Watching her strut her stuff up and down the halls, I spent many a moment in
deep thought, picturing in my mind, the utter thrill of parting her long, lean
legs and caressing her with my tongue. I lived for the day the opportunity
might arise to show her the value of taking instruction from an older, more
mature person – one that has been around and knows the ropes. To me, Joan
seemed to know the score, and I was positive that none of the kids her own age
could possibly bring her the sexual satisfaction I instinctively knew her body
must crave. Teacher or no teacher, if I thought I could get away with it, I
would do anything short of rape to be able to lick and swallow the sacred
secretions that were certain to flow in abundance from that delectable
Homecoming Queen’s vagina.

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Piercings all over

Anne always brushed me off the same way when I proposed marriage; she’d
always tell me that there was more about her that she didn’t want me to
know for fear that it would end a pleasant friendship.
I asked her again today, July third, while we were on our way back from
the local clinic where we got our periodic HIV screenings; neither of us
had had any sexual contacts for six months, but we were scared enough by
our experiences to keep going back to the clinic every month. On the
way out, we agreed to get together for a picnic dinner tomorrow, before
the fireworks on the fourth. I made my usual proposal, half in jest but
half seriously, and Anne surpirsed me completely by answering yes.
She drove us immediately to the county courthouse. I was still in a
daze as she marched us up to the clerk’s office and rang the bell. I’d
made my usual offer of marriage, but I hadn’t expected her to accept on
the spot, and her fast followthrough left me reeling. She filled out as
much of the form the clerk handed her as she could, then handed it to me
to fill out my part.
I’m not sure I fully realized what I was doing, but when the clerk asked
for medical lab reports certifying that we were free of the diseases the
state cares about, I felt a wave of relief as I realized that we hadn’t
taken care of that formality. I was wrong. Anne answered the clerk’s
request by pulling a form out of her purse.
It took me a while to realize that our paranoid visits to the clinic for
AIDS testing every month had included tests for all the other diseases
the state might care about. The form I had in my shirt pocket was more
than enough to satisfy the clerk.
“When’s the wedding?” The clerk asked.
“How about now?” Anne replied. “Is there anyone around here who can do
it?”
There was; a judge had some free time. I went through the entire thing
in a daze, and then Anne drove me back to her place, not saying a word
until she let me out of the car.
“Well hubby,” she said, holding the car door open for me, “come on up
and see what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
“OK,” I said, following her up the stairs. We’d never seen each others’
rooms before, I’d never done more than hold her hands, and now we were
married. I’d been serially monogamous all my adult life, but I’d always
checked out the wares, as the saying goes, before I moved in with any of
my previous lovers.
As Anne led me into her apartment, she gave me a brief tour. The place
was a recently rehabbed loft over a bookstore. There was one window, a
picture window looking out over the street; the rest of the light came
from skylights in the flat roof. It was a one-room apartment, but a big
one, with a kitchenette filling one of the back corners, modern bathroom
fixtures in another corner, and a large waterbed under the window. Her
only other furnature was a large drafting table along one wall next to a
workbench cluttered with the tools of her jewelry making business.
“No wall around your bathroom?” I asked, surprised.
“They hadn’t finished the place yet when they showed it to me, and they
cut the rent when I agreed to take it without internal walls. Like it?”
She didn’t give me a chance to answer her question. She was facing me,
standing a few paces away, and with a swift gesture, she unzipped her
modest denim dress. As she pulled the zipper down, my first impression
was that she didn’t wear anything under it, but as she tossed the dress
on the floor, I saw that I was wrong; she wore jewelry.
She stood definatly in front of me with her feet apart and her hands on
her hips, and I just stared. She had beautiful breasts, big enough to
enjoy without being large enough to need support. Large dark areolas
surrounded her large nipples, but I wasn’t looking at them. Well, I
was, but not in the way you might imagine. I was looking at what she
wore on them, rings, a largish one on each breast, and it was obvious
that they passed right through each nipple.
When I finally looked down from her breasts, I saw that she also wore
rings in the hairless lips of her vagina. Body-piercing jewelry was
something I’d heard of, but I’d never imagined that I’d find it in, my
God, my wife!
She finally spoke. “I warned you! You want me to explain?”
I nodded silently.
“Janet and I were running out of space in our ears when we made it with
this guy who was in the piercing business, and he suggested other places
for rings and helped us with them. How do you like ‘em?”
I finally found words. “They’re interesting to look at, but what about,
I mean, aren’t they inconvenient?”
“You take your clothes off too,” Anne scolded. “I want to see what I’ve
gotten for myself.”
I started undressing, still looking at the bizarre rings in her nipples
and crotch.
“OK,” she said as I undressed. “I guess I owe you something. They’d be
inconvenient if I were into pants or underwear, but I don’t wear those.”
My mind was still reeling as I undressed, but she didn’t give me time to
catch my balance. “Come on,” she said, leading me to her, no, our bed.
“Let’s do it. I’ve been celebate for over six months now, and I was
fourteen the last time I went that long without a man. I need you!”
I looked at her profile outlined against the bright window behind her as
she led me to the bed. “Don’t you want to shut the drapes?”
She smiled at me. “I like to see what I’m doing, and besides,” she said
turning to point out the window behind her, “who’s there to see in?”
I looked; there was a park across the street, and unless someone climbed
a tree, we had privacy. Even so, I was uncomfortable as I turned back
to Anne. She stood in a patch of sunlight, and her rings sparkled, but
as I looked at the rings between her legs, I was puzzled. “How do they
come out so we can make love?”
She chuckled as she looked down at me as I sat on the edge of the bed.
“They don’t come out. Remember, I was in the jewelry business. Janet
and I welded all our rings. They don’t get in the way and I’d like it
if you played with them; I’ll teach you how to use them to make things
more fun once you get used to me. Come on!”
She was still standing in front of me as I sat on the bed, so I reached
out to touch her nipples and gently fingered the rings through them. As
I touched them, I wondered how she’d managed to weld the rings without
burning herself.
Her nipples grew erect as I fingered the rings. “Does this feel good?”
I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “If you want to kiss my nipples, take the ring in your
mouth and play with it with your tongue. Don’t be shy.”
I wasn’t ready for that yet, but I was curious about the rings between
her legs. She lay on the bed in a patch of sun from a skylight and let
me look at them. “I hope I’m not making you feel too clinical,” I said.
“Do you mind if I touch?”
Her voice was husky when she answered. “I want you to touch! Put your
thumbs through the rings, pull gently on them!”
I did. At first, I was merely expressing my curiosity, but as I noticed
the way Anne reacted to my touch, I began to get excited. As I felt the
soft hairless skin between her legs, she reached out and held my penis,
and I could feel it growing as she held it and gently stroked it.
“Do you like oral sex?” Anne asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. Most of my past lovers had been conventional in
their sexual interests, and the few times I’d had oral sex hadn’t been
worth repeating. “I don’t think I’m ready to try it with you.”
“Too bad,” she said, sounding regretful. “Kiss me!”
I did, kissing my way up her stomach from her pubic mound to her breasts
and nipples. The rings in her nipples fit comfortably in my mouth, and
while I kissed her, she ran her hands through my hair and down my back.
It had been too long since I’d had a woman, and even with her strange
rings, the feel of her nipples in my mouth was heavenly.
I kissed my way up her throat and nibbled briefly at the fringe of rings
in her ear before kissing her lips. Her tongue slid warmly between my
teeth, and the taste of our first kiss was heavenly. She held my erect
penis in her hand and gently massaged it while while we locked our lips
together, and I used my free hand to play with the rings in her nipples
until she pulled my hand between her legs.
The rings between her legs were fascinating, but I didn’t know what to
with them so I just slid my index finger between the rows and began to
massage. She was soft and moist inside, and she thrust her hips gently
up against my hand in response to my touch.
I started to slide on top of her so I could enter her, but she pushed me
off. “My way,” she said, rolling me onto my back. She squatted over me
and tickled the end of my erect penis with her rings, then reached down
and carefully threaded an index finger through each row of rings, using
the rings to spread the lips of her vagina as she slowly lowered herself
onto me.
“You’d use your thumbs to do it,” she said as she pulled out her fingers
and sat down.
I could feel the rings against my crotch, but more than that, I felt the
wonderful softness of Anne engulfing my penis. She began to rock as she
sat on me, and the the sight of her sitting there in the bright sunlight
was almost too much for me. The rings in her ears and nipples shone in
the light, and as the tension of orgasm approached, they sparkled as she
shivvered.
I was relaxed and content as she approached her first orgasm, but as I
reached up to finger her nipple rings, she began to pump her hips and do
something I’ve never experienced before with the muscles inside her. It
was too intense, she was too bright in the light, and I couldn’t control
myself as I exploded inside her. I think she had a second orgasm then,
but I couldn’t tell.
She leaned over me and kissed me, still holding my penis inside her, and
we kissed for a long time before she sat up and began fondling my chest.
She looked down at where our pubic bones met, then looked up at my face
while I admired the sparkle of the rings in her ears and nipples. She
saw my smile and the direction of my glance and playfully wiggled her
hips, calling my attention to the rings pressed against the base of my
penis.
I could sense my penis trying tentatively to expand within her as she
smiled down at me. Her voice was soft. “I guess I’ll have to get
another ring, I wonder where we’ll put it?”

