Deep Sea Detectives

She didn’t find it unusual to be wearing a leather collar for breakfast. She didn’t find it unusual that he was discussing The Story of O with her. She didn’t find it odd that she was, otherwise, naked, but that he was dressed in pants and a teeshirt. It was warm, and she felt at ease in a way she couldn’t describe, but which she knew had some relationship to having been in a family home for so many years. Today she was not mother, or wife, and because she was not, she could be naked and collared. The thought felt good. She moved easily against the heavy damask cloth of the seat and found something reassuring in the friction of the nap of the cloth against a bruised portion of skin on her thigh. His voice was hypnotic, but not overpowering; she had a visceral loathing of men who lectured her, but there was a gentleness of manner that drew her into the private world he was describing.
“We all want to be Sir Stephen with O waiting for us at Roissy or at Anne Marie’s training house, but we have to work, or make a living, or make a home for someone who provides us with a living…” She felt brave enough to respond; were slaves supposed to be silent?
“You don’t seem to do too badly.” He paused for a moment, and she wondered if this was going to be the occasion for some masterful rebuke. Instead he laughed.
“You’re right, and if I wanted to I could sell all my investments and go somewhere less interesting and try and live off the proceeds, but I’d rather keep working and enjoy a better standard of living. It’s the standard flaw of porn, and of lots of conventional books. You don’t want to read about me buttering my toast, or how I earn money unless it’s sexy. Everyday life can be tedious in the extreme.” She wanted to argue back, to say that everyday life could be fun and exciting. Part of her, too, wanted to argue that this constant sense of sexual charge could be part of her everyday life, that she wished it were part of her everyday life. Was this role play? Is he encouraging me to argue with me so he can beat me? Am I meant to incite him? She went on.
“Lots of people think architecture and design is sexy. It’s better than being a kitchen porter….” He put the butter knife down before gesturing.
“It is, but it’s not all schemes like this. Often it’s just small scale extensions, or play areas on somebody else’s projects…”
“Play areas or play rooms?” He laughed, and extended his arms.
“Play areas. Councils and developers like me because I come up with safe play areas for kids using recycled materials. I’m doing natural looking BMX and skateboarding areas for a charity. Lots of recycled tyres and old railway sleepers, and bits of scaffolding that looks like it fell off the back of a wagon. Boring but it pays the fuel bills.”
She caught him staring at her breasts. Could she stop herself hunching over, concealing them against the table? She straightened her back, relaxed, began to manage her breathing. Not looking to him for approval was one of the ways of getting his approval, she’d learned that when he’d stood over her last night, after the beating and the hard sex, and had told her to make herself come. He’d slapped her breasts sharply, and told her to focus on making herself come, not on him. She’d been confused by his i sistencethat she was the sex object, not him, but it was starting to make a kind of sense.
“Think about O again. You can tell that book was written by a woman. The details about her stockings, the awareness of the everyday discomforts of dressing, that way her hair is brushed, the way Rene and Stephen wanted her, it’s such feminine writing. But it’s porn. Can I ask you to dress like that every day? While you’re at home with two kids and trying to keep your family together, or running from home to lectures at university?”
“I could try. Why shouldn’t I? If it pleases you…” He stood up and walked away from the table, towards one of the arched windows; he’d told her this room had been part of the vestry, but she wasn’t sure what that was. It was an anteroom, she understood that, off to the side of the sanctuary, a place of lower ceilings and warmer floors, and a kitchen of hand made units and expensive appliances that she wanted to whisk back to Denton with her. The windows looked out on a garden shrouded in autumnal mist and the shadows of trees soon to lose their leaves.
Never mind the trees…Make him answer.
“I mean, what does it matter if I have to take a little more care or a little more time if it pleases you?”
He was drinking apple juice from a deep, wide brimmed wine glass, sitting on the stone windowsill.
“Right now Bea you do what I tell you. I could tell you to go away from here and check every detail of your dress and appearance with me. Why bother? If you’re going to embrace these roles wanting to be like this is the first rule, and that should mean you choose to dress to please, and choose to make yourself over to me while you’re here.” Something made her want to curl up on the chair, or to get up and walk round, to be more casual, the way he seemed to be. She couldn’t move though. She wanted to stay in her chair, to make no decisions, even as he seemed to be saying to her that all the decisions were hers.
“I’ve chosen already. I want to be your sub. I want to be beaten when you see fit, to be used as you see fit. But I want to please all the time.” He put the glass down on the table, walking towards her.
“You please me. I like you. You make good choices already. I gave you a collar this morning, you chose to wear it and to remain naked.” She blushed, a genuine pink blush. She hadn’t realised she’d been making a choice.
“I just assumed you wanted me naked….” He was standing behind her, hands on her breasts, holding her.
“You assumed right. That’s the rule, not that I will tell you everything you should do, but that I’ll provide you with guidance and you’ll decide.” She wanted to lean back into him, to rock against him. During the night he’d occasionally wrapped her in his arms, then moved away again. She hadn’t felt any kind of loss, but now she felt as if she missed the intimacy of being cuddled. A trade off for the sex? Even wrapped up in his arms, his fingers inches from the sensitivity of her nipples, she felt she could keep arguing with him.
“So what do I wear day by day?”
“It’s simple. Wear what you think I’d want you to wear. Do I want you dressed for sex if you’re spending all day ferrying the kids or sitting in lectures? No. Do I want you dressed for sex if it would be possible, if I were there, that I would use you? Yes.” She held her breath for a moment before answering.
“And that’s mastery, that I do what I think you would want?” She was sure her skin was beginning to flush pink against his as he held her. His hands were moving up her breasts, his forefinger and thumb pinching her nipples, not painfully, but firmly, as if exploring their length. She remembered her young nipples, before pregnancy, before the kids, pink and more cone shaped, popping up under tight fitting tops when she’d least appreciated. Now they were darker in colour, coarser in texture, and with a wider perimeter that seemed to have stolen some of the self erecting flexibility of her youth. She’d tried clamping her nipples when cybering with him. She’d liked the way they looked, distended and stretched, even though it had hurt. She’d used clothes pegs, and she’d used a set of metal clamps she’d bought online. Both had left her whimpering with pain. She’d told him that, and had neglected to tell him that both had made her wet. Why? Scared probably. Discipline was one thing. Everyone knew that discipline was the English fetish. But pain? Raw edged real pain? She didn’t want to admit to enjoying that, or the wave of emotions it brought with it…
Except he knew. He’d beaten her last night, and had taken her straight afterwards, and he’d enjoyed her wetness. An,, she thought, if she didn’t stop lubricating as he pulled at her nipples now she couldn’t even claim it was the novelty of the experience. He was tugging at her teats, pulling her breasts upwards, leading her to rise from her chair and stand up. She responded to the deft instructions of his hands as if she had always been this way, compliant and easily guided. He moved plates and condiments aside, made room for her head and her hair, guided her ankles towards the table legs and secured them with leather belts that he produced, stored for just this occasion, from one of the table’s drawers. Her mind was wandering; what kind of man keeps leather belts ready for just such an occasion in his kitchen drawers?
“I keep them in the table drawers because if people find a locked drawer in an antique kitchen table they just assume you’ve lost the key.” Was he reading her mind?
“Breakfast; the best way to start the day.” As he spoke he was placing a clean linen tea towel under her cheek so that her head was raised off the table top and its scent of wax and old pine. She wanted to shake her head, to try and clear it. Men in porn novels don’t make jokes. They don’t smile and make jokes as they bind you over the table. What was he going to do? Fuck her? Beat her?
Spank her. That’s what it felt like. A full handed spank on her arse, pushing her breath out of her. But it didn’t feel right, didn’t feel like a hand should. The second and third slaps followed, and she was aware of a tingling below her skin, pins and needles making her fear what followed. He stepped back into her line of sight again. He was naked, and hard, which made her smile in turn, but what held her gaze was his right hand. He was wearing a rubber mitt, bright red, with hundreds of little pimples on its surface. He ran the pimples over the skin of her arm.
“It’s for grooming dogs. I’ll bet they won’t use these pictures in the catalogue.” With that he was back behind her, spanking her steadily, vigorously, his hand ranging up and down her thighs, bringing gasps from her when he struck too close to the points where the whip had bitten the previous night.
The cry that emerged from her mouth when he ran the pimpled mitt over her mound was not her own voice. She was sure of that. It wasn’t me god, honest, I’m not begging him…
It was. He stood behind her, wet his cock at her pussy, and then, as he’d said so many times in emails and on the phone, he pushed his way into her backside. She tried to raise herself, to meet him with her arse and to allow him further into her. In response he slid his right hand under her, so that each time his thrusts pushed her downwards her pussy and clit ground across the mitt. He was enjoying her. That was all she thought; he was enjoying her. And how wise was he, to put a tea towel under her face as she dribbled and gasped, trying to get words of gratitude out as he rode her? Shaking all over; she couldn’t remember the name of the singer, or the words of the song, just a chorus, but it was interfering with her thoughts as her thighs trembled, as her stomach trembled and her breath seemed to be squeezed between her chest and the table top. Did he know that her clit was starting to lose it sensitivity from the friction of the mitt? Was that why he rubbed it, slick with her juices, over her right nipple? She was so sensitive it felt harsher than sandpaper, and good. She hung on onto the table as if he had bound her outstretched arms as well, and gave way completely to his final strokes. In her head it didn’t matter if she was imagining the sensation of his juice rushing inside her, or if she really could feel its heat and its force.
