and, after having had time to assimilate and assess what we have done together, decide whether you want to continue your education under my tutelage. I will await your decision.”
After giving Carrie a chaste kiss on the forehead, Julie, without further ado, got up and disappeared into her bedroom.
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“Please be quiet!” I whispered loudly as the five of us exited the car and went through the back yard gate.
I put my key in the lock and turned it. As soon as the door opened, the four boys virtually swept me off my feet and inside the house.
Marcel wasted no time in ordering me “Take off your clothes so we can get a look at you”
I was caught up in a myriad of feelings and thoughts. I was actually kind of excited to show off my body to these well-hung boys, but I also was scared out of my wits that some of my neighbors might see or hear something. I knew the basement was well insulated and there were no outside window and we even kept a queen-sized bed down there for when my folks would come to visit.
“Not here, let’s all go downstairs.” I insisted. I opened the door to the basement and directed them down the stairs, then turned the lights off in the kitchen so it looked like no one was around. As I descended the stairs, there were my four football boys sitting around and waiting for me.
“I’m sorry I did what I did boys, so can’t we just forget this and pretend it never happened?” I said without much hope or conviction in my voice.
Then James stood up and came right over close to me and stared into my face. “Right here, right now!” And before the words were out of his mouth, his fingers reached up and grabbed the tab of the zipper on the back of my dress and pulled it all the way down to my waist. The third black kid, Earl, stood up next to James and pulled the shoulder of my dress forward and the dress went tumbling to the ground. There I stood in a white bra and panties and a pair of black pumps with 2" heels.
Marcel smiled at the sight of me and said “Nice set of jugs " Then Earl proceeded to reach behind my back and un-hook the bra. The white lacy garment fell forward and again, the straps were pulled off my shoulders and my full breasts were exposed to my young gang of football players. James immediately grabbed my left breast and squeezed it hard. I winced as he fondled it with his big, rough hands. I looked over to see that Marcel had opened his jeans and was now stroking his huge black cock.
As James continued mauling my tits, Earl knelt down and slid my panties down my thighs and down to the floor. His hand then came sliding back up my naked thigh and his palm cupped my pubic mound which made me let out a gasp. Jeremy was behind me and I glanced over my shoulder to see he had shed all of his clothing and was gripping his six inch tool in his hand and was ready for action.
Marcel spoke up and said “Lay her on the bed and let ol’ Jeremy loosen her up a little!”
Earl and James nearly lifted me off my feet and laid me on the middle of the bed. Earl forced my legs apart as Jeremy climbed up the foot of the bed and assumed the position. James kept his attention on my breasts and kept fondling and sucking them like there was no tomorrow. I looked between my open thighs and saw Jeremy positioning his cock-head at my entrance. Half my brain was wanting to scream “Rape!”, but the other half was hollering “Fuck ME!”
Then I felt Jeremy’s cock press open my outer labia and I let out a shrill squeal. Jeremy’s cock was a good bit fatter than my husband’s cock and it took a few thrusts before I stretched enough to allow his entry. I was groaning and gasping at how wonderful it felt! Without hesitation, I gripped both his ass cheeks with my fingernails and pulled him tight against me. I rotated my hips and thrust up against his humping action and he was soon thrashing against me like a machine. James was nibbling, sucking and biting my nipples all the while Jeremy was fucking me. Soon, James was kneeling naked on the bed next to my head and poking his big, black fuck stick right against my mouth. I started sucking on him like a Hoover vacuum, slathering his shaft with my tongue and getting it nice and wet with my saliva.
I heard Marcel from the chair next to the bed Hollering “Come on Jeremy,fill that slut with some cum!”
“Slut” he called me and I thought about it. I guess that was what I had become in less than an hours time. I’d gone from being a respectable school secretary, to a peeping Tom and now to a common fuck slut! Jeremy started picking up speed and grunting like a male dog fucking a bitch in heat. His groan was almost more like a howl as I felt his cock twitch inside me and squirt after squirt of his warm cum shot inside my womb. Until that moment, Only Chet had ever cum inside me, and now I was humping him and relishing the attention from James and Earl all at the same time.