I could tell that there was real regret in her voice, that she’d really
enjoyed the lifestyle she was describing. At the same time, I was a bit
shocked. I knew that some of the gays in our support group had enjoyed
something of a similar lifestyle, but I had a hard time facing the fact
that someone I was attracted to was like that. As a result, I stopped
my offers of marriage for a month or so, but by the time June arrived,
I’d come to face the fact that I liked Anne despite what she’d told me.

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“It’s been a few months since I left Janet,” Anne said, “and still, it’s
hard for me to face it.”

“You should call her up, talk to her,” I suggested.

“It’s not that,” she said, chuckling. “I’ve been phoning Janet once a
week for a while now. What I can’t do is imagine me living the rest of
my life monogamously or without sex.”

“Why not marry me?” I joked.

“What?” she said, stopping me on the street and staring at me.

“Like you said at the meeting,” I said. “You said you’d always thought
that marriage was a trap to be avoided, that marriage would mean the end
of your sexuality. Wouldn’t marriage be more fun than a convent?”

She smiled at me and chuckled. “It probably would, but you’re so …”
She paused, her voice trailing off. “Damn it, you’re so straight that
I’m afraid I’d offend you.”

She looked oddly at me for a moment before she answered. “They’re in
permanently; I’d have to cut them to get them out.”

Can you call it dating when neither partner is interested in making any
sexual advances? In March, a few months after Anne joined our survivors
support group, we started going out together. I think we were both
using our relationship defensively; by staying together when we were in
social settings, we could were shield each other from sexual pressure.