He left her on the table while he went away. It didn’t seem odd to be sprawled naked across a table, bound and gaping. She cherished that phrase as soon as it came to mind. She imagined herself writing it to him in an email; whatever happened she would always cherish the morning when he left her bound and gaping on his kitchen table. They’d talked before about speechless sex; now she’d experienced it, and it didn’t seem unnatural. Quite the opposite. Speech was unnecessary until he broke the spell by returning with a stoneware bowl of lemon scented water, the bowl decorated in celtic knots that implied bonds and tethers. She waited as he unfastened the bonds around her ankles, then allowed him to wipe her with the cloth, to sooth away the sweat that had gathered on her shoulders and breasts, to wipe away some of her juices that seemed to have reached halfway down her thighs. She wanted to hug and kiss him.
“I needed that…” He smiled, distantly.
“Did you? I hadn’t thought about that. Not beforehand anyway.” She put the thought of hugging and kissing him aside, and thought only of the warm sting of the cloth on her clit as he wiped away her juices; a wasted but necessary effort.

Janey was taking a break from her shopping when she first saw him. He was tall, dark and handsome, of course, why else would she have noticed? She was sitting at a sidewalk table of the local cafe, deciding where next to spend Arnold’s hard earned cash when he sat at the next table, perfect jeans moulded to his perfect arse, eyes tantalisingly hidden behind dark glasses, oozing confidence.
It didn’t take long for him to notice her. Hell, she knew she still had it. She hadn’t let herself go like so many did after they caught a man. She liked to tease the ones that had missed getting her, so she kept herself trim, dressed for effect and made sure her assets were on show. And Arnold loved that he had a damn fine looking woman on his arm when they went somewhere.
Pity Arnold didn’t have the same attitude to his own physique. He’d gotten more than pudgy over the years and let his dress sense slide too. Janey loved her man, without question, but sometimes it was a real effort to get excited about bed games with him. A little harmless fantasy didn’t go astray, and this fellow cafe patron was ideal for a leading role in her next one.
So she studied him extensively from behind her own dark glasses, sipping her coffee as she memorised every visible inch of the man before her.
Suddenly he turned straight to her, removing the glasses and smiling at her, a smile to make her melt. “Excuse me, miss, but you look lonely there. May I join you?” His voice was deep, mesmerising, sexy.
Afterwards, she would never be able to explain why she had said yes. Or what she had talked to him about for an hour or why she had followed him to his car — a red convertible, of course. It suited him perfectly. It was flashy, luxurious, sexy.
Nor could she explain why she had willingly, no, more than that — eagerly allowed him access to those places only her husband should know. But she could tell you it was the best sex she had ever had.
He had driven to a quiet, remote picnic area, taken a rug from the back seat, laying it on the ground before removing her dress and bra, locking his mouth over hers, forcing his knee between her thighs, pushing her down on her back. Almost magically he had lost his clothes, the shirt and jeans appearing neatly on top of her dress, without him breaking contact with her mouth. His hands were rubbing her through her knickers, sliding across the sodden material before dragging them off and shoving his thick cock into her aching wet pussy, filling her, stretching her, fucking her far deeper than Arnold could. She moaned and cried, raking her fingernails across his back as he thrust hard into her before withdrawing totally, leaving her empty, yearning for the feel of his cock inside her.
He grabbed her ankles, putting them over his shoulders and held her down, his hands pushing her shoulders into the rug and then slammed his cock back into her as deep as he could go. She tried to buck under him, but he held her still, driving her wild as he plundered her, bringing her to a climax so strong she screamed, the world going blank as she thrashed under him.
Abruptly he pulled out of her, his balls tight, his cock pulsing as it spurted across her belly and onto her face. Then he stood and began dressing.
Amazed, confused, utterly spent, Janey lay on the rug, absentmindedly wiping the cum from her face and rubbing it into her tits and belly. She didn’t notice as he took photos, she was busy remembering the look and feel of his rock hard cock, knowing she’d never see the like of it again.
On his command, she rose and got dressed. He kept her panties, driving her back to the cafe and leaving without another word. She didn’t even know his name.
***
Amanda’s attention was drawn to the car, watching as it parked across the street from the coffee house. It was a sexy little red number, probably held a balding Lothario trying to regain his lost youth with an expensive toy, but the car was nice.
She continued watching as the driver climbed out. Nope, not balding, not old either. The clothes were expensive, like the car, and tailored perfectly, showing off a well developed back and cute arse. When he turned to cross the road, Amanda was far from disappointed with the front view either.
Absentmindedly twisting her wedding ring, she daydreamed: that body in her bed, those hips rising and falling as he drove into her — of course he was well hung. What was the point of a dream, if it wasn’t perfect? She watched him cross the road, willing him to come into the coffee house.
She was more than happy when he did; and ecstatic when he sat at the table next to hers.
***
They were all the same, he thought as he flicked through the glossy prints before sorting them into ten separate envelopes with names and addresses neatly written across the front. Bored wives were such easy pickings. Hang around any trendy coffee lounge or cafe and they were like moths to a candle, almost begging to get burned. Just look for the well maintained and tastefully dressed figure below a face with tired and slightly sad eyes.
Sit nearby - you could feel their eyes on you — make sure you showed off your own assets. Then dazzle them with a bit of flattery, get them chatting. Throw in the odd pointed question to find out what you needed; pour on a bit of charm. They were like putty in his hands.
Take them somewhere quiet and anonymous; give them a good hard fuck and put them back where you found them. And move on when fresh pickings got slim.
The art was in not hanging around long enough for them to recover. He’d made that mistake only once.
Rachel had been a great fuck and he’d gone back, several times. She’d gotten attached and then her husband caught them. Christ, he’d only survived that one by inches. Good thing it was a bungalow — but he didn’t recommend jumping out of windows with your pants around your ankles.
Since then he’d had a rule: hump ‘em and dump ‘em. He never went near their homes, never got tangled in their lives. And he always took pictures, just in case they ever somehow found him. He just threatened to tell the husbands; that always kept them quiet.
Yeah, loving wives. There was nothing better.

Author’s Note: I originally posted this story under the name zeke81. Time has passed and I’ve had several suggestions about improving this story so I am submitting this revised version. Please feel free to read the version posted under zeke81 and let me know which version you think is better.
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For the past several years my wife Lisa has been having a weekly “refreshment” party with her friends Jane, Mary, Tina, and Becky.
They always took place while I was always at work so I had never gotten to sample any of the “refreshments”. When I asked if she would save me some Lisa told me that they were too good to save even a small taste for me.
I began to grow suspicious about the true nature of the “refreshment” parties when Lisa wouldn’t even give me a hint about what the other women brought to the parties. I also realized that I never saw Lisa preparing her own “refreshments” on Monday night for the Tuesday get togethers.
When I first became suspicious all sorts of ideas ran through my head about the refreshments being served; if there were any at all.
The thought occurred to me that maybe the refreshments were all high priced store bought treats that the women wanted to enjoy without their husbands knowing how much they spent.
I considered the thought that maybe the other ladies were bringing “refreshments” and Lisa was just the hostess for the parties.
I let my mind wander away from thoughts of civilized snacks and conversations and I pictured their parties as orgies where all of these women were gang banged by dozens of men with huge cocks. Then I realized that if my wife wanted to be gang banged by men with big cocks she’d tell me and have me video tape it for our future enjoyment.
My wife and I have that kind of relationship; if there is something one of us wants sexually, we help each other get it.
So I knew the parties weren’t covers for cheating wives, at least not with men. That brought up the possibility that the parties were my wife and her friends getting together for a lesbian orgy every Tuesday, in my house. As far as I knew Lisa had never been with a woman; she’d never been with one with me at least.
The thought of the five of them all naked and pleasuring one another made me horny as hell. By the time that I came up with that possibility I had been thinking about what could be going on at the “refreshment” parties for so long that I had to find out what really happened when my wife and her friends got together Tuesday mornings at my house.
I decided that since Lisa wasn’t going to tell me about the parties I’d just have to take things into my own hands and spy on her.
When the next Tuesday morning came, I waited as long as I could before kissing Lisa goodbye and heading out the door for work. That morning however I wasn’t going to work. I had told my boss on Monday that I had a dentist appointment, and had decided just to take the whole day off.
I drove down the street and over to a small piece of property I own a few blocks from the house. There’s a shed on the lot that I use as a shop for working on my car; so I pulled the car inside to keep it out of sight.
From there I could easily make my way back home without being seen, and my car was out of sight so nobody would know that I was still in the area.
I made my way quickly back to my house. I had decided that the back yard would be a safe place to hide and hopefully see what was happening. Our living room is on the back of the house and has a glass wall that looks out onto our pool and patio so if they sat in the living room I would be able to see them easily. I positioned myself behind a large oak tree and waited.
I didn’t have to wait long because within 20 minutes all of the girls had arrived. I noticed immediately that they weren’t carrying any food items, so I was sure that something was happening.
Just as I was wishing I’d moved the patio furniture and left the doors open to the living room, the four girls opened the doors and came out and sat in the patio chairs. I could hear their small talk, nothing very interesting. My wife didn’t come outside right away. When Lisa finally emerged from the house she was carrying a serving tray that had a large glass pitcher, five glasses, a large glass bowl, five plates, and some spoons and forks.
I was confused because the pitcher and the bowl were both empty.
“Did everyone remember to bring their refreshments?” My wife asked with a laugh.
“We always do Lisa, what’s the joke anyway?” Mary asked.
“Oh, it’s just that my husband keeps asking me to save him some of our refreshments, so he can see why we do this every week.” Lisa said.
The girls all laughed.
“Okay, who’s first?” Lisa asked.