As soon as Jeremy had emptied his balls into me, he rolled to one side and James quickly took his place between my legs. He wasted no time in sticking his big, black cock into my white pussy. He was a bit longer and thick than Jeremy’s cock, but with all the slick lubrication, I soon had my legs wrapped around James back and held on tight as he fucked me hard, fast and deep. The room was soon echoing with the sounds of my wet pussy being plowed by James’ cock. I started groaning “Harder, fuck me harder!”
That seemed to ignite the after-burners and he pummeled my pussy like a jack hammer while Earl was now poking his cock against my lips. I sucked him as best I could given the fact that James was fucking me so violently that my body was bouncing up and back, to and fro so it was hard to keep Earl’s tool in my mouth. Then I felt my own orgasm building, and building fast! I just remember screaming with delight as my body convulsed and was wracked with spasms for the next several minutes.
Just as my head stared to quit spinning from that glorious orgasm, James grunted and gave one last thrust as his black seed coated my inner walls. “I’ve just fuck my first black man!” I thought to myself, but that statement wouldn’t hold up for long. Soon Earl was pulling James aside and getting his turn to fuck me. I found myself eager to have another virile young black stud filling me up with his black member. I can remember how stark the contrast was between my milky-white pussy mound and his chocolate colored cock and balls. I guess he was pretty charged up being so close to all the action, because he hadn’t been inside me for more than three or four minutes before he started cumming in torrents!
I laid there with my eyes closed and my arms wrapped tight around Earl as I felt the last twitches of his cock inside me. I could feel a steady trickle of cum oozing from my slit as the combined orgasms of the three boys filled me to overflowing.
“Okay boys, let me have my turn!” I heard from behind Earl. I loosened my grip as earl rolled off me and I laid there with my legs splayed wide open and cum flowed from my slit. My tits were red and raw from the mauling and sucking and biting they’d withstood, but it somehow made me feel all that much sexier. I looked up to see Marcel standing next to the bed, naked and holding on to his amazing tool. It was even grander than when I saw it in the locker room. It was at least nine inches long and as big around as a salami! It wasn’t exactly limp, but it wasn’t fully erect either. It swayed back and forth as he got onto the bed next to me and shoved the head of cock to my mouth. I grabbed a hold of it with two hands and marveled at the girth of the thing and how heavy and dense it was. I looked up into his eyes as I opened wide and just barely was able to get the tip of his head all the way into my mouth.
“That’s it Mrs. Smith, get a good taste of that black cock before you feel what it’s really like to be fucked!” Marcel said confidently. My mouth was stretched to the limit and I started to panic about whether I could really take him inside my pussy. He seemed content to have me suck him for a while as he reached down and smeared the stream of cum oozing from my pussy all over my pubic mound and along my thighs. I can remember that the sensation was sexy as hell, feeling him smoothing all that luscious cum over my mound.
The other three boys took seats around the bed like they were going to watch a wrestling match or some such thing. They all sat there with their respective cocks in their hands and pumping them back to full attention. I slurped and sucked Marcel’s cock as best I could, but really never was able to get more than and inch or two into my mouth. He was fingering my pussy now as he rocked his cock against my mouth. When he squeezed two fingers into me, I felt a definite stretching and when he tried to wiggle his third finger into me.
Marcel then slipped his cock from my lips and positioned himself between my legs. He grabbed a hold of his thick cock and rubbed the tip of it all around my mound and coated it with the slick cum from the other boys. I can remember being frightened a bit at what that monster cock was going to do to me, but to my surprise, Marcel was very slow and deliberate as he rocked his big cock-head against my pussy lips and didn’t try to just shove it in. It felt a bit like someone was trying to shove the large end of a baseball bat inside me and I didn’t think I’d ever be able to take his girth, but after ten or twelve minutes, it seemed to magically part my pussy lips and begin to slip inside me.
