To a wide segment of society today, normal sexual relations consist of one male and one female indulging in kissing, some measure of foreplay, then sexual intercourse, usually in the "missionary" position. To some of these, it is essential that the man and woman be married to each other, to others, this aspect is optional.
There have been times in the history of North American society when one could say that this segment was by far the majority, when those who did not conform were the radicals or, as their more conformist brothers would have termed them, the sick and the abnormal.
Only those who walk boldly where angels fear to tread would dare to make such a statement today. In America, the gay nineties and the roaring twenties heralded the spirit of change.
The bloomer girl made milady's unmentionables mentionable; the later era of high heels, short skirts and bathtub gin, told society that the name of the game was fun and that when limits were placed on fun, when moral fences were built around it, it was no longer fun.
In World War I, a popular song asked how you were going to keep 'em down on the farm after they'd seen gay Paree. It still had not been answered when World War II occupied center stage and changed the world more drastically than any war in
the history of the world to that point.
There was no question about keeping them down on the farm after that war, they had seen too much, they had enough of discipline. Radio, television and the printed word spread the message and the message was heard.
The Germans and Japanese had lost the war, Great Britain lost economic stability, but the greatest loser of all was the church-in the broadest sense.
For centuries it had dominated society, preaching pie in the sky with a side dish of fire and brimstone. It had walked hand in hand with the wealth, with the ruling class, with the fat cat industrialist. It had convinced the masses that poverty on earth would be rewarded with golden slippers and a harp in heaven.
Be humble, it told the faithful, be like sheep (sheep do get fleeced) and wait for your reward in heaven.
It influenced the politicians in devising laws to regulate human behavior. It influenced institutions of learning and taught students that unquestioning obedience and meekness were all; Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the earth-enough of it at least, to accommodate a coffin.
But when the boys came marching home, they weren't having anymore, thank you. They had put their lives on the line for more than that, they wanted a freedom that was more than merely political, they wanted the whole bundle.
In the quarter-century which followed, change continued apace; divorce lost the stigma it once carried as people learned that it was better than keeping a bad marriage together and destroying children; common-law marriage became more and more acceptable, no longer just something that happened among the lower classes.
When churches roared condemnation and told society to come back to church like nice little sheep, society said baa and laughed.
More and more, morality became the only thing it can truly be, a personal matter, not something imposed on a person or a society by church or state.
In this still-developing society, sin relates to oppression of minorities, wars and the manipulation of the lives of many for the profit of few. Sex is the domain of the individual, the couple or the commune.
With outside domination rejected, man and woman was free to enjoy sex more freely, more heartily, more naturally than at any time since the pre-Christian glory of Rome and Greece.
Without impediment of church and state, society, the society of individuals, established a new norm which said, in effect, if any particular act brings pleasure to me and to my partner while not causing harm to the person or property of others, then it is normal and it is good.
Acts which for centuries were practiced in or were hollowed by guilt, emerged into the sunshine of social acceptance.
This then, is the subject of this work, a case history study of what the new liberation has meant to some who have taken advantage of it.
My introduction to this book has been, of necessity, capsulized. The case histories will be more detailed and will be told "like it is," in the language of those who talked to me.
CASE HISTORY I
Jane
"I had suspected for years," Jane told me, "that my husband was playing around. Because he was constantly busy with his work, I had to do everything a-round the house in addition to caring for our two children. Sex was something that happened only rarely.
"When it did happen, it was because I almost went down on my knees and begged for it. I did that when I was hungry enough. Otherwise, I'd close myself in my bedroom, strip naked, and, while I enjoyed an erotic fantasy with a man who was a real lover, I'd finger myself through three or four or more orgasms. They were always great while they lasted, but later, I'd spoilt it all by being ashamed of what I had done. I'd wash my hands and get rid of the odor of hot pussy, but the feeling of guilt stayed on. I guess it goes back to my religious upbringing when all little girls were supposed to be like the Virgin Mary.
"When my lord and master got around to giving me a little ration of sex, it was a damn little one indeed. He never seemed to notice that I'd worn my sexiest bra and panties, or my shortest, frilliest nightie for him. It was just something he had to do, a duty sort of thing and he did it that way. He'd play with me with one hand and play with his tool with the other until it was hard, then he'd roll over on me, stick it in me and ride my belly until he went off.
"There were no whispered words of love and beauty or anything like that, just duty fucking until he went off. If I wanted a come, I had to go to the John and look after my own needs with a finger in my slit.
"I suggested to him that perhaps we had allowed sex to become too routine, too dull. I told him I was willing to try anything. Once I offered to suck his cock, but he was horrified and told me wives didn't do that sort of thing, only whores did. I had a few more tries at getting him interested, than I just gave up. I was twenty-four years old then, I had two kids and just resigned from normal sex and decided that the rest of my life meant the only sex I was going to get would be with my finger.
"I guess it really set me up for the letter when I found it."
Jane read me the critical portion of the letter she had found in her husband's wallet.
" . . . . sweet sixty-niner," the portion of the letter read, "when you press that handsome face into my hot, juicy crotch and I stretch my jaws to take that velvet head into my mouth to be sucked, I just go out of my mind. You eat cunt like no man ever did and the cream I suck from your lovely big prick is sweeter than honey. Make Tuesday come fast, darling lover man and I'll make you come faster. My cunt is tingling for your mouth and I'm licking my lips so they'll be smooth when I wrap them around the shaft of your magnificent cock. If you're horny too, jerk off in a bottle and bring it to me so I can eat it like dessert. Don't waste any of that precious juice in your wife's cunt."
To any woman, such a letter would have been a terrible jolt, but given the facts of Jane's background it sent her to the brink of suicide. All that stopped her was the thought that she would be doing him a favor, making it easier for him and his girl friend who played all the games he refused to play with his own wife.
Instead, she took the letter to a lawyer and sued for divorce. Her husband didn't contest and agreed to pay support for the children. It wasn't enough to let Jane stay at home with them, she couldn't afford to have someone come in to care for them while she worked, so she arranged for them to live with a sister who lived on a farm a little more than a hundred miles away. Her sister was a plain, great young woman with three children, older than Jane's and she was delighted to help her kid sister in that way. She could also use the board money Jane was delighted to pay her.
Jane found a job and an apartment and it was not long before she had adjusted to her new life. After the birth of each child, she had exercised and so had kept her excellent figure, her breasts, buttocks and thighs still firm, her skin smooth and her face more than attractive.