I still remember Anne’s outburst at her first meeting. “Damn you!” she
screamed. “Don’t you understand? Janet and I,” she sobbed, “Janet and
I shared all the same lovers.” She paused for a ragged breath. “How
can I make you understand? See these rings?” She ran her finger over
the arc of rings in one ear. “Janet and I had this deal. Everytime we
had a new guy, we’d put in a new pair of earrings, one ring for each of
us. Now she’s got AIDS, damn it, but I didn’t run away from her, I ran
away from all of our lovers! Janet I could face, I couldn’t face all the
guys!”

Anne was very withdrawn when she first joined the group; she said that
she was an artist, into jewelry design, but that she usually worked as a
sales clerk in a jewelery store because her artwork didn’t support her.
When she explained that she’d just arrived from Chicago, having fled the
city when her best friend was diagnosed with AIDS, I’m sorry to say that
we weren’t a very supportive group.

She was proud of her body, and she took care of it. From her wavy
brown hair that feathered lightly in the breeze, to her long,
beautiful legs that drew appreciative glances, she was happy with
the way she looked. She was proud of her flat stomach, and firm
breasts. Her nipples were large, and she loved how they drew a
man’s attention when they poked through her blouse. Or in this
case, her bikini top.

Laying in the hot sun, she worked a little more sunscreen into
her brown shoulder, and turned up her radio.

She was alone that day. Actually, she wasn’t planning to be. Two
days prior, she had broken up with her boyfriend over a petty
thing. She knew that they’d probably work it out, but she
understood that they needed this time apart now. So she came to
the beach anyway, not expecting anything.

She lay back on her towel, wishing that she and her boyfriend
were there together, his arms around her, putting lotion on her
skin. Her hands gently carassed her tummy, and she suddenly
realized that she was hornier than she thought.

About a hundred yards away, a man was playing with a dog. She had
seen them when she drove in and set up on the beach. She
recogmized the dog, it was owned by one of the summer people who
owned a nearby cabin. She looked up at the cabin, but didn’t see
their car. She looked back down by the water’s edge.

He was a nice looking man, not a body builder, but you could tell
he was strong, and had control of his body. He was sporting a
summer tan, but you could tell that laying on beach wasn’t his
style. He appeared very relaxed, laughing and throwing a stick
for the dog to chase. She noticed that he had a wonderful smile.

She felt a little hornier.

Time passed and she listened to her radio. She was dozing in the
sun when she suddenly felt a wet tongue on her face. She started,
looked up and before her stood a muddy, familiar face. Hairy,
tongue lolling out, it barked at her playfully.

“Hey, geez, I’m really sorry about that, miss, let me get him
away from you.” Then sterner, “Hey, get away from her – move!”

“Oh, it’s OK, don’t worry about it…”

“Are you allright,” he asked looking in her eyes.

“Yes, I’m fine..really.”

“I’m sorry he startled you, he’s just friendly.”

“Yes, I’ve seen him before.” Then before she realized she was
saying anything else, she said “But I’ve never seen you before,
have I?”

“No, you haven’t. I’m up from North Carolina, visiting my
grandparents. They own that cabin over there.”

Where the dog lives, she thought. Maybe it was the sun, but later
she decided it was the loneliness of not having her boyfriend
around. She said, “Want to go for a swim?”

“Sure!” He smiled again, wider. Boy, I love that smile, she
thought.

They swam and played together in the water. They were both good
swimmers, and the water was warm. She slapped him and laughing,
he chased her around the beach, the dog yapping and following. He
caught her and held her, while the waves crashed down around
them.

The afternoon went on. He invited her up to the house for a drink
of something cold. When she accepted, she wasn’t even surprised.
She was beginning to feel very turned on to this polite man with
the nice smile.

He made them milkshakes, strawberry, and they sat on the deck,
looking out at the ocean. While she toweled dry and put on a
bathrobe, he went down and collected her things from the beach.
He told her about his work, and listened to her relate her
experiences in law school. He was very funny, but with a
sarcastic wit, not a comedian. He obviously wasn’t trying to
impress her. And she loved that even more.

So she wasn’t surprised when she accepted his invitation to
dinner. He suggested she shower and change while he prepared it.
She got her clothes from her car and went into the bathroom.
Although she didn’t lock the door, he did not come to her then.
But she wanted him too, badly. When she was done she came into
the kitchen, and found he was just about finished. The table near
the large glass window was all set, and the salads were waiting.
He offered her wine, which she accepted.

The food was good, and the laughter was real. She wanted him
badly, and she knew she would have him, but for now, she was
enjoying herself. This was a totally pressureless evening, no
tension between them.