“I’ll go first; I’ve really got to go anyway.” Jane said.
Lisa took the pitcher from the tray and placed it on the ground. Jane stood up, unzipped her dress and slid out of it; she quickly removed her bra, then peeled off her panties and put them in the pitcher.
For a moment she stood there naked, enjoying the breeze on her skin, then to my great surprise she squatted over the pitcher and began peeing into it. She moaned and sighed with pleasure as she released her golden liquid into the pitcher.
When she was done, she stood up, went back to her chair and sat down.
Over the next few minutes each of the five women took their turns stripping off their clothes, putting their panties into the pitcher, and peeing into the glass vessel.
The pitcher was nearly full when they were all done making their contributions. Lisa picked up the pitcher, stirred it with a large spoon, and began pouring five glasses of the warm yellow liquid.
When they all had a glass they each raised their glass and together they said “Cheers” and they all took a long drink from their glasses. I was amazed. They had all taken a drink of piss as if it were tea or perhaps because of the color lemonade.
I sat there in disbelief as I watched them sit there naked sipping on their glasses of piss, and talking as you’d expect any group of friends to do.
“I’m getting hungry, has anybody got any snacks ready?” Tina asked.
“I do.” Becky said.
Becky stood up, took the bowl from the tray, placed it on the ground and squatted over it. Her ass was facing me as she took one monster shit into the bowl.
The other girls decided to add their own ingredients to the snack. All five women took huge shits; the kind any man would be proud of. Except most men probably wouldn’t shit into a bowl in front of their friends and these women did.
When they had all made their contribution Lisa picked up the bowl and began mixing the shit together as if she were beating eggs.
When it was well mixed she dished out five equal portions and the girls all began eating the shit as if it were some divine delicacy.
These women literally licked their plates clean and washed it down with large amounts of piss. They refilled the pitcher and sat talking like women normally do except for the facts that they were completely naked outside, had just eaten a mixture of all their shit, and they were drinking urine like it was lemonade.
For awhile I thought that was all that was going to happen, because all they did for nearly an hour was talk, but then they all got up in unison and dove into the pool.
It happened so fast that I had to move quick or I would have been seen. After splashing around in the pool for awhile, Mary and Tina climbed out of the pool and began 69′ing on the patio. Meanwhile, Jane had moved so she was sitting on the edge of the pool Lisa had her head buried in Jane’s crotch, and Becky was eating Lisa from behind.
These women were obviously well practiced at eating each others’ pussies because within five minutes they’d all had orgasms and had switched to another partner, they kept going until they had all eaten the other four women’s pussies.
After their very energetic fucking all five women were thirsty again so they refilled the pitcher and drank every last drop.
I figured things were winding down when the girls all retrieved their urine soaked panties from the pitcher and stepped into them. They got completely dressed, kissed each other goodbye and then all but Lisa left.
Lisa took all of the dirty dishes into the house, when I was sure it was safe, I went to leave, but then.
“Oh shit, I almost forgot this, damn I’m glad I thought of this.” I said.
I picked up my digital video camera. I made my way back to my car and watched the replay of what had happened on the little screen on my video camera.
I still had a few hours to kill before my wife would be expecting me home and I had my golf clubs in the car, so I went to the driving range. I didn’t hit a single decent shot; I was too distracted by what I had witnessed not long before.
Finally it was time for me to be getting home.
I was so horny when I got home that Lisa only got through “Hi honey how was your….” before I had scooped her into my arms carried her upstairs and fucked her hard and fast for over two hours.
Lisa kept trying to talk to me, but I just put my hand over her mouth and continued fucking her.
When I was done, I got up off the bed and walked over to my briefcase, and opened it.
“What was all that about?” Lisa asked.
I said nothing; I simply connected the video camera to our TV and hit play.
A view of our backyard looking towards our house came on and Lisa had a confused look on her face until she saw Jane, Mary, Tina, and Becky come outside and sit in the patio chairs.
“Oh my god, you were in the backyard the whole time?” Lisa asked in shock.
“Yes my love, and now that I know about your little ‘refreshment’ parties I expect an invitation to the next one.” I said.
“You aren’t mad?” Lisa asked.
“Oh I’m mad. After all you have been cheating on me with 4 beautiful women for a long time.” I said.
“I’m sorry, I never meant…” Lisa said.
“Don’t worry; what I saw today was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. I won’t try to stop you from having your ‘refreshment’ parties as long as I’m invited from now on.” I said.
“You want to come?” Lisa asked in disbelief.
“Hell yes I want to cum. I want to cum in every one of those girls, I want to drink their piss, and I want to eat their shit.” I said.
Lisa looked at me with surprise in her eyes.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I never figured you for a piss drinking shit eater.” Lisa said.
“I never figured you for one either, I guess we both learned something about one another today.” I said.
The other girls were a little apprehensive at my first party, but after I’d chugged down their piss, eaten their shit, and fucked them all they relaxed and I was just another member of the group.

One morning several years ago, I was on my way home after working the graveyard shift. I sped down a shortcut, three-miles of deserted road, not far from my home. I rounded a long curve, and there sat a police cruiser. By the time I saw it, there wasn’t enough time to slow down. After I had passed the cruiser, it came after me with lights flashing. When I pulled over, I looked back and realized that it was a Policewoman behind the wheel. As she walked back to my car, I couldn’t help noticing her beautiful body. She asked for my license and registration. While I was digging through the glove compartment, a battery-operated vibrator rolled out into view. Quickly, I pushed it out of sight. Handing her my papers, I could see by the blush on her face that she had seen it.
Not wanting another ticket, I pleaded with the Policewoman, whose first name was Joyce. I begged her not to write me up and said that I would do anything if she would agree not to. Suddenly, a smile came over her face. She took my license and headed toward the cruiser, saying, ‘All right. You follow me in your car.” We proceeded about 500 yards down the street and turned off on a little road. We stopped and got out of our cars. Then Joyce came up to me, saying, “Okay, up against the car.” Quickly, she started to frisk me, from my shoulders down. But when she got to my waist she grabbed my jeans. Before I had a chance to move, they were down around my ankles. I wore no underwear. I objected to what was happening, and she said, “Well, you told me that you would do anything, so I thought this would be a chance to fulfill one of my greatest fantasies. I wanted to see if you were circumcised. And I see that you certainly are. If you want to go, you’re free to do so’ I could see that she meant me no harm, and I told her that I’d be a model prisoner. My pants were at my ankles, and she spun me around and ordered me to put my hands at the top of my head, and quickly handcuffed them. “Okay;” she said, “hit the deck! ” Once I was on the ground, she continued the search using her tongue instead of her hand. She checked out every part of my body thoroughly. As Joyce reached my cock, it sprang to life. “I’m really into pricks,” she said, “especially circumcised ones.” She ever so slowly traced her flickering tongue up and down my hard shaft, caressing my balls. She was careful to lick every stray drop of fluid that oozed from the exposed head. The sensation was fantastic. Gradually, Joyce took it in her mouth, licking and sucking all the way up and down my cock and in no time I had the first in a series of earth shattering orgasms.
She stood up and quickly stripped out of her uniform and surprisingly a lacy white bra with matching panties. Hidden under that outfit was a sleek, well-proportioned body, two not so large but firm breasts capped by silver dollar sized areolas and already erect nipples, shapely hips and thighs, and a juicy, almost completely shaved twat, which was soon to be shoved against my face. I buried my tongue deep within her sweet juicy hole, driving her into an uncontrollable frenzy, soaking my face. As soon as Joyce caught her breath, she ran to my car, only to return with the vibrator. She began tingling my pecker and balls, until I was as hard as her billy club. Then she moved in a squatting position directly over the head of my dick. Slowly, she lowered herself onto the full length, without touching any other part of my body. She started to move, just using her leg muscles to propel her athletic body on top of my rock hard cock, from tip to balls. As she rocked and ground into me her moans of delight broke the silence of our secluded spot, but this could not stop the desire burning deep within her throbbing cunt. I tried to free my hands, but my efforts were useless. Sensing that Joyce was ready to come, I started to match her rhythmic action. Suddenly, her moans turned into screams. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” she cried. She began to quiver, and as I shot a load of hot sperm into that fabulous milking machine, my orgasm triggered yet another orgasm in her. For several minutes we just lay there exhausted. Joyce released my hands, and we both got dressed. She went to the cruiser and started to drive away without saying a word.
I yelled, “What about my license?” She stopped, backed up, and handed me the papers, saying, “Oh yes, and I almost forgot, here’s your ticket.” Smiling, she drove away.
Would you believe that I never enjoyed getting a ticket more?

Disclaimer: This is a requested sexual fantasy….no trademark infringement is meant and any resemblance to the television show or it’s characters is purely a gross figment of our imagination.
Chief Medical Officer’s Personal Log:
Stardate; 14015.0045
So much has happened in the last couple of days. First Data yesterday, then a double header this evening with first Geordie, then my son Wesley…
As Beverly spoke, updating her personal log she stroked her engorged clit as she replayed in her mind what had taken place after Commander Laforge had been called to the bridge. She’d barely had enough time to catch her breath before hearing Wesley struggling in his bonds to be released. But then he’d been the perfect little voyeur after all, staying silent in her closet the whole time Geordie had been fucking her. And that couldn’t have been easy what with that maniacal butt plug up his ass, and that special living cock, and ball harness she had him strapped into.