She wasn't interested in a second helping of marriage, but she did accept dates. On her third date, she brought the man to her apartment and it was not long before they were writhing through erotic foreplay with sexual intercourse the obvious, though unspoken goal.
He proved to be a skilled lover and their French kisses soon had them both well on the way to their erotic destination. His hands felt good on her thighs and she made no protest when one moved from a smooth inner thigh to the crotch of her clinging panties to add to her arousal.
While he played in her crotch, he used his mouth not only to kiss her mouth and throat, but to whisper all the exciting things she had longed to hear through the hungry years with her husband.
Jane helped him take her dress off, then he was kissing and fondling her again, his face pressing between the cups of her bra to kiss and lick as he told how anxious he was to bare her breasts and pay proper tribute to them. She was anxious too, but she didn't mind when he delayed that moment as he fondled her buttocks through her panties and raved about their firmness and smoothness and told her how he wanted to cover them with kisses, words which caused her to groan and tremble with passion, words which were the classic drink of water to the shipwrecked sailor.
She sighed sadly as he took his mouth and hands off her, but sadness passed instantly as she watched him undressing. He did it with confidence yet with no cockiness and he gave her an almost boyish smile when he pushed his briefs down to bare his rampant organ which was anything but boyish.
When he returned to the couch and took her in his arms, she felt his strong member throbbing between her thighs.
"This is going to be so good, dear," she told him with a sign, "let's go to my bed where it will be roomier and more comfortable." They got up and walked hand in hand into her bedroom where she turned the covers back and a gleaming white sheet awaited their warm bodies.
Before getting onto the bed, he took her in his arms and, while he kissed her with passion, unhooked her bra. Jane liked what she saw in his eyes as her firm breasts bounded into freedom.
He took her onto the bed and that freedom was short lived as he claimed them with both hands and fondled them even more excitingly than her phantom lovers had done in her solitary fantasies. After they had been well fondled, they were well sucked.
Later, when he gently took her panties off, he kept his earlier promise by rolling her onto her tummy and busying himself with her buttocks, his lips and tongue joining his hands in paying warm tribute to the firm, smooth nether cheeks which had never previously been kissed.
"I have more kisses for you, darling," he told her in a whisper. "I'll deliver them as soon as you roll over and open your beautiful thighs for my face."
With a cry of joy, she threw herself over, opened her crotch wide and he filled it with his face, his mouth kissing and sucking, his tongue licking until Jane's body exploded in a climax the like of which she had never known.
When it passed and she returned to earth, she let an ecstatic smile express her thanks, then she opened her arms and welcomed him into the thrilling warmth of her crotch.
He held his penis gently into the sucking warmth of her vagina, made love to her very slowly and gave her another orgasm before he began stroking fast and then filled her tummy with the warmth of his shooting semen. They rested, chatted and sipped drinks for a while, then she felt strength returning to his organ, causing desire to flare anew in her.
"I've never taken a cock in my mouth before," she told him, "but you've been so wonderful a lover I want to show you how much I appreciate it. Would you like to go off in my mouth? I think I can do it."
Id love that very much, darling, you have such a lovely mouth, but I don't want you to do it if you won't enjoy it, not just to say thanks."
"I know I'll enjoy it," she whispered as she fondled his stiffening penis while he fingered her hard bud of passion just inside the soft, moist lips in her crotch. "This was my first experience at having my ass kissed and my pussy licked and sucked. Now I want another first. I want to take that beautiful big penis in my mouth and suck it until you come. You can help me if I'm not doing it right."
"Yes, dear, yes," he panted, "but I'm not going to let you move until I make you come again," he told her, his finger expertly stroking her clitoris and making it happen quickly and beautifully, her lovely bottom bouncing on the bed, her breasts swaying as she sighed and cried through another delightful orgasm.
After it was over, his hands guided her face to his organ, she licked her lips, then closed her mouth around the head of his penis and began sucking. Gently, he showed her how to move her mouth up and down on the long hard shaft and she became even more exciting as she realized it was like sexual intercourse but with his organ working in and out of her mouth rather than her vagina.
He warned her before he ejaculated and she had a nervous moment of thinking she would choke, then she was swallowing confidently while he groaned in obvious ecstasy until he was drained and told her to stop or he would pass out.
Although they met a few times after that, circumstances did not permit them to marry or to be steady lovers. Jane was prepared to have casual meetings with married men, but refused to enter into an emotional affair with one.
In doing so, she was following the advice of a friend, a woman in her early forties who had never married because she'd never found a man to whom she would have been willing to commit the rest of her life, for whom she would reject the pleasure of casual affairs with various men.
"Married men are a single woman's best friend," the woman told her. "Bachelors are bachelors for a reason and they talk too much. A married man knows the score, enjoys a casual roll in the hay and keeps his mouth shut when it's over."
Jane wasn't promiscuous, but she met many men in the course of her work and accepted many dates. She never went to bed with a date just to repay him for dinner or an evening on the town, but when one of her dates had been a good companion and a warm bond of friendship had developed, she saw no point in acting prudish and went to her apartment or his hotel room, allowed passion to build slowly until it peaked as they rocked through intercourse after a long period of sexual foreplay which, at it's best, brought her to climax by means of oral stimulation.
Having experienced the joy of climaxing with a man's face in her crotch, his tongue licking in. her slit, Jane did everything she could to encourage it. Still, when a man showed no sign of wanting to do it for her, she did not press the point, neither was she anxious to date him again.
In the beginning, Bryce was just another date. They served on the same committee involved in neighborhood improvement work. They shared similar ideas, argued over a few points and enjoyed being together.
She dated him four times before he kissed her as he brought her back to her apartment one night. The kiss was good for both of them and she invited him in without any of the coy talk about a nightcap.
Jane did pour dinks and sat beside him on the couch. As though sensing what was going to happen, wanting to be honest about it. He told her that he was married, that it was a bad marriage, but that he didn't want her to think he was making any promises.
"Thank you, Bryce," she said with feeling. "I want to be just as honest. I know you're married, I've enjoyed your company, I like and respect you and I knew that sooner or later, it would reach the stage where we'd both want to go to bed. I'm at that stage now and I think you are too. I think it will be very good, but when it's over, there are no strings attached. Fair enough?"
"More than. From the time I met you, I sensed a special quality about you but couldn't pin it down. Hell, that's enough talking," he said, cutting himself off and taking her into his arms to kiss her with such passion she felt it churning in her crotch.
They went to the bedroom and kissed again, then they began undressing, but he stopped her after only her dress had been removed.