When they were sitting on the couch, looking at a fire he had
set, she went to him. She took his face in her hands and looked
him in the eyes. “I want to make love to you.” He smiled again,
and she melted. He did not speak at all, but instead picked her
up and carried her outside onto the white beach. The stars were
moving above them and a warm breeze moved their hair as he slowly
undid the buttons on her shirt. She undid her own pants and
pushed them down, and undid his pants as he removed his sweater.
She was wearing no bra, so her breasts came to light as soon as
he removed her shirt, her nipples went hard and stuck straight
up, begging. She moaned softly, and pressed herself against him,
she pushed down on his pants and freed him. She held him, and
moaned as he grew larger in her grip. He cupped her breasts, his
thumbs over her nipples, while he kissed her neck and face.
Naked, they stood there, sliding their hands over skin and muscle
building their desire. She began to sink lower, lower, until her
mouth took his penis. She slid her tongue around the head and up
and down his length. She could hear his moans, and she worked
faster, taking him deep inside and then almost all the way out,
showing him what she would like done later. He fell to his knees
and pulled her to him, lifting her up slowly, so that his face
was near her breasts. He sucked her nipples until they hardened,
and then lightly teased them with his cheek. Not speaking, she
lay back in the sand, still warm from the sun of the day and
opened her legs. She was expecting him to enter her then, she
wanted him to enter her then, but he had a better idea. He
started at her feet, and kissed her legs all the way up to her
inner thighs, and then kissed around her swollen mound. She was
moaning with pleasure as he gently kissed and sucked her, his
tongue laving her mons until she could no longer stand it.

She pulled him up onto her, and he was in her. She cried out with
the pleasure of penetration. He was so big! They moved together,
at first, slowly, but as time went on they got faster, harder, in
and almost out again and again. Breathing in lurge gulps of air,
their bellys slapping, and the sand. All the sand mixing with
their sweat. She came twice, a small one and then as he came in a
gush, a second, stronger. They lay together, staring up at the
stars in heaven, naked to the world. She cuddled close to his
warmth and he held her tight.

They showered together, and she dressed. She had to leave, and he
was to be leaving for North Carolina the next day. Her life would
go on, and so would his, but she would always remember that night
with a special guy with a great smile and making love on the
beach. She kissed him long and hard, and drove off. She felt no
regret, only a good feeling inside. A satisfied feeling.

And, of course, she would come back next summer.

Jenny and I are back in Seattle now, but we talk of those nights often. Alyssa
calls on occasion, but I understand she has a boyfriend now who is very
jealous and possessive. Since he’s twice my size I’m not about to make him
listen to reason so until she gives him the boot I guess Jenny and I will just
have to make it alone. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, mind you,
but we’ve both had our eyes opened to something better. And we’re looking
forward to the day Alyssa might join us again…

I fell asleep a bit later with each arm around a beautiful girl, cuddled up
next to me. I’d never been so happy or contented in my life.

Their attentions moved farther down my body to the region of my hips. With a
light, feathery touch they teased my throbbing cock. Jenny raised my cock up
and they both bent down and kissed a deep tongue kiss, with the head of my
cock in between. The feeling of two slippery tongues writhing around the most
sensitive part of my body was almost too much to bear and I groaned
involuntarily. They broke and Alyssa looked at me with a wicked smile. Then
she glanced over at Jenny who nodded briefly. Alyssa crawled astride my hips
and I knew what she was up to.

She slowly guided me into her and then sat down on my cock, forcing it deep
into the slippery warmth of her body. I reached up and held her to me as I
began to pump with slow rhythem. Jenny wasn’t left out, as she kissed Alyssa
and fondled both her and me. I felt just a twinge of jealousy at this
unguessed side of Jenny’s personality but the mood overpowered everything else.

“And what is that?” I asked. Then Alyssa cleared her throat and I looked
behind me.

She had finally shed the blankets, throwing them off the bed completely. In
the semi-darkness I could see her in all her naked glory. My eyes roamed over
the magnificence of her body, from her flowing hair to large, inviting,
hard-nippled breasts, to her wide hips to the dark mystery of her crotch. This
was the body I had seen and held in hundreds of idle erotic dreams now brought
to glorious reality. I turned to Jenny and said, “Are you serious?”

“Love,” she said, “Since our high school days Alyssa and I have shared almost
everything, both good and bad. You’re one of the good things that we’ve been
waiting a long time to share.”

I didn’t have time to say much else before Alyssa made me lay down with a firm
hand. She gave me a deep kiss that suddenly made my heart pound like an
overworked compressor and took my breath away for a moment. I reached out and
explored her body with my hands as she was exploring mine.

Suddenly I had two sets of hands caressing me as Jenny joined her. I lay back
and enjoyed the unbelievable sensation. And, to my astonishment, I saw that
they were caressing each other as well as me. I would have to ask Jenny about
the extent of her “sharing” with Alyssa at some future time but I was enjoying
myself too much worry about it now.

I was inclined to agree, but couldn’t say anything as my mouth was already
busy.

Liz must have been as excited as me, because it took her much less time than
usual to build up a full head of steam and before I knew it her gasps grew in
intensity and she suddenly stopped as every muscle in her body locked in an
intense orgasm. Slowly, slowly she relaxed and released a long sigh of
contentment. I crawled back up to lay beside her and she her tight until the
shivering subsided.

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I continued roving over Jenny’s nude form with mouth and hands as she shifted
and moaned with pleasure. I took one delicate nipple in my mouth and sucked it
gently, letting it harden under my tender ministrations. Out of one corner of
my eyes I could see Alyssa watching wide-eyed, still wrapped in the bedclothes.

Jenny grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down, and I kicked
them off onto the floor. I glanced again at Alyssa and could see her staring
at my cock, jutting stiff and hard from between my legs. This was getting
better by the second.

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I kissed her, tracing delicate lines down her cheek to her ear and then
down to the base of her throat with my open mouth. I could feel her shiver at
the sensation as I undid her pajama top with practiced ease. I felt a little
self-conscious. I had never made love in front of an audience before, not one
in the same bed. I could feel the heat of Becky’s body pressed against my
back and it seemed to increase my excitement tenfold.