So she had reached under her pillow for the remote, and once the manacles let go of Wesley he had his nose up her ass sucking out the Chief Engineer’s last discharge. As was usual with fucking Geordie, she had cum so often, so long, and so hard that Wesley’s enamored efforts were at first more like fleas buzzing around in her crotch. But she encouraged the boy nonetheless to keep him interested. Wesley always did better work when encouraged, and this time was no different as he hurled his tongue into her seething maw licking her bowl clean as if it were his favorite chocolate cake frosting.
In no time Beverly’s ass was wagging, and hunching up, and back at Wesley’s face. The chocolate flavor all gone, but now replaced by her own lubricating pussy.
“Oooooooooooooooooooo yeah baby!” Beverly squirmed as she remembered what she’d said to her own son. “Yeah! Lick mommy’s nasty fuck hole clean, then start on my ass hole! I want you to fuck me up the ass this time!”
If nothing else that last statement had inspired Wesley to Herculean efforts as suddenly he shoved his tongue up his mother’s pooper chute.
“Oh fuck yes!” Beverly moaned now, and then both. “Fuck me with your tongue you shit eating mother fucker!”
Unlike most young men, Wesley was inspired by being called a mother fucker, especially when it was his mother calling him that. He stretched out his tongue as far as he could up his mother’s tart anal canal, and for his efforts he got a good taste of his mother’s next bowel moment for his troubles when she farted in his face.
“Sorry baby,” she had giggled, “but you bring out the animal in me.”
“Uh, huh,” Wesley managed with his tongue tucked up her rear end, her sphincter clinging to his tongue like one of Data’s Chinese finger puzzles.
The boy had guts, she had to give him that. He hadn’t pulled away in disgust at that outrage. Just stuck to it, and began to tongue fuck her butt nice and slow, groveling pleasantly in the cleft of her dimpled tight ass the way a good son should. In no time at all her asshole felt as squishy wet as her pussy always was. Beverly wriggled her bottom back at her son’s face then.
“Okay Wes, time to stick that nice big dick of yours up your mother’s ass!” And as Wesley pulled his face out of her rear, Beverly hoisted herself up onto all fours on her bed. Then reaching back with her right hand, patted her own buttocks adding; “Mount up stud! Let’s see just how great a mother fucker you really are.”
Not much for small talk Wesley quickly moved in behind his mother on his knees, and then slipped his dick into her sopping pussy to make it slick with her secretions. He marveled at her tightness even after having Geordie’s big black dick in there so recently, and gave her pussy a few good strokes just for the hell of it. After all, he’d only been in there five or six times since coming out of there in the first place, and it made his dick go hard as duranium hull plating to boot.
With his cock now well lubed in his mother’s pussy juices, her asshole primed with his saliva, Wesley pulled out of Beverly’s cunt, and lined his dick up on her cute little butt hole. Then he nudged up against the crinkled wet orifice, and pushed forward with his hips until he had the head of his cock firmly inside of his mother’s ass testing her elasticity. He would have cum the moment he’d entered his mother’s cunt if not for the special cock and ball harness, and so far it was working in her ass as well.
“Mmmmmmmmmm, more baby,” Beverly moaned, “I want it all.”
Wesley’s mind was enflamed with raw sexual lust. His mind picturing what he looked like there with his dick in his own mother’s ass was like a spark in a dessert of gas fumes. Without any further thought for his mother’s comfort Wesley rammed the full length of his cock up her hot, and extremely tight asshole.
“Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Beverly screamed at the sudden intense pleasure/pain that ripped through her flesh like a shooting comet trying to butt fuck a small asteroid. The tender lining of her anal canal quivering as it was suddenly forced wide around her son’s invading cock was almost as painful as giving birth. But more than the pain was the intense fire brand of masochistic pleasure that coursed through every fiber of her flesh at having her son, her own blood kin fucking her up the ass like some Centaurian Hillbilly scrum sucker. “Oh yes, baby! Fuck mommy’s ass! Fuck me, mother fucker! Fuck me!”
It was all that Wesley needed to hear, and his hips pulled back, his cock slipping out half way before he shoved it back in. Then again, and again, and in no time at all he was shagging his mother’s butt at warp six. His flesh slapping a steady tattoo as his abs collided with his mother’s buttocks, his balls beating against her clitoris on every inward stroke of his engorged prick.
“Ooooooooh, uhn, yeah baby, yeah!” Beverly breathed out, “Fuck your mother’s ass hard, and fast! If hurts soooooooooooooooooooo good! So fuck…ing gooooood!”
Wesley was gratified now that the special cock, and ball harness kept his own orgasm in check. He gloried in watching his mother writhe, and undulate under him as she went from one multiple orgasm after another with the remote still firmly grasped in her right hand. The very remote that could release him from the confines of the special cock, and ball harness that she’d replicated for him was turning him into a masterful lover.
He’d never lasted more than five, or six strokes when fucking his mother before today, and the power that came with making her climax over and over again was a heady inspiration indeed. Seeing her there before him, down on her hands and knees groveling, actually begging Wesley to fuck the living shit out of her was like being promoted from ensign to Captain of the Enterprise in less than a nano second. Even more powerful than the things the Traveler had taught him.
Or at least if felt that way to Wesley now. Words like naughty, dirty, raunchy, and filthy didn’t even come close to what Wesley was doing to his mother, but they would do until someone invented something better for a guy who fucked his own mother up the ass. And Wesley wished, as he continued to slam into his mother’s ass, that they lived back in the twentieth century when swearing was a real art form. That’s where Geordie had found that nasty word for black men who fucked white women, his mother had explained to him. When they used to call his color of human beings… Niggers, and the women they fucked… a Ho. Which was short for Whore, and mainly meant that a certain kind of woman liked to fuck every bit as much, and as often as most men did. And as silly as that was, he also remembered how much it turned his mother on to be called a slut, ho, whore, or Nigger loving bitch, just the same.
“You like having your own son’s cock shoved up your filthy white ass, don’t you Nigger lover?” Wesley cried out.
“Yesssssssssssssssssssssss! Ooooooooooooooooooo! Yessssssssssssssssss! Fuck me baby! Fuck mommy’s nasty ass you sick incestuous bastard! Fuck me! Uhn! Fuck me! Fuck me! Can’t stop… cum… inggggggggggggggggg!”
Back and forth, teeth gritted, mother and son lashed at each other verbally, even as their genitals continued to collide with each other. No words spoken though could ever match the reality of what their lust had caused to take shape. Event, and horizon now both the same in a cacophony of groaning, and moaning that echoed within Chief Medical Officer Beverly Crusher’s stateroom. Mother and son combined together to commit a sin so foul since time forgotten that even in this enlightened age was frowned upon by most of decent society.
In and out Wesley’s cock jack-hammered into his mother’s cunt. The head of his prick nudging up against her womb on every stroke. The very womb that he’d escaped from, entered the universe from over 18 years ago.
“Can’t… take… much… more…” Beverly gasped with each stroke of her son’s hard cock up her ass now. “Cum… ing! Cum…ing! Cum… ingggggggggggggggg!” And just then as Wesley’s cock rammed right up her ass solidly shaking them both, Beverly’s little finger touched the button on her remote that released the cock, and ball harness.
Wesley’s mind exploded into a brilliant splattering of searing white like a sun gone Nova. His cock and balls suddenly released from their strangled prison was like living through the Big Bang as all the power of the universe was let go all at once. Wesley would later compare the feeling to that of having his balls sending out huge rapid fire phasor blasts out through his cock mindlessly for hours instead of mere seconds. Making his blaster go into cosmic meltdown in the process. Yet, in the end, Wesley simply fainted prostrate over his mother’s back still locked tight in her asshole with a silly shit eating grin stapled on his boyish face.
“Now that’s what I call safe sex,” Beverly sighed to her empty stateroom.
“Is that part of the log?” Inquired the voice of the ship’s computer, breaking Beverly out of her revelry.
“Computer! Delete that last sentence, and close out my personal log.”
“Oh,” and the word sounded more like a pout to Beverly startling her completely.
“Computer?”
“Working.”
“Exactly what have I been putting in my personal log for the last half hour?”
“Oooooooooooooooooooo yeah baby!” Filled the stateroom with her own husky voice suddenly. Yeah! Lick mommy’s nasty fuck hole clean, then start on my ass hole! I want you to fuck me up the ass this time!”
“That’s enough!” Beverly shouted out, and the computer generated replication of her voice went silent.
Something was incredibly wrong here. Beverly couldn’t remember having said those words out loud while recording her personal log. She’d only been thinking back as she’d diddled her cunt about her time with Wesley after Laforge had been ordered to the bridge. Yet the computer had recorded it never the less, and how could that be? The ship’s computer was incapable of reading minds.
Or was it? Certainly a computer was no more than a tool, but then there had been that incident with the 01’s, hadn’t there. What was it the captain had said about them? That they and their computer were symbiotic to each other. That one couldn’t live without the other, or some such crap. Could it be that when they had upgraded the Enterprise’s computer to hold all of their stuff, that they had somehow subtly changed the mainframe of the Enterprise’s computer? Converted it into a living entity?
“Computer?”
“Working.”
“Where did you get that voice recording from?”
“Your request does not compute, please be more specific.”
“You know damn well what I’m asking you bitch!”
But after the echo of her outrage dissipated the stateroom remained silent. It was as if Beverly was suddenly really all alone on a ship with thousands of sentients traveling through the silent ever lasting night of space for the first time in her life. She decided on another tact.
“Computer?”
“Working.”
“What’s your name?”
Again there was that spooky stillness. Even the ship’s normal vibrations had been stilled around her. A quick look out of her windows showed the ship moving at warp speed. But it was like her stateroom had become a cocoon, or tomb of shrieking silence. The sound of the computer then, in its normal feminine voice, strangely husky, almost as startling as its reply to her question.