"Bras and panties should be taken off with many kisses and special touches, dear," he told her as he went on undressing. "Let me look after that for you."
"Mmmmm, what a nice offer, I think I'm going to like having you strip me naked, Bryce."
"You're very beautiful and very exciting," he told her, "I'll get carried away when I strip you, but I'll try to be careful not to shock you."
"If I catch you being careful, I'll throw you out.
I feel like being shocked, by you. Mmmmmm, what a nice shocker you have there, dear," she said as he stripped his shorts down his legs and she saw his rampant tool.
Smiling, he waved it at her, than kicked his discarded pants and shorts away and went to her. They fell back on the bed in passionate embrace and writhed together through a series of passionate kisses.
"Christ, what beauties," he panted as he took her bra off and fondled her breasts while she sighed warmly and urged him on.
In her erotic urging, she fed a breast into his wide open mouth and he managed to blend greed with tenderness as he sucked it and licked the sensitive nipple for a long time before turning his attention to the other half of the beautifully matched pair.
"Those are more than just breasts, Jane," he told her. "When they're that big and beautiful," he went on, "they're tits, beautiful, firm, woman tits."
"Yes, darling, yes," she panted, "they're my tits. I have tits for you and I have an butt and a cunt and I fuck for you. Use all the words and drive me even wilder than I am. It's so exciting this way."
"Yes, darling," he replied, his tone low and husky, "you have all of that and I'm going to get my hands on your beautiful butt and hold it while I suck your cunt and lick the honey of it until I can't stand the waiting, then I'll fill your cunt with my hard prick and fuck you until we're weak, both of us.
Bryce moved down on the bed and she sighed loudly as his strong hands picked her up, then quickly turned her over, in doing so, her legs opened and he pulled a thrillingly warm crotch onto his face, sucking through the crotch of her panties, making her feel it just as excitingly as though her panties were off. "Oh my god," she groaned as her crotch rubbed on his face hotly, urging him on, "oh Jesus, what joy."
He sucked the crotch of her warm panties for a minute or more, then he was stripping them down her legs as her back arched to help him. "So you liked that, did you?" he asked, panting, "well now I'll suck your hot cunt without your panties in the way. like this," he added as he dropped her panties onto the bed and brought his face back into the wet warmth of her wide open crotch.
As he fitted his mouth to her soft, very warm vulva, he rolled her over and gripped her big, firm, silken buttocks, rubbing them hotly as he held them while he sucked greedily, producing wet, exciting noises which added to the erotic thrill Jane experienced while his hands and mouth ministered to her tingling body.
"Oh God," Jane panted, "I'm going to come so fast." She started to repeat the words, but didn't quite make it as orgasm swept through her, making her feel it all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes.
Bryce took his tongue out of her slit when he fell the first shock wave break over her body, but he kepi his face in her crotch and she massaged it with her warm, silken thighs.
When the orgasm passed and she sighed deeply, her thighs releasing his face, he pressed his mouth to her vulva again, sent his tongue on a return visit to the moist interior and did not take it away until she had climaxed again, as strongly as the earlier one had been, but without the rough edges which had been close to pain for the woman.
"My God, Bryce, what a lover you turned out to be," she sighed as she lay on her tummy where she had thrown herself in the course of her orgasm.
He paused in the kissing and licking of her buttocks, smiled and assured her that it was her beauty that had inspired him to whatever he had been.
"Darling," she whispered, "your precious cock is so hard, it must be hurting. You've prepared my cunt so nicely for it. Come stick it in me and let all that pressure shoot up into my belly. Fuck me, lover . . . fuck me good."
She rolled over onto her back and then the man was on her, his strong penis probing her crotch until it found the well lubricated entry. The head of his organ paused in the slit, then he pushed slowly and Jane groaned as he fed it to her until his hard belly rubbed in her crotch and told her that she had all he had to give her. Her sight told him it was enough for her.
As he began stroking, Bryce tried to keep most of his weight off her lovely body, but Jane wasn't having that as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down on her sweat-slippery body. With an animal growl he began stroking, his weight delightfully heavy, his strong body battering at her crotch and on her mons veneris as she writhed and cried in mounting joy until she felt his motions change and she pulled him more firmly down on her and felt the thrill of his hot semen spurting strongly in her more than contented body.
"When are you going to shock me?" she teased as he rolled off her and they lay resting, their bodies warm, wet and glowing with the content of fatigue.
"You're really something, Jane," he said in a tone of reverence. "You not only are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, but you're the most beautifully sexual animal I've ever even dreamed of. My God, how you inspire me."
"I suspect you've always been a good lover, dear," she told him. "I don't think it requires any special inspiration to turn you on."
"You're only partially right, I guess," he told her, his tone becoming more serious as he sat up and picked up the partially burned pipe and relit it.
"Tell me what you mean, dear?" Jane asked.-"I'm forty-four years old and this is the kind of lover I've wanted to be all my life. What a hell of a time to start."
Concerned, Jane sat up and held him. "It was a beautiful encounter, Bryce. No man has ever made love to me like that. I had a husband who wouldn't love me the way I wanted, I take it you have a wife who doesn't want your style of love. I take it that's why you were afraid of shocking me."
"Yes, through all the years he stopped then, surprising her. "Forgive me, I don't want to sound like the classic case of my wife doesn't understand me."
"I'd never think that, darling," she told him, but he chose not to discuss his home life and instead turned the conversation to a lighter vein, making her laugh and laughing along with her.
They had agreed that there would be no strings attached, but fate had other things in mind for them. The following evening, they had an early dinner together, then went to her apartment. Desire surged strongly in both of them and they were soon writhing naked on the bed again.
As he had done in the first meeting, he sucked and fondled her breasts for a long time, then she was naked and he was sucking in her crotch again. It was every bit as thrilling as it had been the first time, Jane climaxing strongly three times before he finally took his face out of her hot, wet crotch and she gave a tired sigh of ecstasy as she smiled up into his wet face.
When they rolled together and his organ pushed up into her eager vagina, she held him tightly and kept urging him on. He rode her lovely body with an exciting blend of strength and gentleness and then it was. his turn to climax.
Later in the evening after they had talked for a long time, the tenor of the conversation becoming more and more serious, Jane was playing with his penis when she felt the approach of revival.
"You're a beautiful optimist if you think you can bring him back to life this quickly," he told her with a grin.
"Care to make any bets? Maybe I can do it faster than you think. Of course there's always the danger that I may shock you."