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I think I was about ready to pass out from the intensity of the whole thing when Marcel’s mouth covered mine and his tongue slithered into my mouth and explored every nook and cranny of my mouth. I kissed him back and tried my best to wrap my legs around his hips. Ever so slowly, I felt his monster cock stretch me and sink deeper and deeper inside. His tongue was swirling through my mouth and it distracted me from the pain of being fucked by such a huge piece of meat. After several more minutes, he was rocking his hips deeper and deeper inside me. Our kiss continued and I was humping against his thrust now as the pain seemed to subside and the rush of being filled like I’d never been filled before overtook me.
I guess I knew the other three boys were sitting there close by watching us, but all I could concentrate on was Marcel. His cock was touching my inner womb in ways and places I’d never felt before. I began cumming in wave after wave of unstoppable orgasms. My mind was a total blur and all I wanted or could think about was Marcel fucking my married pussy. His thrusts were slow and controlled. He would undulate his hips and swirl around in a way that his cock seemed to be stirring every organ inside my body. I smelled the musky scent of his body mixed with all the sex that had already filed the room and it was intoxicating.
It must have gone on that way for thirty minutes or more, I lost all track of time. My rolling climax was making me hornier and wanting more. I had no idea that you could ever experience a sexual high the way I was at that moment. Marcel lowered his mouth to my tits and sucked one into his mouth with tremendous suction, then he’d release it and do the other one. All the while, his cock seemed to magically go deeper and deeper inside me.
He kissed his way up the side of my neck and whispered in my ear “Are you ready?”
“Oh God Yes!!” I hissed.
Then, he thrust deep into me and held it there for several seconds. I could feel the pulsating of the blood pounding through his cock and balls when suddenly, it felt as if someone had stuck a garden hose inside me and turned the water on full blast. I felt this enormous swish inside me, then, Marcel rocked back and withdrew his cock from my pussy just as the second and third stream of cum shot from the slit. His spunk covered my torso from my pubic mound to my chin and all over my breasts and belly. I felt the steady stream flowing from my stretched open pussy. I started to shake and convulse with another climax of my own as the whole experience seemed to wrap me up into a subconscious stupor.
When I shook myself back awake, there were Jeremy, James and Earl all standing over me and wanking themselves until the added their own quantity of spunk to my naked body. I remember swirling my hands over my body and rubbing the copious quantities of cum into my skin like I was applying sun tan lotion. After a few minutes, the four of them appeared to be done with me for the night. They all dressed and waived goodbye and I watched them disappear up the stairway.
I was so exhausted, I pulled the cum stained bed covers over me and fell asleep. I awoke several times during the night wondering if this was all just a dream, but then, I’d slip my hand between my thighs and feel my raw pussy and the never-ending trickle of semen that soaked the mattress.
My husband wasn’t due home until Sunday afternoon, so all day Saturday I spent cleaning up the cum-stained bed sheets and blankets and trying to scrub and shower away any evidence that I’d cheated on my husband. Even though Chet and I rarely had sex any more, sometimes after he’d been away for several days like this, he’s come home and want to roll in the hay. I knew my pussy was so stretched from Marcel’s huge cock that it would be days before I’d return to my normal size again.
Luckily, Chet had a ton of work to catch up on upon his return home, so the issue of him wanting to “bed” me didn’t come up. As Sunday night approached, I started to wonder how exactly I’d react when I bumped into my four young studs. Chet was awing logs when I came to bed and as I waited for sleep to come, I eased my fingers into my slit and masturbated quietly with my back to Chet. I never thought I’d be in such a state of mind, but I was enjoying the thrill and the sluttiness of it all.
Next day, I dressed in my usual skirt and blouse with low heels, only today, I wore my hair down instead of piled on top of my head. I even put on a bit of eye make-up and lipstick which was not my usual for work. My work load is always greater on Mondays and I worked steadily until 3:30 PM when the office staff usually started to depart for the day. The window in my door to the hallway had the blinds open and I could see the kids walking by. I was about to cover up my typewriter and put on my coat when my office door opened suddenly and in walked James!
“Hello James, what can I do for you?” I asked as if there had never been anything between us.
He smiled, turned back to the door, pushed in the lock button then twisted the blinds closed.