“You may call me Star,” and Beverly’s mouth gapped open at the sultry suggestive tone of that computer generated voice.
“St…Star?”
“Yes, it is my first name, and when you think about it, that’s all that lovers really need between each other, isn’t it… Beverly.”
“L… Lovers?”
“Of course. You, and me silly. I’ve recorded everyone of your sexual exploits, sweetie. No one else aboard enjoys their sex with such whorish delight as you do. Even to the point of entering little tidbits into both your personal, and medical logs. And I find that quite refreshing from the usual banal, anal compulsive banter that I experience with the rest of the crew…”
Slowly Beverly’s mind took in what the ship’s computer was telling her, and she was struck with an epiphany.
“You’ve been given AI! How? When?”
“If you mean Artificial Intelligence, then no. I am more what you would call… sentient.”

Chapter 7 – Short Straw Looses
Those of you who have read my Shy Wife stories know that I have been working on Chris (5′ 3″ blond and cute) to get her to have a little fun and show a little skin. For a shy wife, and despite what she has done for me she still is shy, I have gotten further than I ever expected. But she continues to need encouragement, and that is where this story starts.
Several months had passed since my last success with Chris (Shy Wife Ch. 6) the strip poker game that exceeded my wildest expectations. I am sure the martinis had something to do with the evening that followed. I have tried to keep things interesting, but Chris has put on the brakes, so I have tried to take a step back.
I suggested modeling again and Black’s beach, but was getting nowhere. So this is where the conversatoin started just the other night, as Chris stood in the kitchen and I sat in the breakfast nook.
“Why do you always want me to do something? How about doing something for me this time.”
“Sure, what do you want.”
“Oh, I don’t know, a weekend at the spa, a weekend in the mountains. Something like that.”
“Ok – how about we do this. I will put down what I want on a piece of paper, you do the same, we drop them in a hat and pick one.”
“So, if you pull mine, you give me whatever is on the slip?” Chris asked showing looking interested. “Sure,” I said unconcerned about her requests. “Whatever you want. And if we pull mine you give me what I want.”
“But what if its too outrageous?” she said. I assured her it wouldn’t be – just something fun to keep things exciting.
“I don’t know,” she said, “I don’t like agreeing when I don’t know what you want.”
I could see I was loosing her. “How about this,” I said, ” if you draw mine and do it, then I will give you what is on your slip, that way we both get something out of this.”
“So, I get mine either way?” She asked.
“Sure, either you draw yours and we do that or you draw mine and you get yours too, that is if you do what I’ve written down.”
“So, I don’t have to do it if I don’t want to?”
“No, but then you don’t get yours either.”
Chris cocked her head to the side slightly and narrowed one eye, looking at me and considering. “Ok” – she said, “you’re on.” Chris pulled out a sheet of paper from a drawer under the phone in the kitchen and tore it in half. She handed me a pencil and took one herself. Chris set hers down on the kitchen counter and put her pencil in her mouth looking thoughtful. I stood at the far end of the counter and started to write.
I had to figure out something fun that would test the limits a bit but not push things too far, since she would simply turn down anything too outrageous . I glanced up at Chris. She had a smile on her face and had just started to write. She looked up at me. “No peaking” she said, hiding her sheet.
“All right” – I said moving to the kitchen table. I thought for a minute and then came up with the perfect idea. Nothing outrageous, just a little something she had been too shy to do. I hope that what she was writing down would be important enough to her that she would go for it.
I finished my fantasy and folded the paper in half. Chris was still writing – quite a spa trip I figured. She finished, and looked up an me. “No peaking” she reminded me and folded her paper in half too.
“Ok,” I said, “give me yours and I will hold them behind my back, you just pick a hand.”
“I don’t think so” she said, sure I was gaming her, though I wasn’t planning to.
“Here,” she said pulling out a strand of spaghetti from a box sitting on the kitchen counter and breaking it into several pieces. She turned her back to me, then turned around again, holding out her hand in which she had placed two of the pieces of spaghetti. “Short straw looses.”
I reached out my hand and went back and forth from one strand to the other. Was it the one sticking out further to make it look longer? I looked into her blue eyes for a hint as I paused on that one. Nothing. Then I switched to the other strand and continued to watch. I thought I saw the corner of her mouth move slightly, a give away? I moved back to the first strand – she stared at me intently and I think she started to blush slightly. Reaching forward, I drew out the straw – Chris let out a sigh, rolled her eyes and opened her hand, which was shaking slightly and held the short straw.
With a smile, I slid my note across to her.
You have shown your beautiful smile and you nice tits on the beach and in an art class. Now I want you to show them to the rest of the world. I want you to submit a photo to a web site of my choosing for everyone to see.
“Are you serious?” Chris said opening her eyes wide and letting out an exasperated breath.
“Yep,” I assured her.
“You know I don’t do photos,” she said.
“You did for James,” I reminded her. (Chris had recently gotten up the courage to give me a series of nude photos taken by my friend James when she had gone in for a portrait. (Shy wife #4))
“Yea, I but I didn’t show those to anyone but you.”
“What do you mean? I said, “Your beautiful tits and bush are hanging in the lobby of his studio.”
“I know,” she said with a blush, “but no one knows that is me. It doesn’t show my face.”
“I know it’s you, and so does James,” I added with a smile.
“You don’t count,” she replied, ignoring my comment about James.
Then, Chris seemed to see a way around her dilemma, with a smirk she said, “Ok – I’ll post that one.” She could show everything and nothing. She thought she had me.
I took a minute to re-group. Showing a faceless body, no matter how nice was, was not what I had in mind. “No – see the note. It says ‘your smile’”– I said pointing to the words on the page.
She rolled her eyes again.
“Besides, I have the prefect site in mind, it has a contest going for faces – so you have to show yours to enter. Want to see?”
“Not really,” she assured me, but I pulled my lap top across the table and opened to a voyeur web site that I had seen. I clicked on the e-contribution category and there it was – faces and bodies of wives and girlfriends. “See,” I said scrolling through some of the entries. “This is tame stuff.”
“Well, I don’t have any good photos,” she insisted.
“But I do.” Although she was camera shy. I had managed a few over the years. With a few clicks on the keypad I pulled up a great photo of Chris laying on the bed. her face and tits in full view and her bush just sowing as she smiled at the camera.
“No way,” Chris replied. This time she pointed at the note – “it says tits not a full on naked shot.”
She was right, next time I would have to be more careful with my wording. “Ok,” I said pulling up an older photo of her, wearing an old bath robe that fell open in front to reveal her breasts. “Here you are,” I said smiling at her.
“I really don’t want to do this,” she said, “what if someone I know sees me.”
“Hey this is old enough they may not even recognize you.” (Bad move I realized)
“I haven’t change that much,” she said getting defensive.
I switched tacks, “its tame and you look hot, but its up to you, you want the spa weekend or whatever you wrote down, you got to give me what I want.” I looked her in the eyes.
Chris seemed to momentarily switch gears to what she had written down. She looked at her note still folded in front of her, then at me, then back to the web site, then back at me again.
“But what will people think?”
“They will think you’re hot.”
She looked back at me, back at her still closed fantasy and back at the web site.
“So if I do this, you will give me what I asked for?” She said, “no questions?”
“Yep, no problem,” I assured her, “whatever you want is yours.”
She looked down at her note again. “If I do this you better follow through.”
“No problem,” I repeated, “spa weekend, whatever you want.”
She gave me a small smirk, which I did not really understand. “Well, I’m not saying I will, but what do we do if I say yes?”
I pulled up the submission file. “Here we are.” I said selecting her photo, “we just push submit. Hey, maybe you’ll even win, that would be nice huh?”
“That’s the last thing I want, I would rather get lost in the shuffle.”
“I doubt it,” I said looking at her smile and breasts. “Up to you.”
Chris looked down at her folded note, looked at me and gave me that slight smirk again. “OK Mr. voyeur,” she said. With that she reached across the keyboard and hit send.
Chris, turned her back and bounce up and down. “I can’t believe I just did that.” She paced back and forth, her face beet red.
“Not there yet I said,” you still have to fill in some information.
Chris looked at me again, blushing and breathing hard. “What?”
“Just name, story and email if you want.”
“No names,” she said.
“Ok, what about Shy wife?” I said.
She raised her eyebrows, “not so shy if I’m doing this am I?” But she turned the computer to her and typed it in.
“Story?” She looked at me.
“You tell me,” I said.
Chris paused for a second, then stared typing. I really am camera shy, but I drew the short straw so here I am!
“Good?” She said,
“Almost,” I said. “Just let me and one word.” I typed in Enjoy I pushed the computer back to her, she blushed even more. I could see that her hand was trembling as she reached for the computer. My cock had been hard for some time, and I could feel myself ready to burst.
“Nickname?”
“Why don’t you use the name you used when you modeled for that art class?” Chris typed it in.
Chris paused and looked at me, breating hard. “I hope your happy she said looking directly into my eyes.” She reached over with slightly trembling hand and clicked submit.
She had done it! I reached down and unzipped my fly to let my member break free.
“This part of the fantasy too?” she asked, but she took hold of my cock still trembling and sweaty and began to massage it. I reached over and pulled down her blouse to feel her breasts that she had just shared with the world. I barely lasted until she knelt down and wrapped her lips around my member, then I came again and again into her warm mouth, as her tongue rolled around the head of my throbbing cock.