"I'd just love to be shocked, darling," he told her with a sigh as he smiled and folded his hands under the back of his head. "Go ahead and shock this old man, you precocious little angel."
She had been sitting beside him, and as he issued the challenge, Jane licked her lips, her eyes shone in wild excitement and then she bent over him, kissed the head of his organ gently, then pushed it into her warm, moist mouth.
She heard a grunt of surprise from him, then felt his penis responding instantly, stiffing until the swollen head filled her mouth. She sucked on the big head for a little while, then began riding her mouth up and down on the shaft, surprising and delighting him by being able to take so much of it into her mouth without gagging.
While she sucked, her right hand moved over him and into his crotch where it found his hairy sac and fondled it very gently, very lovingly, drawing groan after groan from the thoroughly delighted man as her magic mouth rode his throbbing organ until he sensed the approach of blast off.
"Oh Jesus, Jane," he panted, "you better let go, I'm going to blow my load."
By way of reply, he heard her muffled groan and felt her sucking even more greedily, telling him she had no intention of letting go and that she wanted to feel his semen spurting in her mouth as it had done in her vagina.
And then it was doing just that as she drank with thrilling greed, delighting in his groans which became weaker with each spurt of rich semen she sucked out of the spending, softening organ until he begged her, his voice weak, to stop before she killed him.
Raising her face from his crotch, she beamed with pride as she looked at him, a small trickle of semen trying to escape from the corner of her mouth until a pink tongue darted out and licked it up.
"Did I shock you?" she asked with a naughty grin.
"You sure as hell did," he groaned, "but Jesus, what a beautiful shock. I've been sucked a few times in my life, darling, but it was never like that. You make it a beautiful new experience."
After that, their every meeting became a beautiful new experience for both of them as they abandoned their bodies and minds to physical love without boundaries and without a thought of restraint.
I think I'm finally going to shock you," he told her one evening as they lay resting naked on her bed after another delightfully wild session which had left both their bodies shining with the sweat of lust and love.
"Try me," she challenged.
"All right, I want to marry you, darling."
"Hmm, how nice, but wouldn't that put you over the allowable quota of wives by one?"
"No. I'm going to divorce the one I have. My kids are grown up enough to understand divorce. My youngest daughter is the only one left at home and she'll be fifteen in a few days. She knows the score. It isn't going to shock her."
They talked more and before the evening ended, had decided to marry as soon as possible. Since he was determined to go through with it, Bryce told her he would find a roomier apartment for them and would live with her in common law until the divorce went through and they could marry.
That weekend, they went to the farm to meet Jane's two children. Jane sensed that there was no pretense in the way he took to the children and they to him, after an initial shyness.
She saw the beginning of a beautiful new dream, an exciting new life in which she could be wife, mother and wild sexual creature to a man who was fully her match in every respect.
Jane's dream came true and is still doing so, more than eight years later. They have their common grounds of intellectual interests, social concern, reading and music, as well as a shared love for the two children they started with and the one they added later.
But their strongest common bond is their enjoyment of wild sexual abandonment, making love in ways which would shock many, would be condemned as sick or abnormal by many segments of society, but their marriage is, for both of them a beautiful dream which continues to come true, day after beautiful day.
CASE HISTORY 2
Dianne
Dianne was the only child of middle class parents who lived in a typical suburb. She was not a pretty child, but she didn't know that until she learned it from her mother, quite by accident.
She thinks she was five years old at the time. She had been resting in her room one hot afternoon when she heard voices, her mother's and that of a woman friend, passing her window on their way to the garden.
"Yes," she heard her mother say with a sad expression, "Dianne is a sweet child and an intelligent one too, what a pity she's so plain looking."
The voices said other things as they passed, but Dianne didn't hear them. She had heard her mother rave to other mothers about their pretty children ant! had heard the women reply in kind about her, but suddenly, she knew they were just being polite, they didn't mean it. While her mother had referred to her as being plain, Dianne translated that to ugly.
Turning over on her bed, she cried softly for a long time. Sleep rescued her from her unhappiness, but the respite was brief and her first thought on awakening was of her ugliness. She never mentioned it to her mother, although the thought was rarely out of her mind.
When she heard someone say she was pretty, Dianne would turn away, hiding her resentment at such dishonesty, knowing it was only said to make her mother feel better, to help her overcome the burden of being stuck with an ugly child.
As she grew older, her awareness of plain features grew stronger. Her inner sadness contributed to render her even less attractive than she could have been had she been able to compensate with a sparkling personality.
She made few friends and learned to live in her own world, one where being pretty didn't really matter, where people had no faces and as a result, couldn't be ugly. .
She was eleven years old when she made her first real friend, a girl of her own age who was not much, if any, better looking than she. Dianne was visiting her friend one afternoon when her mother called the girl into the house, angrily.
Minutes later, from the window just a couple of feet above her head, Dianne heard the stern tone of the woman, then heard sounds of spanking being administered and of crying and pleading. Dianne had heard enough about spanking to guess that her friend was lying on her mother's lap with her skirt up, panties lowered, the woman's hand smacking her bare bottom and making the loud sounds.
Dianne was startled to discover that the sounds were terribly exciting. She liked her friend and knew she should feel sorry for her, wanted to, but couldn't. All she could feel was a wild excitement and a burning desire to be able to watch the hand of the woman smacking her bare bottom.
Not long after the spanking, Dianne heard the side door of the house open and close. She peeked a-round the corner and saw her friend's mother walking away from the house. Holding her breath, she waited until the woman was out of sight, then hurried in through the same door, not bothering to knock.
She found her friend, Judy, in her bedroom. She had stopped crying and was rubbing at her red eyes.
"Gee, Judy, I'm sorry you got spanked," she lied. "Did it hurt much?"
"Not really," Judy tried to look brave as she turned on a weak little smile. "A spanking on the bare ass always stings while you're getting it, but it isn't that bad. It's a lot better than having your mother go on nagging for hours. Besides," she went on, her grin widening, "after it's over, the cheeks of your ass are all red and kind of tingly. I don't like getting spanked, but I like the feel of my ass after."
"Oh Judy," Dianne said impulsively, "please let me see your ass. I want to see how red it is."
Judy refused, they discussed the matter for a while, then a bargain was struck. Judy would lower her panties and let Dianne see and feel her bottom if, in return, Dianne would lie over her lap and take a little spanking on her bare behind.
The bargain made, Judy pushed her panties down and jerked the hem of her skirt high over her back to show a very warm looking little pink bottom.
"Ooh Judy," Dianne enthused, "it looks so pretty. Does it hurt?"