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The night was getting less restful by the minute. Jenny wasn’t just cuddling,
but running her hands up and down my chest and legs, making me tingle. I was
fast losing interest in sleep at all. She kissed me back, this time with her
tongue. Her intentions were obvious, but I wasn’t so sure. “Sweetheart,” I
whispered, “I don’t know how to tell you this, but we *are* in your best
friend’s bed. It doesn’t seem fair to her.”

Jenny replied in a throaty voice, “Alyssa doesn’t mind.” she leaned up on her
elbow for a second and addressed her. “Do you?”

“Not at all.” Alyssa replied. “This bed doesn’t see much action as it is.

I wouldn’t mind watching somebody else for a change. That is, if it doesn’t
bother Tom…”

“Who, me?” I squeaked, unable to believe what I was hearing. “Oh, no, not at
all. I seem to be outnumbered anyway.”

“Then it’s settled.” Jenny said, laying back down and caressing my body again.
It occured to me that the whole thing sounded suspiciously well-rehearsed and
then I asked myself what the hell I was worrying about.

It seemed like seconds later that I was being shaken awake. It was Jenny
dressed in her pajama top. It was still dark outside so I mumbled something
about what the hell…?

“Sweetheart, I was just thinking and I felt guilty about making you sleep on
this uncomfortable couch.” she whispered. I was too tired to be uncomfortable
but was wondering what she was talking about. “Why don’t you come sleep with
us in Alyssa’s bed? It’s big enough.”

Now I was fully awake and none too happy. Spending the night next to that
luscious body and unable to do anything about it would not be great fun. But
Jenny finally talked me into. My resistance is very low when I’m pooped.

Jenny took me by the hand and led me into the darkened bedroom. I started to
crawl into bed and she said “You’re not going to sleep in your clothes, are
you?”

True enough, out in the front room I had just kicked off my shoes before
laying down. Gee, thanks, honey. It’s gonna be hard enough sleeping next to
Alyssa as it is. I wondered if Jenny was trying to get me back for something I
did or said during the day with this torture. I turned to where Alyssa was
laying and said, “Does this bother you at all?”

“Oh, no.” she replied “Jenny said you could be trusted.”

Jeez. something very funny was going on here but I decided it might be to my
advantage to play it through. So I stripped down to my shorts and climbed into
bed. Jenny got in after me and there I was with a woman on each side of me. I
guess things weren’t that bad after all. I put an arm around Jenny’s shoulders
and kissed her and told Alyssa goodnight.

Not that it was going to be that easy to sleep. The bed wasn’t *that* big and
both of the girls were pressed pretty tight against me. Jenny was cuddling me
on my left in the nightshirt and Alyssa’s warm body pressed against me on the
right and while I did’t dare find out for sure, I could have sworn she wasn’t
wearing anything. All I could feel was bare flesh pressing against mine. It
wasn’t going to be a very restful night after all, especially since I was
sporting a raging hard-on.

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They chattered on for the longest time, oblivious to the late hour. I just sat
quietly on the couch and tried to keep my eyes open. Finally, Jenny yawned (it
looked forced to me) and said it was time to get some sleep. Fine by me. Even
Alyssa’s body was failing to keep me awake anymore. Tells you how tired I was.

Alyssa met us at the door dressed in a flannel bathrobe that was open just
enough to rouse me a little from my stupor. She hugged Jenny and they went in
chattering away, almost ignoring me as I just missed tripping on the front
step and falling on my face. I said I was tired.

Like I said, I’ve seen all kinds of fares, but the topper had to
be this rich society bitch last Christmas. I pick her up at BWI load her
bags into the trunk and take off. She’s wearing a dead fox around her
shoulders and gave some fancy up town address. She’s about 40 years old,
but still sexy in a stuck-up kind of way. Stinking rich. I’m not
kidding you. But here’s the thing: When I pull in front of her castle,
she goes into her purse to pay the tab, and whaddya know? She can’t find
her wallet! “I’m terribly sorry,” she says in this hoity-toity voice.
“I don’t seem to be able to pay you”.

“That’s too fuckin’ bad, lady,” I say. “I guess you ain’t goin’
home yet then.” And I pull away from the curb and head for the nearest
expressway.

That got her panties all bunched up. “What can I pay you with?”
she says all nervous and agitated. She’s in my environment now.

“Well for starters you can suck my dick,” I say. I figure that
she’ll get insulted and report me but what the heck, right? I admit it,
I’ve got a crude mouth at times — I guess that’s why my wife left
me…..for another woman. But get this: The bitch actually says, “Well,
okay.”

With that I pull off the expressway, but leave the motor running
because it’s a fucking cold day, and I want the heater on. Then I climb
into the back seat with her, unzip my fly and haul out my pride and joy.

“Here, lady, here’s a nice cold treat for ya, See if you can warm
it up for me.” Before she could react, I shove my schlong between those
society lips quicker than you can say Jack Frost.

I thought the old bat was gonna’ choke on it at first — judging
from the gurgling noises comin’ from the back of her throat — but before
long she got into the spirit of giving head as I pushed my stiff , spit-
slick pole in and out of her warm, delicate mouth. Once or twice she
accidentally bit me, and I had to cuff her, but all in all, she sucked
like the pros I usually frequent, and when I spermed like a madman into
her mouth, she swallowed the whole mess without blinking an eye.

“What’s the matter? Old man not giving it to ya?” I say. She’s
pretty hot by this time, so I reach down and yank open her skirt and pull
her lacy black panties down. She does not object!