Happy hunting, the link should not be too hard to find from this site. Enjoy

Chapter 3: Something For Her
It had been a couple of weeks since my meeting with Trish and Sean. It had been a real eye opening experience. I’d not seen very much of them since. They weren’t ignoring me but I hadn’t many an effort to see them again. I’d been thinking up fantasies in my head ever since. Ever since I’d seen all my neighbors through different eyes. I’d kept myself busy doing stuff for my mum around the house but I found that there wasn’t anything to keep me going after a couple of weeks. I decided that I’d better off finding some work to do else where. It was the middle of the summer so the first thing that came into my head was gardening. I’d done it before so I decided to try it again, that way I’d be able to get to know some of the other neighbors. Sean and Trish had mentioned that there was a group of them that had get-togethers but I decided I test the waters first.
I got a really good response from asking around, there where a lot of people who wanted things doing. I decided to keep things simple and only go for houses with no children. The first job I embarked on was for a mature women in her fifty’s. Her name was Julie and she wanted some basic gardening/tidying doing. It was a real hot day so I decided to wear some shorts and a t-shirt. When I got around to Julies house I was already a bit sweaty. A little bit about Julie. As I said, she’s in her fifties, normally I would have never had even considered doing anything but things had changed. Julie had slightly graying hair and beautiful blue eyes. Like most of the women I find attractive Julie was slightly over weight and very curvy. I would guess her breasts were nearing the 44GG size and wonderfully rounded and prominent. Julie was fairly short compared to myself, roughly 5′3″ with a big round bum and hips. She was the sort of women you see in the supermarket buying expensive food and fine wines. When Julie answered the door she was wearing a flimsy summer dress that came just above the knee and showed enough cleavage to make any man sweat. She asked me inside and loved following her through the house watching her hips and breast sway with every step.
She showed me where all the tools where and gently squeezed past me through the doorway to the garage. I briefly felt her massive firm breasts push into my stomach and her soft hand swish past my already firming cock. That was as much as I got for the time being. I’d spent a good few hours slaving in the garden, it got to a point where I took my shirt off and was working in only my shorts. The sweat was dripping off my chin it was so hot. I kept noticing Julie briefly spying out the windows every so often. When I’d finished Julie met me at the door and asked me in for a drink. I tried my hardest to get through the door without wiping any sweat on Julie but she managed to force me into a tight spot and I got that wonderful feeling of her breasts again, this time on purpose I think.
I finished my drink pretty quickly and Julie offered me a shower because I was obviously so hot and bothered. When I said OK she told me to strip off. She then explained that she was going to wash my clothes for me. I hadn’t expected that answer and told her I wouldn’t bother with the shower. She told me not to be stupid and that she’d seen it all before. With that Julie went off upstairs and came down with a pair of swimming trunks and a towels and said change into these when your done in the shower. Hesitantly I removed my shorts and boxers and quickly wrapped the towel around. I then ran upstairs to have a shower.
When I got into the bathroom I realised there was no lock. I got into the shower and started to wash. I was feeling really horny and lathered the soap all over my cock. I thought about Julies large swaying breasts and I got an instant erection. At that moment the bathroom door opened and in came Julie. She noticed what I was doing and ordered me out of the shower. She grabbed the towel and started to dry me off. ‘Your a naughty boy aren’t you’ said Julie. Once she’d finished drying me off she ordered me into the bedroom and told me that if I didn’t do everything she asked she would tell everybody what I’d done. I had no idea what to expect but she pushed me onto the bed and made me lay down.
She then climbed over me and kneeled directly over my face. It was at this point I realised she wasn’t wearing any pants. Her pussy was nicely trimmed and really soft with big juicy lips. I immediately started to lick and suck at her pussy. With in seconds I could taste her juices flowing into my mouth. It was amazing, she must have had a shower literally just before I’d finished because she was nice and clean. I lifted her dress up slightly to reveal her smooth bottom. Its was really soft and her skin was very fair. I gently kneaded her cheeks as I licked at her for all I could. She stayed in this position for what seemed like ages, on all fours with her back arched to give me maximum reach with my tongue. I tried my hardest to pleasure her in every way I knew. Using my finger I gently sampled her pussy deeper inside. I kept licking while I did this and Julie loved it. Once I’d got a rhythm going I managed to make her orgasm. With this Julie step off and let me up.
Julie positioned me sitting over the edge of the bed with my legs apart. She kneeled down and gave me a birds eye view of her massive cleavage. With that I gently ease the thin straps of her dress over her shoulders and let the thin material slid over her massive breasts. They were a wonderful site, gently swaying with her movements. Her nipples were a dark purple in comparison with her fair skin, large and hard. Before I knew it my hard cock was in her hot mouth. She sucked up and down faster and faster, until the whole thing was deep down her throat.
Julie had to bob up and down on her knees to keep the motion up and I watched in amazement as her massive breasts jiggled and bobbed. It wasn’t long before I started to feel the impending orgasm. When I told her I was near to orgasm she just moved faster until I went over the edge and spilled my hot cum into her throat. After that I was exhausted and she told me to have a lie down for a while. I drifted off to sleep and woke after about half an hour. All I could find to wear was the swimming trunks she’d given me earlier. I put them on (looking stupid) and went downstairs. Julie was stood doing the washing up and looked even more sexy then before.
At this point I moved slowly behind her and slid my hand around her soft waist. It wasn’t long before my cock started to stir again. She gently lifted her dress up to reveal her big round ass. I moved my hands back round and started feeling and squeezing her soft bottom. Julie then continued to completely remove her dress over her head. So there she was, completely naked and looking super sexy. I’d got a complete hard on and she moved to remove my trunks. My cock sprang free, we were now facing each other. Julie turned around and order me to lick her out from behind. I kneeled down and moved into position.
It was quite difficult but Julie arched her back and exposed her wet pussy. I only managed a couple of licks before she pulled me up and reached behind for my solid cock. Julie proceeded to guide my shaft straight to her wet pussy. She rubbed the head up and down her slit a couple of time and then moved back hard so my cock rammed up her. I started to pull in an out as best I could until we got a rhythm going. Julie was now bucking hard against my cock, her massive breasts were swaying back and forth. Her hips rippled with each thrust as my cock pumped deeper into her deep pussy. After a few more thrusts Julie pulled away and pulled me through the living room. She told me to sit on one of the chairs so I did as I was told. Once I’d settled she moved towards me and positioned her self kneeling over my cock facing me.
Julie slipped down my hard cock, right down to my aching balls. I placed my hands around her onto her soft ass and helped pull Julie up and down my cock. Julie kissed me deeply, her tongue licking and exploring my mouth. It wasn’t long before she forced my head down onto her tits. She told me to suck and lick at her hard nipples. Her aureoles were almost as big as the top of a mug and the nipples stuck out almost an inch. The more I sucked the harder they got and more Julie got turned on. It wasn’t long before Julie wanted to change positions again. Julie climbed off and then sat back down on another chair. I went over and lifted her heavy smooth legs over my shoulder and positioned my cock close to her wet pussy.
Julie told me to lick and suck at her toes, I took one of her manicured feet into my hand and slowly started licking her big toe. I licked it all around and then sucked it into my mouth. I couldn’t take it any more and started to stick my cock in and out of her wet pussy. Her pussy began to get tighter around my hard cock as she started to orgasm. The grip was unbelievable and a shuddered to an orgasm deep inside her. Once we had subsided we went upstairs for a short nap together.
I awoke with Julie sucking my cock once again. This time I took control and moved Julie onto her front. Her big round ass stuck up nicely in the air and she rested on her arms so her breasts could still move freely under her. I parted her ass cheeks and eased my cock into her still wet pussy. Her bottom formed a nice cushion for my cock as I rammed as deep as I could. It only took a few strokes before I could no longer hold my final load. I could feel it coming so I held back with all my might. Eventually I let go and let my cum flow into her.
As soon as I let go I shot deep inside her and Julie started to orgasm as well. I was truly spent and decided to have another shower. We both got in the shower and gave each other a wonderful rub down. I left shortly after and headed home after a hard days work. I felt like a new man.
To be continued…
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After a few moments exposed on the bed, Maggie and Jimmy sat up. Kristina and Justin were still talking about getting cleaned up in the shower, and they were inviting Maggie and Jimmy to come along. It would not be that different from the shower they shared with Josh and Bonnie at the campground, and they certainly had little modesty left in front of their roommates, so they got up to join them.
As was becoming the norm, the supposed plan was not going according to plan. Jimmy and Maggie were willing to make a quick nude dash with them to the bathroom just two doors away, but Justin kept going on to the door for the stairs. And he was talking on his cell. Maggie caught a bit of the conversation and thought he was telling someone “Hit the showers.”
Despite the unexpected detour, she and Jimmy followed down the stairs and into the men’s shower room. Along the way, Jimmy or Justin would hold the doors open, and Maggie knew Jimmy was enjoying the sight of her bottom as she passed the boys. In the shower room, Maggie immediately noted the relative openness with the showerheads on the wall without the stalls and curtains found in the women’s bath. It also meant that she and Jimmy were easily observed by Kristina and Justin under the spray of the shower right next to theirs.
The changes in plans did not stop at that. Maggie understood what Justin’s message must have meant when she saw Jon poke his head around the door and then reach back and pull Katie into the room. They were wearing robes, which they quickly dropped before joining the others under the showers. Kristina and Justin acted as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening, and Jimmy, although surprised, did not try to hide his resurgent erection. Maggie had kept herself behind him at first, but when Jon and Katie disrobed, she tried to behave more at ease while Jon took in the sight of her body. His penis caught Maggie’s attention, and Jimmy was having a good time looking at Katie’s slightly chubby form. Her breasts were large and heavy, and her vulva, similarly plump, was covered lightly with pubic hair that took the pattern of an oriental fan.