"No, it doesn't hurt at all. Spankings never do, not after they're over."
"It feels so warm," Dianne said as she put a hand on each buttock and rubbed gently over the warm, pink skin. "Gee, Judy, I never knew bums felt so nice. Do you think that's why parent spank kids, because bums feel nice?"
"I don't think so. Mummy says she spanks me because she loves me and wants me to be a good girl."
Dianne wished her friend hadn't said that. Her mother never spanked her, she merely scolded and shouted and nagged, but her train of thought was derailed by her friend.
"Come on, Dianne, you've seen and felt my ass, now you have to let me spank you."
Dianne thought her friend was rushing things, but she made no protest. Instead, she pushed her panties down and lay across her friend's lap, her dress pushed well over her back, her chubby bottom bare.
"Ooh, Dianne, you have nice big ass cheeks,"
Judy said as she patted them, her young hand squeezing. "They're so pretty. This is really going to be fun."
"Remember, don't spank too hard," Dianne warned.
"Don't worry, I won't, her friend assured her as she continued to fondle her buttocks for a while, then she raised a hand and began spanking.
"Ow, that hurts," Dianne protested. "Not so hard, it stings my ass."
"Silly," Judy scolded, "you heard how hard my mom spanked me. My hand is smaller than hers and these are just easy smacks. You ass isn't even a little bit pink yet."
Judy went on spanking, enjoying each smack more, especially after her friend's bottom took on an exciting pink glow. She wanted to keep on smacking the smooth, fleshy cheeks, but then Dianne began to sob, then cry, so she stopped and contented herself' with feeling the warm, silken hills, her heart pounding with excitement as her hands kept moving while Dianne wriggled over her lap, no longer crying.
Giggling and talking in whispers, the girls talked of how exciting and how naughty their game had been, then they were standing back to back, panties lowered, skirts raised, their little bottoms rubbing against each other.
The ringing of a telephone broke up their game, but it was not long before they met again, alone in Dianne's home one afternoon. Hurriedly, they went to her room to play and they were soon without panties as each felt the naked bottom of the other. This time, they each spanked the other, than had a session of bottom rubbing.
On their third clandestine meeting, they excitedly agreed to strip naked before beginning. They enjoyed the usual fondling and patting of bottoms, then began spanking, taking turns and giving each other two spankings.
When they finally stopped they rubbed bottoms as usual, then Judy touched Dianne's hairless little vulva and the favor was returned. They played for a long time and had to hurry into their clothes at the sound of the front door opening.
What would have developed between the two girls can be only a matter of conjecture, because it was not long after their discovery of the spanking game that Dianne's father was promoted and transferred by his employer and they moved to another city.
To most children, the change from one locale to another, the change of schools, loss of old friends, is something of a shock. In Dianne's case it was a severe one. In her new setting, she found it easier to forget about trying to fit in.
Each day she went to school, then returned home to sit in her room, listening to her radio, reading or reminiscing about the fun she'd had with Judy and wondering whether the girl had found another friend to play the spanking game with.
One afternoon, after her mother had been more than usually upset and had scolded her often and angrily, she asked her why, instead of scolding, she didn't spank her and get it over with when she was displeased.
"What a strange thing to say," the woman said with a frown. "Just what did you mean by that?"
"Well," Dianne began, wishing she hadn't started it, "when Judy's mother was mad at her, she spanked her and then it was all over and they were friends again. When you get mad at me, you stay that way. Judy said her mother spanked her because she loves her."
"Oh my poor baby," her mother said with a rush of warmth as she threw her arms around her and hugged her. "Listen dear, children have problems, but so do parents. Your daddy and I love you very much, but we get nervous and upset and sometimes we scold too much. I have never spanked you because daddy and I don't believe in that as a form of training children. Let's make a deal. If you will be as good as you can, not perfect, just as good as you can, I'll try to remember to tell you when you slip, but not to go on nagging forever. Does that sound better?"
"Yes, Mummy," Dianne replied in a small voice.
Later, in her room, Dianne thought it would have been better if her mother had agreed to spank her, but still, she had gotten out of what could have been a sticky situation and had done it rather well. Besides, there had been the promise of less nagging and that was a definite plus.
For a while, sweet reason prevailed in the home, then her mother returned to nagging and needless scolding. Dianne didn't bother reminding her of their agreement.
As Dianne reached the age where other girls were dating and talking about boys, talk usually accompanied by whispers and giggles, Dianne told herself she was content to spend her afternoons and evenings with her radio, but in the back of her mind, she knew she was lying. Boys didn't ask to date her, they only dated the pretty girls. At fifteen, she considered herself" to be the ugliest girl in the world. In her process of masturbation, her nose was a little too big and had a distinct hook to it. Her upper teeth were a little too prominent, her mouth didn't look quite the way she would have liked it. Her breasts were beginning to develop quite nicely and her buttocks were well fleshed and nicely rounded, but the boys couldn't see that and besides, they wanted pretty faces.
Once in a while, some boy asked her for a date, but invariably he was one of the less popular boys, he was willing to settle for her because he couldn't get a pretty girl. Whether or not it was true, she believed it and resented it. She wasn't even polite in turning him down and before long, there were no more offers.
She was sixteen then and one of the most sought after boys in school talked to her after class and asked her to go out with him that evening. Stunned, she accepted. When she returned home, she looked in her mirror to see whether some miracle had suddenly made her beautiful, but she saw the same face and it looked even uglier than usual because she had been expecting something better. Still, she kept the date and made every effort to look her very best.
They went walking and by sunset, they were in a park which was a haunt of couples who wanted to neck or, as she had heard, go much father than that. It was exciting when he kissed her and she again felt a thrill of excitement at being treated as though she were a beautiful girl.
As their necking proceeded, his hands began to move over her body. She'd had the usual warnings from her mother about the danger of allowing boys to go too far, and she remembered it when she felt a hand going up her thigh, trying to force it's way into her crotch.
On the verge of panic, she forced the hand away and told him he was not to do that again.
"Don't be such a dope," he scolded as he put a hand in his pocket and withdrew a condom. "I got a raincoat, you won't get knocked up."
It was all suddenly terribly unromantic and she wished she hadn't accepted the date, but her ordeal was still not over as he kept urging her to relax and do what he assured her other girls did when he took them out, but she continued to refuse.
"Look, Dianne," he told her, trying to sound very mature, "It's about time you smartened up a little. I don't see you getting very many dates and I think you know why."