She’s gasping like a pig in heat, going, “Fuck me, fuck me. My
husband never touches me anymore. Oh, stick it in me. Ram my pussy,”
and some other trashy bullshit I forget.

“Easy, you old cow,” I snarl, and thrust three stick fingers into
her heaving snatch. It’s surprisingly tight for such an old hole, and
she was wetter than piss as I performed a digital exploratory. After
about two minutes of this threeplay I figure she’s ready for my beefy
cock, so I push her down on the seat, yank her legs wide open, lean down
for a quick whiff of her smelly slit — ah, heaven — then aim my pecker
at her hungry box and ram it home.

I split her cunt apart with my piledriver, filling it up with my
stiff eight-incher. She grabs onto me, digging her sharp fingernails
into my hairy ass as I belt her cunt with my boy-stick, reaming it in and
out as hard and fast as I could, ripping her dainty little, rich-bitch
cunt with my angry beast.

To her credit, she gave me as good as she got, thrusting her
lily-white hips up to meet each savage stroke I laid into her. For an
over-the-hill broad, her cunt felt pretty good as it clamped down on my
busy bone, almost as good as the hooke rs I fuck for their fares too.

Right in the middle of it she starts begging me to talk dirty to
her, like my big fat dick stuffing her cunt isn’t enough for her upper-
class snatch.

“Ahh, shaddup!” I growl, and to show I’m not kidding, I let her
have a playful slap in the kisser.

Instead of annoying her, it turns her on more, and we screw that
in the back of my cab for about 45 minutes, traffic whizzing by outside
the whole time. I kept up the bone pressure as I manhandled her big,
creamy knockers and stuck my tongue down her throat. I pinched her big
nipples till they were hard as pebbles and she had tears in her eyes.

From the way her body is shaking, I figure she must have cum
half-a-dozen times since I jumped on top of her. I feel like cuming too;
so when I my time came, I didn’t hold back. At the last minute I pulled
my dick out of her soppy snatch and, careful not to hit the seat, let her
have a hot, milky one right in the face. She starts lapping it up like a
starving puppy,and smearing it into her cheeks, all the while babbling
about what a great cocksman — I swear that’s the word she used — I am,
and how she never wants to stop fucking me. Same old story. Even the
whores give it to me for free.

I finally took her home and let her pay me with a check. It
didn’t bounce either. Too bad, I wanted an excuse to look that cunt up
again.

It was only a couple of months ago when my boyfriend, David, amid a
frank discussion (I’d told him to confess his innermost fantasies or I
wouldn’t untie him!) said that he’d really like to see someone else wank,
and to be watched himself as he played with his 7 inches of manhood.
The idea was lost as he flung himself on top of me when I undid his
bonds but the seed of an idea had been planted…

A few days later, it was saturday evening and I’d been in preparation for
a couple of days. The shopping had been done and I was ready to play.
Seduction at our place often starts with a good meal and a bottle of
plonk and, having shared an extra glass of wine after dinner I led
David up to the bedroom. It was cosy in the room and the light was
dimmed a little. I sat David on the bed and told him he was just to
do as I asked. He smiled and I gently pushed him back onto the bed,
kissing him ever more deeply.

At first we just kissed, lips and then tongues, until our hands began
to rove over each others’ body. I held his face, then one hand went
behind his neck, pulling his lips harder to mine as my other hand
trailed outside his shirt, over his chest and around his nipples.
Davids’ nipples are sensitive and it didn’t take long for me to feel
their hardness through my fingertips. My nails started to scratch his
cherries where my fingers had lightly stroked and the intensity of the
feelings had him pressing his erectness hard against me.

David lay underneath me and I straightened up a little, undoing his
shirt and gripping his firm chest and scratching his nipples directly.
His cock was almost bursting out of his trousers and his fingers fervently
fondled my breasts through my blouse and bra. Just to surprise him I
shuffled up his body and, with my short, tight skirt having risen around
my hips I sat with my thighs each side of his face. He was treated to
a dripping wet pussy, no knickers, and he instantly reacted by delving
his tongue as far into my cunt as he could.

I laughed quietly to myself and moved from him, knowing that more,
much more, was to come…

As I moved from Davids’ face he reached for me but I avoided his hands
as he let me take off his remaining clothes. David has a good build and
he wasn’t ashamed of letting me see his naked body and I smiled as I saw
how big his cock had become. I loved to tease him and I could see that
my ministrations were having a massive effect on him!

David lay waiting for me to move towards him again so that he could
undress me and take me, but I had other ideas. From under the bed
I pulled two ankle cuffs; they were each attached to two chains and,
hidden under the bed, each chain was attached to one of the four corners
of the bed. I quickly slipped the cuffs onto Davids’ ankles before he
could protest and then stood back. The cuffs allowed him almost total
freedom – but only within the confines of the bed. There was lot of
spare chain so he could roam around the whole of our double bed but,
start towards the rest of the room and the chain pulled him short.

Davids’ eyes questioned why; all I said was “I just want a little freedom
to play where I want…why don’t you watch me..?”