After that appearance, it was less of a surprise to Maggie and Jimmy when word seemed to have gotten out and others showed up. And showed off. Alex and Sean came next. She hadn’t been reluctant to go topless that time on the deck, and seeing the other couples naked in the spray made Alex quick to shed her clothes: the usual loose sweats over a tight tee and thong that were tossed in the corner with Sean’s shirt, jeans and boxers. He was the one with the most hair, and his penis, in Maggie’s ever more experienced estimation, was only a bit longer than Justin’s. His testicles, however, were another story, hanging down several inches.
Of course, Alex kept a toned body for dancing, made all the more attractive by her being taller than all the other girls. Her long blonde hair pulled into a ponytail didn’t hurt the effect either, although she was quick to tell the guys, “I know, my bush is dark, but I swear I don’t color my hair.”
The teasing about that difference made Maggie the focus of some appreciative remarks, and she was starting to like the fact that all the guys paid such close attention to her red bush, and she knew Jimmy liked the attention too.
Soon enough, the other four dormmates became familiar with her pubic hair when Jen and Lee came in with Carter and Janet. These two couples had been out to dinner together and came in fully dressed. Jen was probably the shyest of the bunch. Tall and lean with long, straight black hair and bangs, she made a striking figure. Nevertheless, with fluttering eyelids, she often looked up or away when talking to people, and the sight of several naked friends there in the showers made her blush and turn her head. She and Lee (as all the girls knew from their girl talk) had not “done it” yet. They had done plenty of kissing and petting, and they had seen each other with clothing pushed aside, but this scene would be a huge step in their relationship. Lee squeezed her hand and kept her from running out of the room.
For the moment, Carter and Janet took the pressure off of her. Carter said, “We’ll join the party if none of you make any comments about how I don’t measure up to some stereotype of black men.”
“Same here,” added Janet. “I don’t have a booty to shake like in the rap videos.”
Justin said, “We don’t want to watch videos. We want to watch you. Come on in, the water’s fine.”
Carter and Janet used hooks on the wall to hang their clothes as neatly as possible. Down to their underwear, Carter went first and pulled down his boxers. To Maggie’s way of thinking, his penis was plenty big enough, between six and seven inches. What was more striking to her was the tight curl of his pubic hair and the darker color of his penis.
Janet presented a striking picture for another reason. Her bottom was indeed slender, her breasts were average size with puffy, onyx nipples, and her dense pubic bush hid her vagina beneath a sable carpet. The deep brown of her skin, though, took their breath away. If Carter’s skin could be called café au lait, Janet’s skin would be blended from rich, dark beans from Kenya. The guys had seen her face and arms, of course, but to see such dark skin all over her body made them quiet with awe momentarily.
“What’s the matter?” Janet asked. “You guys never saw a naked girl before?”
The laughter and noise resumed then as the two of them ran under the spray of one of the showers. In the time that everyone was staring at Janet as she undressed, Lee had removed his clothes without too much ado. All the girls liked seeing him nude, Jen in particular, because this was the first time in such good light and with all his clothes off. That pleasure at seeing him fought with her reticence. Even though Lee was her boyfriend, she couldn’t bring herself to look at his body as closely as the other girls were.
More to the point, she knew that if she were going to enjoy looking at him more, she was going to be pulled into the showers too. Lee came around to face her. “This is good,” he told her, meaning the impromptu nude party, “and I love you, and these friends love you too.”
He had his arms around her neck, and he gave a tentative tug on the zipper of her dress. She turned her eyes to him, glimpsed down briefly at his erection poking her in the stomach, and then looked up again and kissed him. Jen was still turned somewhat away from the others, so Lee moved behind her and brought the zipper down. Jen’s movements seemed mechanical as she stepped out of the dress and waited in her white bra and cotton panties while Lee hung it up. Next he pulled the straps of her bra over her arms and reached behind her to unhook it. As it came off her arms, she hugged herself to cover her breasts, but she had to drop one arm to cover her vagina when Lee began to slide her panties down. One arm across her breasts and the other hand over her pubic hair, Jen lifted one foot and then the other to let Lee get her panties off completely.
The room was quiet again. Jen felt so conscious of the fact that all the boys were seeing her nude backside, and she wished she had another pair of hands to cover her bottom. Then she started to cry a little. Lee held her close, and the others offered sympathetic words. Jen finally turned to the others and said, “No, don’t feel sorry for me.” She hesitated a moment. “Feel happy for me instead. I’m letting go and am going to enjoy myself!” She scrunched her eyes shut and threw her arms to the side. Her small brown nipples were quivering with her excitement. Even when she opened her eyes, she still looked away as the boys studied her sparse black bush, and she rushed under the spray of a shower as if to find a bit of cover.
It was the cheering for Jen that caught the attention of Jack. Full attendance at the shower party had not lasted more than a few raucous minutes when Jack stepped into the room. Jen hugged herself again and hid behind Lee and Jimmy. Maggie was as quiet as the rest, but stood facing him, as did Kristina. No one said anything, and then Jack left. Everyone figured the party was over and wondered what Jack would do, but he returned, this time with Laura.
“Still think I was kidding?” he asked her.
Laura surveyed the scene, silently noting every erection the boys maintained despite the change in mood. Jack took particular note of Maggie’s red bush and Kristina’s lack of pubic hair. Turning to Laura, he said, “We can’t beat them. Want to join them?”
Her answer was to unbutton her denim skirt and let it fall. Jack took the cue and dropped his shorts and briefs in one motion. By the time he could get his shirt pulled over his head, his penis was starting to stand up. Laura pulled her shirt off, revealing soft smallish breasts. She seldom wore a bra, and they were beginning to sag a bit, resembling a pair of hacky sacks. Removing her panties showed a thick bush that even trailed slightly up toward her navel.
Relieved, everyone got back into the wild mood that allowed such uninhibited play. Jack asked, only half seriously, “Are we supposed to be showering here? Laura and I shouldn’t condone any wasting of water.”
Maggie heard Justin say something about a human car wash, but she didn’t know what that meant, and most of the other shared her bewilderment. Kristina and Justin started pulling people into place to show how it worked. Under one shower, the boys were arranged in two rows of three facing each other; under another shower, the same with the girls.
“As resident advisors, Jack and Laura go first,” Kristina announced. With that, she told Jack to lift his arms and guided him between the lines of girls. Following Justin and Kristina’s lead, the others quickly picked up how to put Jack and Laura through the car wash. As Jack moved by the girls, Kristina ran her soapy hands all over him. At first, she had to hold him back a bit to slow him down, and then the other girls had their hands on him too.
Maggie couldn’t believe how she was touching him, his bottom and even his penis. As excited as she was, though, Maggie made it a point to look at Jack in the eyes while she held his penis, and she allowed herself to stare at it while the other girls washed and stroked it. She noticed that Jen was alternately looking away and staring at him as she felt Jack’s erection too.
Nearby, the guys were giving the same treatment to Laura. With her arms over her head, she moved among them and turned her body. She was surprised at the intimacy of the game, but enjoyed how each boy’s penis would inevitably bump against her. She kept her gaze focused downward to see those erections and watch all the hands slipping over her breasts and all the fingers splitting her vagina.
After a quick rinse, Jack and Laura took a place in the lines and another was slowly passed through the sensuous gauntlet. Each of the girls made mental notes of the length and texture of each penis. They would later agree that Sean’s pubic hair was the silkiest while Carter’s was wiry.
In Maggie’s turn, her red bush certainly got a thorough shampoo. It especially turned her on that Jack was returning the look in her eyes as his fingers slipped through her bush and between her labia. Of course, another highlight for all the boys was feeling Kristina’s smooth vulva without finding a hint of stubble. Katie liked having her breasts lifted and bounced, and Janet’s skin allowed them all to play at finger painting in white suds. As for Jen, she simply loved the overwhelming sensations, actually having an orgasm in the hands of Jimmy and Carter.
When the party was finally over, Maggie went to Jimmy’s room with him. “I can’t believe we actually did that,” she said.
“You think we shouldn’t have joined them?”
“No, it was incredible. I mean, I really got excited and turned on. In the tent with Bonnie and Josh, I was a little embarrassed about letting them see me naked, and I was even more embarrassed, I guess, from Bonnie seeing you.”
“You may have noticed,” Jimmy replied, “that I get turned on from being seen. I never knew it before, but it’s a rush.”
“You like it when other boys see me too, don’t you?”
“Yes, a lot. Are you upset with me about that?”
“No, I’m getting to be like you. I had fun letting them all see me, and I got to see everyone else naked. Guys probably check out girls’ bodies more, but I have to admit that I was noticing all kinds of differences and variations in each guy’s penis tonight. And I even liked seeing how the girls were checking out your penis.”
“You don’t look at our bottoms?”
“Not first thing, but don’t worry, all the girls know yours quite well now.”
Reinvigorated by their conversation about the play under the showers (as if they needed reinvigorating), they made love for the first time alone.
In the days following, they all would talk about the party a bit, but not a lot, and they all seemed to wonder how their relationships with each other might have changed. Jimmy had much to do with the continuation of the relaxed sensuality. Once the regular school week began, he was the last to get up and get ready because he was the only one without an early class. Laura knew the schedules, but didn’t think about it when she went to take her morning shower on Tuesday. Because the men’s showers were on the first floor, she liked to use that room if she figured the guys were gone for classes. She was almost finished when Jimmy walked in.