"What do you mean?" she snapped, wishing she had not asked the question, fearing what the answer would be.
"Let's face it, kid, you're not the prettiest girl in school. If you want dates, you have to make up for it by giving a little more and doing it a bit better."
He would have said more, but Dianne broke away from him and, fighting back her tears, stumbled out of the park alone. Visibility was difficult, but she found her way home, hurried to her room and, after a long bout of quiet crying, swore she'd never go out with a boy again.
Dianne did a pretty good job of keeping her vow. She did not get that many date offers, but when she did, she refused without hesitation. Deciding that the social life of college would be too painful, she took a secretarial course, did well in it and graduated with honors.
She had little difficulty finding a job that paid rather well, and before long, decided she could afford the complete privacy of an apartment of her own. When her parents heard of her decision, they made a mild protest, but she was eighteen and there was little they could to about it.
Apartments turned out to be more expensive than she had budgeted on, unless she was prepared to settle for something shoddy. Dianne was discussing this with another young woman, a couple of years older than she, and they agreed how tough it was.
They worked together and, while they had not been close friends, they had often talked. The other woman, Brenda, was well short of being a beauty, yet had many dates and often came to the office in the morning looking as though she'd been up all night. Dianne often wondered what her secret was, whether it was the same one the youth had told her in the park.
In the course of their conversation, the two reached the decision that the only way either could get the sort of apartment she wanted, was by sharing the cost of one.
That weekend they went apartment hunting together and found one which delighted them both. It meant sharing a bedroom, but Dianne didn't mind that, there was also a comfortable, well furnished living room and a balcony with an exciting view.
The first few evenings in the new apartment, Brenda stayed home and helped get the place into shape, the way they wanted it, then, one day at work, Brenda sounded particularly excited as she told Dianne she had a date for that evening.
Dianne didn't mind at all, she told herself. She spent the evening reading and listening to the radio until her friend returned a little after midnight, looking tired, but her eyes shining with excitement. Only then did Dianne admit to herself that she felt jealous and terribly resentful.
She hid her feelings as they chatted for a while, then went to the bedroom, aware that they had to be up early in the morning for work.
Although Dianne considered Brenda better looking than she, she felt she had a much better figure and was not shy about undressing, had not been right from the start.
They continued chatting as they undressed, then Dianne emitted a startled gasp.
"Brenda! Your ass! What happened to you?"
"I guess it is marked up a bit at that," the young woman said as she went to the mirror and twisted to look at a pair of buttocks which bore a general suggestion of pink, but looked more dramatic due to the number of lines of red which, appeared on both cheeks. "The lines will go away in four or five days."
Dianne realized that her friend had been spanked and more. Instantly, her mind flashed back to the games she and Judy had played as children and the remembered thrill flared hotly.
"Ooh, Brenda, tell me, tell me," she urged. "That was more than just a spanking you got. Was it a whip?"
"God, no. I don't go the whip route. He used a cane. It really made me dance and howl, but it was so yummy. Those red lines are still tingling. Before he took me home, he took my panties down and gave me four more so I'd still be tingling when I got home. Clancy is real nice and nutty that way. He can always add an extra little touch so you never know what's going to happen next. How much do you known about spanky-spank?"
"Nothing, really. I played some games when I was a kid, that's all. It was fun, but I'd forgotten all about it until now. Please, Brenda, tell me."
Sitting naked on the edge of her bed, Brenda told of a circle of friends to which she belonged, men and women who delighted in spanking and being spanked and some of whom couldn't settle for mere spankings. She told how they sometimes met in groups to play games, and how at other times, she would just spend an evening or a night with one man or with a couple of swingers.
Dianne asked many questions and her friend gave detailed answers to all.
"He gave me a really yummy spanking that had me kicking my legs and howling real good. I was on fire all over, so he went down on me and gave me a cunt lapping that sent me to heaven. When he worked his big cock up me, I just went wild. He held my hot, tingling butt while he screwed me and I had another come before he went off.
"Later, when he couldn't get hard, he gave me a leather strap, then bent over the end of the bed. I really laid in on and it was his turn to dance and cry for mercy. Christ, I had his butt red and welted by the time I stopped, but his bone was throbbing.
"We jumped on the bed again and he gave me a fucking that must have lasted an hour. I came twice more before he finally got his load off.
"Later, he tried to get himself stiff again and used the cane on my ass. It didn't work, but it was still fun. I love the cane when I'm in the mood for something more than spanking."
"Cane? How could anything as big as a cane make such thin lines?" Dianne asked, innocently.
"Silly, I don't mean a walking stick. Why do you think I have those two silly pennants hanging on the wall?" she asked as she went across the room and took one down.
As she returned to the bed, she removed the felt pennant and was left with a swishy punishment cane in her hand.
"This is what a cane is, Dianne. They used to use them a lot in English schools and in upper class homes. When you get a cane on the bare ass it stings like mad, but it can be delicious. Want to try?"
Dianne didn't, just then, so they talked some more, Brenda telling of other experiences with her circle of swinging, spanking friends. It was about fifteen minutes later that Dianne lay over stacked pillows, her nicely rounded, plump, buttocks well presented, her heart pounding with excitement as her friend moved into position beside her.
Brenda rubbed a hand gently over Dianne's behind, took a deep breath, then flicked her wrist and the cane swished, biting into Dianne's behind and drawing a little yelp from her. It hurt, yet she felt arousal mounting as she waited for the promised second stroke.
It came and her yelp of pain was softened by a groan, one of pure passion. They had agreed on two sample strokes of the cane, but Brenda gave her a third and she made no protest. Just as the childhood spanking had brought her surprising pleasure, so did the bite of the thin cane on her naked posterior.
After the third stroke, Dianne's body rubbed over the pillow and she didn't stop even after Brenda put the cane down on the floor by the bed. Arousal had taken a firm grip on her and she couldn't fight it.
"Made you awful horny, didn't it?" Brenda asked in a gentle tone as she helped Dianne roll onto her back and pushed the pillows away.
"Oh Brenda, I don't know what happened to me. I don't get like this," she groaned, her thighs rubbing together hotly.
"I understand completely, Dianne. I'm not going to do anything dirty, I'm not a lesbian. Just relax, I'll make you feel better."
Dianne tried to protest as the finger went between her thighs, but she couldn't. She emitted a little cry as it found her clitoris, then it was rubbing gently as her friend talked in soft tones about how good it would feel in just a minute.
"Concentrate on the sting in your ass cheeks, dear. Just do that and relax, I'll give you a good come and you'll feel so good all over."