As I spoke I let my long, mousy hair down from its clips – the ends
settled just above the swell of my firm 36 inch bust. My tits were
firm, and full, and I loved touching them. As my hand slid outside my
blouse, as I stood, leaning against the wall at the foot of the bed so
that David, propped up on pillows could see me over his throbbing cock,
I raised my face so that my boobs strained against my caressing fingers
and my hips arched my ass from against the wall. I sighed gently as I
felt my nipples, rigid through my clothing, pushing nail-hard against
my touch. My sighs turned to small mews in my throat and I unbuttoned
my blouse and my front-catching bra, finally feeling my hands on my bare
breasts, squeezing and caressing their fullness and pinching and pulling
at my long nipples.

The more I played the more carried away I became and I pleaded with David,
“Watch me Baby, watch me play with myself.”

He just replied, breathily, “Yes, Darling, do it, wank for me, masturbate,
jerk yourself off, finger-fuck your cunt…”

I was surprised at the vehemence of his words but then, glancing through
my half-closed eyes I saw that David was firmly rubbing the flat of his
hand over his cock. His hands intermittently played over his thighs and
balls and his fingers occassionaly went to tweak his nipples, leaving
his back arched as his cock pleaded to regain its rubbing hand.

Closing my eyes again I scratched hard at my nipples, hurting them and
loving the pain. My right hand dived under the waistband of my skirt
in order to rub away some of the frustration from my soaking pussy but,
finding it restricted by the waistband and only able to tantalisingly
play with my erect clit, I undid the catch on the side of the skirt with
my left hand and then cried out in pleasure as three fingers of my hand
rammed themselves deep into my gaping cunt as the skirt dropped around
my ankles.

I was leaning against a wall, tits out, crying out, fucking with my
fingers for all I was worth and dressed only in white suspenders, white
stockings and white high-heels. My right hand wanked and my left hand
squeezed and tormented my breasts. All the time I was gasping, “Watch
this David, watch me fuck myself, watch me wank as I look at your naked
body and your hard cock, watch me frig myself as you pump your rod.
Do it David, do it with me!”

I was in ecstacy, I was rampant, aching; I was loving it and now my
eyes were opened and I watched David brazenly jerking his cock up
and down in his fist. He was wide-eyed and watching my fingers in my
cunt as he played with his body. He was writhing on the bed, wanting
to be released but aching for the intense pleasure never to finish.
Suddenly he was gasping and his body bent upwards and he screamed, “I’m
coming, I’m coming!” and jets of spunk flew into the air, up his chest
and even as far as his neck. I had never seen his spunk come out like
that; loads of it – he almost gave himself a mouthful!

He must have carried on pumping for a full half-minute before he fell
back on the bed, breathing heavily. I felt like I had come a thousand
times as I had wanked for him but I just wanted to carry on playing…

David has his eyes closed and, gently pulling my sopping fingers from
my hot cunt I went over to him. I knelt beside the bed and stirred the
juices from my fingers in with his cum that lay tracked across his belly
and chest. Then I lifted my cum covered fingers to his lips.

“Suck them baby.” I said, “This is you and me and I want you to taste us.
Eat and you can have me all night – that’s a promise.” He was wonderful
- he made like a trussed-up slave being ordered, rather than asked, to
do his womans’ bidding. At first he just extended his tongue a little,
lapping at my fingers, but then he closed his lips around each one in
turn, sucking at our juices and making small cries as though he were
getting excited all over again. My fingers turned into phallic symbols
for him and he dutifully sucked the five cocks on my hand. We looked
at each other as he did it, my eyes were wide and he was turning us both
on with his explicit love-play.

When my hand was clean I moved to his feet and, sliding my hand up the
outside of his thighs, over his hips and nipples, I licked, right up
his centre, from perineum, over his balls, sucking on each as I went,
nibbling gently along the semi-erect length of his penis, kissing and
sucking on its exposed head, licking and kissing over his navel and up
to his nipples, lapping up the remainder of his cum along the way, and
eventually stopping, now lying with my head on his chest where I sucked,
licked and teased his nipples and played with them with my fingers.

Under my belly I could feel his cock getting harder as I played more and
more with his nipples. I slid down the bed again and, kneeling at his
feet, pulled him towards me as much as his fetters would allow so that
now his cock and balls were nearly at the edge of the bed, right by my
waiting lips. I knew that, after his massive orgasm before, I had time
on my side and so I just gently leaned forward from my kneeling position
and kissed his balls lightly. I could hear his surprised intake of breath
for, as he lay on the bed, there was no way he could see what I was doing.
Pausing for a few seconds I leaned forward and again kissed his balls -
but slightly higher up the sac this time – towards the base of his cock.
I paused again, then kissed again, then paused, then kissed – and just
marvelled as, each time I kissed, his manhood would jerk and stretch
a little further… When I reached the base of his cock I tilted my
head to one side and then enveloped the base with my lips. I almost
couldn’t stretch my lips around the whole of his width but managed it
and then started to lick and suck at that part of his cock. David was
moaning and moving, arching his hips in a vain attempt to allow the upper
part of his manhood the same favours that the lower part was enjoying.
I only let him writhe for a short while and then, still sucking at the
base of his cock I closed my hand around the upper part and, pulling his
foreskin up and down, to its fullest extent, I began to slowly wank him.

I was tempted to enclose my mouth around the whole of his cock but
blow-jobs were nothing unusual for us and I wanted David to experience
something new; a fantasy come true…

Slowly, sooo slowly, teasing more than exciting, my hand moved up and
down his rod. My fingers, at the top of their travels, touched the
tip of his cock and spread a little more pre-cum around the tiny hole.
Occassionaly I would leave the foreskin stretched down and, with my other
hand, grazed his glans and the underside of his rod with my nails.
His moans were incomprehensible but the agonized bucking of his hips
told me all I needed to know.