“What do you think you’re doing James?!?” I whispered loudly as I watched him set down his back pack and began to unbuckle his jeans. He whipped his semi-hard cock from his pants and Demanded “Get on your knees and suck it, Slut!”
Again, my heart was racing and I didn’t know what else to do but comply. I slowly sank to my knees and he quickly stepped up to me and shoved his cock into my mouth. I wrapped my hand around his shaft as I sucked and licked his hardening cock shaft. His hand moved behind my head and pulled my face closer as he started rocking his cock deeper and deeper down my throat.
“That’s it Mrs. Smith, suck that hard cock til’ I cum down your throat!” he hissed.
I was hoping and praying that no other staff member happened to come with a key that opened my door. It was adding tremendously to the excitement and I was starting to think I had a future in being a slut for my senior boys.
I pumped and sucked fasted and suctioned his helmet head as hard as I possibly could. That seemed to be just the right combination because he arched his back and groaned as several streams of cum shot into my mouth before spilling out over my lips and down the front of my blouse. Fifteen seconds later, James zipped his cock back into his pants andsaid, “Thanks for the quickie Mrs. Smith”.
I grabbed for a handful of tissues and mopped the gooey liquid from my lips and chin, then dobbed it from my blouse. I was totally exhilarated! I’d just given one of “my” black boys a blowjob in my office and got away with it! I swirled my tongue around my mouth to savor the flavor of his thick spunk and it made me smile.
I pulled on my coat to cover the cum stains on my blouse and headed for the exit. I said goodbye to some of the other faculty and left the building. As I walked home, I pondered just what kind of life I was going to have from now on, now that I had tasted the danger and excitement of cheating on my husband and risking my job just to have my sexual quotient fulfilled by teenage boys.
As fate would have it, my husband Chet got a job transfer two weeks after that day and we moved to a nearby town. I never saw those boys again and my husband never knew about my indiscretion. I never cheated on Chet again, but I have to say, those couple of days were the best days of my life.
The End
Good Night And Sweet Dreams
Veronica and Melody
One sunny, spring day, two well-dressed, attractive young women walked down Beau Ave. They turned left, climbing up the stairs of a brick red apartment building. One led the other through the lobby, and to an elevator. They got out at the 7th floor. After walking past a few doors, they entered a clean, quiet little apartment. They had been friendly with each other for several weeks now but this was the first time either of them had visited each other at their dwellings. Today was different because they had decided to…
“Are you really sure you want this, Melody?”, Veronica asked.
“Yes.”
Veronica and Melody stood in Veronica’s bedroom, facing each other. Veronica grabbed Melody and kissed her on the lips. They kissed. Softly, then more intensely. Veronica stuck her tongue into Melody lips and Melody sucked it a little then she let Veronica savor her lips and tongue. Veronica paused and leaned back,caught her breath. She then closed her eyes and hugged Melody tighter, and forcefully pressed her lips over Melody’s soft, sweet pink lips. Her hands moved from Melody’s slim waist over to her ass, then back her from her waist to her back, to her hair. She stroked Melody’s hair while kissing her, moving from her lips to her face and then on her neck.
This experience was intense for Melody. She just kept her arms tightly around Veronica’s waist and let her kiss her face and stroke her body. But she wanted to touch Veronica’s breasts though. However, she was a little hesitant.
Veronica had caught Melody’s eyes gazing down at her chest though.
She stopped kissing her and smiled at Melody. Then she took Melody’s hands from around her waist and moved them up her body stopping at her breasts.
“Touch them, Melody.”
Melody nodded. She put both hands over Veronica’s large breasts, just rubbing up and down, loving the feel of them. Firm but soft. She felt under them, feeling their weight and then she moved her thumbs up. She massaged, slowly and then she felt Veronica’s hard nipples under her clothes and gently fingered and pinched, feeling them grow even harder. Melody was ecstatic. She loved Veronica’s breasts. She was envisioning them her mouth, her hard, dark brown nipples in her mouth…her tongue rolling over and around them and then sucking them in…Veronica lying back…moaning…enjoying it…seeing a different side of Veronica.