Seemingly only seconds later, Brenda kept her word and Dianne's naked body was jerking in strong orgasm. It was late and they knew they should go to sleep, but they talked instead.
"I've been moving with this crowd for almost two years now, Dianne, and in that time I've seen a lot of bums, male and female. I really mean this, I've never seen one as nice as yours. They'd really flip over it."
"Oh Brenda, I couldn't, not with strangers, naked and all that. I know it sounds terribly exciting, but I couldn't face it."
"Who's talking about a bunch of strangers, Dianne? You like Stan, don't you."
"Stan? You mean our boss?"
"That's just who I mean, Dianne. That's who gave me my stripes tonight. That's also why there'll be no trouble if we're late for work in the morning. A week or so ago, he saw you in a pant suit and got a hard-on. He's drying to get his hands on that beautiful ass, you better believe it."
"Oh Brenda, now that you ve told me this, how will I be able to face him in the morning?"
"That's easy, don't face him, just wear that pant suit and turn your back to him. You've been a stick in the mud too long, Dianne. You're going to start living now and you're going to love it. I'll show you how and you'll never want to go back."
"Oh Brenda," she almost cried the words. "I want to, I want to have fun like other women, but I'm so ugly."
"You're not ugly, Dianne, but you are damn silly. You have the most beautiful ass I've ever seen. Those tits of yours would stop traffic. So your face is not the classic pretty girl type, there are all kinds of beauty and you've got more than your share. This is your chance to fly, baby, are you going to take it?"
"I'll take it, Brenda," she told her in a small voice. "I want to so much I could cry. Help me. I need you."
"I'll help you, honey. Roll over and try to get some sleep now. I'll rub your back to help you relax, there, that's it, no more talking now."
The hand was soothing and Dianne was tired. Very soon, she was sleeping soundly.
They were late and slow starting in the morning, so Brenda phoned their boss. While Dianne listened, she told the man they were going to be late. When he said something in reply, Brenda giggled.
"Tell me, Stan, don't you think Dianne has a lovely ass? I'm looking at it now. She has sheer white nylon panties on. It's even rounder and firmer than you could imagine. I can see three lines through her panties, I put them there with a cane last night. Is your prick getting hard?" she asked and giggled.
When they reached the office and Dianne saw the man, she blushed furiously and felt fingers of excitement in her panties. She managed to get through the day, but her work was well below it's usual standard of efficiency.
Just before quitting time, Brenda whispered to her that they had a date for the evening, that they were going to visit the boss at home. Brenda saw her turn pale with fear and assured her that there would be only the three of them.
In the apartment, they bathed carefully and picked their most seductive lingerie. Dianne kept trembling, but more from excitement than fear. She had to make a start sometime, she told herself, and since Brenda was going to be there to help, it wouldn't be bad if only she could relax a little.
"Oh Brenda," Dianne whispered as they reached the front door of the suburban bungalow, "I'm afraid."
"Okay," her friend teased, "you go back to the apartment. I'll go in and have all the fun. When I get home I'll tell you all about it."
Brenda rang the bell and Stan opened the door, a look of excitement on his smiling face as he welcomed them in. Escorting them to a comfortably furnished living room, he was the essence of charm as he poured drinks and, before long, Dianne found herself able to chat, not as easily as the others, but better than she'd expected. When their glasses were emptied, Stan put his down with an expression on his face that told Dianne the next step was about to be taken. Getting out of the comfortable armchair on which he had been sitting, the man moved to an armless chair and called Brenda to him.
Giving Dianne a little wink, she got up and went to stand in front of his chair. With a surprising change of tone, he began to scold her for having been late that morning. Dianne was startled at that, then realized that they were playing a game. The scolding ended with him telling her that she was going to take a spanking as punishment.
Brenda sobbed very effectively and begged him to give her another chance, but seconds later, she stood with her skirt held above her waist while he fondled her buttocks through sheer, black nylon panties as he lectured her on the importance of punctuality.
Dianne caught her breath as she saw him slowly peel the clinging nylon down until the garment stretched across her thighs, baring her shapely buttocks, the brownish stripes of her recent caning emphasizing the whiteness of her plump cheeks.
"Your pretty ass cheeks are very cool, Brenda," he told her as he fondled them gently. "When I'm finished spanking them, they're going to be quite warm. Just a minute while I get comfortable. My cock is very hard, I'll just shift it into a more comfortable position."
He did so, sighed, then patted his thighs and told Brenda to lie across his lap with her bare bottom up. Brenda gave a little squeal, wriggled her lush behind, then went over his lap. Dianne felt her heart pounding as she stared at the shapely bottom of the woman and saw how excitingly her black garter belt and suspenders framed the whiteness of it, saw the deep valley between the well formed cheeks.
While he gave Brenda another lecture, the man kept his right hand moving over her buttocks, pausing once to run a finger the full length of the cleavage, causing her to squirm hotly, then he began spanking.
His hand rose and fell in a steady cadence, each smack sounding loud in the quiet room, the cheeks of Brenda's bottom turning pink as she sobbed and squirmed, begging for mercy in a way which told Dianne it was just a part of the game, that she didn't really want him to stop.
When he did stop, Brenda's buttocks only warm pink instead of the hot red Dianne expected to see, she was surprised and a little disappointed. The sounds and sights of the spanking had driven her wild with lust and she wanted him to keep on spanking.
When Brenda got off his lap, crying softly, her buttocks twitching, the man told her to stand with her panties where they had fallen, around her ankles, and the hem of her dress held above her waist.
"I want to admire your pretty pink ass while I deal with Dianne," he told her, then turned to the trembling woman and told him to come to him for her punishment.
Dianne sat rooted for a few seconds, then rose, her knees weak and trembling, and walked to him, her face scarlet at the thought of baring her body for spanking.
He gave her a brief lecture, then her trembling hands obeyed, catching the hem of her dress, pulling it high so that there was a band of bare skin above the waistband of her panties.
"My, how beautiful," he said with feeling as he stared at her lush thighs and the front of her sheer, white nylon panties through which he saw the bush of her mons veneris. "How appropriate too that such an excitingly beautiful young virgin should wear white. We'll discuss your virginity another time though, it is time now for me to take your little panties down, turn you over my lap and spank you. First though, I must check your ass cheeks for firmness so I'll know how hard to spank," he told her as his hands went around her and each one claimed a nether cheek. Silently, he fondled her buttocks through the sheer panties, making her squirm with passion and tremble with anticipation.