It took over half an hour for my neck to ache so that I needed to
straighten up; as for David – he was so straight that even I was amazed -
I had never seen him so big and hard! He was teased to distraction -
he hadn’t been able to play with himself as I played with him and my
ministrations were so laid back that he was agonizingly frustrated and
MASSIVELY turned on. As I pulled away a little from him his right hand
dived towards his cock and his hips rose up, eager for dick to meet
digits to relieve his agony.

Worried that he may come so fast that the moment would too soon be over,
I leant over him, my nipples grazing the sheet between his legs and
reminding me that I was completely turned on too. As his hand moved
up and down his shaft I closed my hand over his and allowed the two to
move as one. The extra pressure from my hand and the closeness of my
touch obviously pleased him and he breathed, “Yes, oh Yes!”

Allowing my hand to exert a little more pressure on his I slowed
his movements down and, before he could protest at this restriction,
I lowered my mouth over his head so that he could feel my wet warmth
over his foreskin and then directly over the head of his rod as his
hand-movements exposed it. It was all he needed and, within a couple of
strokes (and a little suction on my part!) I felt his cum spurt into my
mouth; wet, warm, salty – I loved it but did not swallow and, as soon as
he was spent, I moved up Davids’ body and, still holding his cum in my
mouth, I french-kissed with him – sharing the warm spunk with its maker.

David is not inconsiderate but, after his exertions, he was obviously
tired and his gentle touches to my drenched cunt were very half-hearted.
I laughed gently, “You take it easy Lover-Boy – I need something good
and hard inside me and you’re obviously not up to the job…so you
just watch.”

It was the second time that evening that he’d watched me put on a show
for him but, in my state of unsatisfied lust, I would have performed
in front of a bunch of monkeys. I wasn’t putting on a show for him -
this was my playtime and I was making the most of it!

Opening a draw in my dresser I reached towards the back of it and brought
out a small box, shoe-box size. Opening the lid I pulled out a large,
ribbed vibrator. I had chosen the toy carefully, along with a few others
at the local porn-palace and its mechanics were quite wondrous; it pumped,
vibrated and twisted at three different speeds and it took only seconds to
slide the thick, eight inch toy right up my slit. I needed to be fucked.
We had played for what seemed like hours – foreplay wasn’t needed now
and I just leant into that toy for all I was worth. The speed was at
its second level and I moaned as I stood, in the middle of the room,
shoving that plastic cock inside me and mauling my tits with my free hand.
I could see David, his cock no longer limp, staring at me and gently
stroking his nipples. A thought crossed my mind and I reached into the
box again to pull out a long, thin vibrator. I walked over to the bed,
the large vibrator still in my cunt, and told David to lick the new toy.
He dutifully did so and, when it was nice and wet I knelt over his
body, my thighs straddling his waist. Leaning forward and asking him
to play with my tits I also took the thin vibrator and, switching it
on, slid its lubricated length up my ass. The feeling was fantastic,
a hard, moving cock up my cunt, a thin, pulsating length up my ass and
my nipples being licked and sucked while David moulded my breasts with
his hands and I turned the speed on the big vibrator up to its maximum.
I came and came and came.

I sagged, exhausted, on top of David, still squatting but with my tits on
his chest and my face buried in his shoulder. If anyone had asked me then
I wouldn’t have been able to raise any interest in sex (or anyone elses
for that matter!). David, it seemed, had other ideas; I hadn’t really
noticed the hard length of manhood that was rising strongly to meet my
body but I quickly noticed as, deftly pulling the thin vibrator from
my ass he replaced it with the tip of his cock. His rod just touched
my slightly widened ass-hole and I, not quite realising his intentions,
just playfully smiled and shook my head, “No, I don’t think so love…”

Unfortunately for me David was spurred on by my denial of my body to
him and he gripped my thighs from his position underneath me.

“Remember your promise,” He said as he gently pushed me back onto his
cock, my legs, spread astride his body, helped his access as did the
juices generated by our previous escapades. My eyes widened and I
tried to relax as I felt his knob slowly push up my anus. David, as
I’ve said, has a big tool and when it was up my cunt it was one thing,
but up my ass was something else entirely. The first sensation, just
a stretching of my ass-hole and his cock pushing rythmically against
it, each time trying to gain a little more access, were pleasant and
erotic but then, as he managed to get that thick rod further in to me
the pleasure became pain; not a ripping pain but a pain of being filled,
stretched and pleasured in a way I had never known.

My eyes were wide, my mouth screaming contradictions, “Oh yes, no more,
push it in, further, oh please take it out!” I was ecstatic, in a world
high above my real plane. Literally screwed out of my brains.

He was in me, filling my ass and the thick vibrator was still in my
cunt, still pulsating. I was being screwed from every way and Davids’
hands were pulling hard at my nipples. Only more pain could enhance
the delicious agony in my ass and he was giving it to me pulling and
twisting at my swollen buds. Suddenly, his hands flattened against my
tits and he pushed me away from him so that I was sitting up, almost
leaning backwards. I couldn’t believe the sensation for it drove his
prick even further into my expectant ass, filling me totally, seemingly
meeting the vibrator in my cunt at mid-point. The feelings drove me to
even greater heights and I rubbed furiously at my clit, screwing his cock
with my ass, driving my hole onto his cock until I came, massively and,
at the same time, I felt his warm cum spray the walls of my rectum.