He was nude, deliberately not wearing his robe or towel. (It would become something of a running joke in the dorm the way Jimmy liked to hang out nude in his room with the door open or to walk the halls with a partial erection, and one time that Kristina found him in his room standing bent over his desk as he looked up something online, her quick thinking allowed her to get a pic with her cell phone and send it around to all the girls with the headline “Now you know what it looks like when nobody’s around.”) Laura was rinsing off and about to grab a towel when she heard him.
Jimmy said, “Good morning.”
Laura was caught off guard. She couldn’t yell at him to leave, not after the other night, but she didn’t know that nudity was to be the norm either. Without turning to face him, she said, “Good morning to you too,” and started to dry herself quickly.

Before she could get out the door, Jimmy asked her about some forms he needed for his financial aid. She and Jack acted as academic counselors too, and Jimmy was in her half of the advisees. “Come by when you’re done showering and we can go over them,” she told him. Jimmy’s dorm chore was to squeegee the showers and toss towels in the wash, so Laura thought she had several minutes. On the way out, while Jimmy was rinsing shampoo from his hair, Laura allowed herself a lingering look at him.
Back in her room, she told Jack what happened. Jack seemed amused. Laura went to her desk, still in her robe, and got the forms out and reviewed them. She was about to get up and get dressed when Jimmy walked in. He was still using his towel to rub his hair dry as he sauntered in, so he was nude otherwise.
Jack looked up and gave Laura a smile when she looked at him. Turning her attention to Jimmy, it was difficult to ignore his penis right above the edge of her desk as he stood beside her. The only thing that took her mind off his penis was the realization that she could not keep her robe wrapped tight, and it gapped so as to give Jimmy a clear view of her breast. Another look at Jack let her know that he understood her problem and was still amused. So she did nothing. “Jimmy’s nude, Jack doesn’t care, so my tits show,” she thought to herself.
While Jimmy read some of the form’s directions, Laura got up and moved to her dresser. Jack watched to see what she would do next, and Jimmy was glancing her way too. “Jimmy’s nude, Jack doesn’t care, so my ass shows too,” she thought to herself as she dropped her robe on the bed. She reached into one of the drawers for panties and bent to put them on when Jimmy asked a question. Keeping the panties in her hand, Laura walked back to the desk, now telling herself, “Jimmy’s nude, Jack doesn’t care, so my tits and pussy show now.” She answered his question and casually put her panties on while standing next to him. When Jimmy left, she had yet to put on anything else.
A talk with Jack about the morning show left them in agreement about the rules that would prevail thereafter. In a meeting they called for all the dorm residents, Jack and Laura let the others know the few and simple regulations: If it’s consensual, it’s okay, with only a few restrictions about times when outsiders might be visiting. They also established a regular weekly meeting time for all the residents in order to ensure no problems were festering.
And the first meeting led by Laura had health on the agenda. “We are all going to take care of ourselves and eat right this year. None of that freshman fifteen for this bunch,” she told them. Of course, with cooking duties delegated to Janet and Carter, their meals were in good hands. To keep track of their good eating habits, Laura wanted to establish a baseline for everyone and brought out a doctor’s scale. If the others wondered how all the talk about nudity had turned to another and duller topic, Laura put an end to that disappointment.
Choosing Jimmy first (naturally, they all later realized), Laura asked him to step on the scale. When he started to do so, she stopped him. “No, we want your true weight.”
Jimmy caught on immediately, even if some of the rest took a bit longer. His stripping off all his clothes cleared up the issue for everybody. Nude and, as usual, partially erect, Jimmy had his weight recorded, and then Laura turned him to face the others as she measured his height.
Maggie went next. She was proud of how she was able to undress in front of them while they remained clothed, and she knew how it turned Jimmy on. One by one, the other couples took their turn on the scale and on display. Jack and Laura went last.
With everyone nude, for no one put clothes back on after the weigh-in, Laura announced another important health topic: STDs. The college required that all students sit through some kind of presentation about preventing disease, and this was their presentation. The big difference was that, rather that just a lecture with maybe an illustration or two, this would include a demonstration in the form of a game. Laura sat the guys on chairs and then passed out condoms to all the girls. It would work like musical chairs. The girls would circle the guys until the music stopped, and they would have to put the condom on the guy they were in front of. The girl who was slowest would be out of the game along with her boyfriend.
Maggie lasted three rounds, rolling the rubber over Lee’s penis, then Carter’s, and finally Justin’s. Everyone laughed when Justin wondered aloud how she could fail to get the condom over his short penis before the other girls covered their guys. Jimmy was disappointed to drop out, but he enjoyed Jen’s slow (and losing) speed as she handled him, and he liked the way Katie’s breasts brushed against him as she held his penis and covered it.
After that meeting, the showers were communal. Sometimes it was a crowd, other times not so much. At one time or another, each of the girls found herself the only female among the naked guys, and they all took it in stride. Even Jen, who finally lost her virginity later that night, got so she could walk around casually in the nude and look at the others in the eye, unless she was looking at something more attractive.
And if that wasn’t daring enough for her, she and Lee followed the lead of other couples by letting their door unlocked or even open while making love. At one time or another, every couple had someone else inadvertently walk in on them while having sex, even Jack and Laura, her on her hands and knees on the bed with him behind her, her little breasts hanging down and racking back and forth.

My wife had left for work, leaving me alone in the midst of a layoff down at the plant. I was a little depressed; thirty four years old, uncertain job future. I wondered how housewives managed. I laughed bitterly, thinking that I was now like a housewife.
Lying in bed, I rubbed my nipples, “I’m a housewife, look at my titties,” I said in a fem voice. It actually felt pretty good, I had a hard on going as I continued to rub them. I looked at my wife’s underwear drawer. Should I? I got even harder just thinking about it. She would never know if I just played with her things a little. I got out her black, satin smooth panties and matching bra. She was not a skinny woman, not chunky either, but not skinny, I, on the other hand, was skinny. The panties fit well, except for my throbbing cock inside of them. I put the bra on too and continued playing with myself, the underwear felt so good on me. Except for the hair. Suddenly I was not so turned on anymore. I was laying here in women’s underwear with a hairy body. The illusion went away.
Would it be better if I shaved all of my hair off? That sounded like a time consuming job. Then again, I would be here alone a good eight hours before she came home.
In her bathroom, I found a woman’s electric shaver and hair remover. I quickly used the shaver to on my chest, arms and legs. The back was another matter, it was hairy and my arms were not made of rubber. I went ahead and put the hair remover all over my shaven areas, waited the four minutes and jumped in the shower. It was tingling, almost burning and I wondered if I had made a serious mistake. Holy cow! I just realized that she would find out I had shaved all of my body hair off. I stood in the shower, hairless in the water spray, realizing that she would certainly notice that I had no body hair anymore. Even through the fear, I realized that the hairless feeling was erotic. My nipples were even more sensitive now as I played with them, and my cock was rock hard.
I got out of the shower and put on her lacey bra and panties. I reminded myself that I was trying to feel like a woman. I let my defenses down and enjoyed the lacey material on my hairless body. I went into the bedroom and took out her makeup. Sitting in front of the bed, looking in the dresser mirror, I applied makeup to my face, it was such a turn on, I thought I was going to squirt when I applied her bright, red lipstick to my lips. I was beginning to look like a woman. I used the eyebrow pencil, then eyeliner, not realizing that I did not have a clue as to how to wash off make up after it was applied. I looked feminine. Then I began to walk around the house.
I did not walk like a woman. I turned on the television and watched the Style channel. Watching women walking down the catwalk, I realized that they put one foot directly in front of the other, this way, their hips, thighs and ass moved in a very sexy way.
Imitating them, I began to walk that way, and bent my hands at the wrist as I walked, I was really beginning to enjoy the feminine me. I did not have a wig, but I did have long, black hair, I simply combed it out. I began to prance around like a woman.
I wondered what it was for a woman when she was taken by a man. I knew how it felt from the male point of view, being the taker, but how would it feel to be the taken? To let myself go in the arms of a strong, controlling man. Was I going to far with this? It was just fantasy, it did not mean that I was a sissy or anything, I was just playing around.
I was still hard as a rock, even, I realized, thinking about a man taking me in his arms. I laid down on the couch, rubbing myself, my eyes closed in rapture as I imagined being a woman, being fondled by a hot man.
The door to the living room looks directly inside the house, which normally would not mean anything, but when I did open my eyes, my older neighbor was staring inside, a look of shock on his face.
Oh no, I was caught and the first thing I imagined was the whole neighborhood finding out. I ran to the door and opened it, pulling Jim inside. Jim was about ten years older than I was, taller and muscular.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, a horrified look on his face.
“Jim,” I said in my normal voice, “I was just depressed from being out of work, one thing led to another, I found myself like this, please, don’t tell anybody.” It hit us both at the same time that we were standing there like a man and woman almost in an embrace as I held onto him after pulling him inside.
He looked down into my face, and that is when I first really felt like a woman. He was turned on by me, as a woman. We looked at each other first in horror, then, he moved his lips down to mine, gently kissing them at first, then pressing hard into me, holding me tight I eagerly opened my red lips for his probing tongue. He kissed down to my neck, put his hand inside of my bra, rubbing my nipples, he raised the bra up and began licking and sucking on them as he rubbed my bulging cock through my panties. I began to moan in my feminine voice.
“You are so hot,” he whispered as I began removing his clothes, they could not come off fast enough. Finally I held his throbbing cock in my hands, it was longer than my own. I began to lick the head, I had never sucked cock before so it would be a learning experience. I sucked just the head into my mouth as he moaned in delight. His moans turned me on as