"I think I'd better go on with the spanking now," he told her. "My prick is throbbing so hard that I'm afraid I'll go off in my pants and then I won't have a bone left to fuck Brenda with. That would be a shame, her little cunt is as hot as her butt now and she does need a good fucking, among other things."
Dianne trembled and heard herself whimper as Stan caught the top of her panties and peeled them down with studied slowness, baring her tummy and the bushy triangle which covered her gently rounded mons veneris.
"How beautiful you are, Dianne," he told her, "I'm amazed that you stayed virginal so long. That will be changed soon, my dear. Not tonight, but very soon. I want to think about that while I'm spanking your lovely bare ass. Come, lie over my lap now and don't squirm too much or you'll make me blow my load. The sight and feel of your sweet ass may do that as it is."
Trembling, whimpering with arousal, Dianne lay on his lap and found that she couldn't keep from squirming as he first stared at, then began to fondle her nether cheeks, his touch wildly exciting. When he ran a long finger slowly up the valley between her perfect rounds, as he had done to Brenda, Dianne heard a loud groan and it was a second or two before she recognized it as having come from her. He spoke a little longer, Dianne not really hearing the words, then he began spanking her.
He didn't spank nearly as hard as he had spanked Brenda, but it was enough to ignite what felt like a million exciting little fires in her buttocks. The spanking hand moved around well so that it was not long before both cheeks of her bottom were a uniform pink.
"I'm almost finished," he told her as she cried softly. "Since this is your first spanking, I'm taking it easy. Five more spanks on each cheek will do just nicely, I think. Here we go."
He resumed spanking, gave her the promised five on each cheek, then, after fondling the hot rounds for a little while, he helped her to her feet, pulled her panties back into place and told her to take her dress off.
"Don't worry about my seeing you in bra and panties, dear," he told her. "Brenda is going to strip naked now and so am I. Have you ever watched a couple fucking."
"N-no."
"Well you're going to. I think you're going to enjoy it. I know Brenda and I are going to. I'll go down on her and eat her hot little cunt first, then I'm going to give her a first class fucking."
Trembling, Dianne removed her dress as the other two began undressing. She saw the man's eyes move over her body, lingering on the jutting cups of her bra, desire obvious in his stare.
When the man and woman were naked, except for the garter belt and nylons Brenda has retained, they met in a fiercely passionate embrace, their kiss wet, their bodies rubbing, then they went to the wide couch and Brenda sat on the end, sighed, then fell back, long, nylon sheathed legs going up and parting to show her crotch and the pink slash there.
Dropping to his knees, the man stared, licked his lips, then, with a groan, he sent his face into the hot crotch of the woman, drawing a broken cry from her as his hands gripped her and he began sucking noisily.
The third groan Dianne heard was her own as she watched the man's mouth and tongue working in Brenda's crotch, saw the woman squirming and writhing, then saw and heard her buck and .cry through an obviously strong orgasm.
Brenda rested for a couple of minutes, then she was moving fast as she turned and sighed, then lay on her back again, her crotch wet and hot looking as she opened it and told Stan to hurry and give it to her.
Smiling, her mounted her, stiff penis in hand. Without waiting for an invitation, Dianne moved closer, crouched and watched as the man guided his stiff organ to the woman's slit, then she saw the gash expand into a big O as the head of his penis pushed into it and he gave a little groan of desire which was matched by the woman.
In her innocence, Dianne couldn't believe that it was possible for the man to get all of his penis in so small an aperture, but she soon had to believe it when he gave a few pushes and grunts, then his organ was in Brenda right to the hilt.
He paused to rest for a few seconds, Brenda gave an impatient little cry, then he was stroking his long, hard organ in her body, the shaft of it glistening and shining with the moisture it picked up inside her body.
As she watched, her heart pounding so hard Dianne feared it would explode, she told herself that when it happened to her for the first time it would hurt her a lot, but there was no fear in her, she wanted it, told herself that if it didn't happen soon, she'd go crazy.
Stan stroked strongly for a long time, then there was a series of high pitched cries from Brenda and he rested on her, holding her while she climaxed. He let her finish the obviously strong orgasm, then began his stroking again and went on doing so until the style of his riding changed and he was giving fast short strokes, the muscles of his buttocks clenching as he pumped semen into the panting woman who gripped him with arms and legs as though wanting more and more.
"Oh Jesus, Dianne," she panted, "he's really shooting that cream into me. I can feel it right up between my tits. Oh Jesus, this is too much."
For a little while, the naked couple rested on the couch, then they got up. While Stan went to pour drinks for them, Dianne sat on the couch by her friend, her heart still pounding.
"Did any of it frighten you, dear?" Brenda asked.
"Oh no. My God, it was so exciting. I can't wait for my time to come. How soon is it going to be?"
"Probably tomorrow night. He'll tell you before we leave, but you still have some thrills to come, if I know him as well as I think I do."
"What, Brenda, what? Tell me."
"Telling would spoil the fun dear. Just stay hot and have fun."
The man returned with the drinks and they reached for them, eagerly. As they sat and sipped, they talked of the pleasures of life, Brenda and Stan doing most of the talking, Dianne listening in mounting excitement.
Arter they finished their drinks, Stan took Dianne to the couch. Taking her in his arms he drove her wild with wet, passionate kisses, the tongue that had licked so greedily in Brenda's vagina, licking around her warm mouth in the same way. Eventually, during one of their kisses, he unhooked her bra and she sighed as he let it fall away and reached for her firm, shapely breasts and fondled them gently as he told her in a heated tone how he was excited by the feel and sight of them.
As though to prove his point, he fed one after the other into his mouth and sucked them while Dianne could only groan and squirm at having her breasts sucked by a naked, exciting man.
"Did you like having your tits sucked?" he asked.
"Oh yes, I never had them sucked before," she told him. "It felt so good, like you were going to eat them right off."
"I'd never do a thing like that dear, they're so beautiful. If you think that felt good, how do you think you're going to like it when I take your panties off and suck your tender little cunt and make you come with my raspy tongue licking over your little clitoris?"
"Clitoris?"
The only reply she could manage was a little groan, so he eased her down onto the couch and slipped her panties off. Her legs were very willing as he raised and parted them, then he was sighing as he stared at her previously untouched vulva.
"Look, Brenda," he said in a husky tone as he touched the sensitive lips lightly with the tips of his fingers, "isn't that a lovely little bud?"
"Mmmmmm, yes, a lovely little passion flower, or at any rate, a passionate one."
"I think you're right, dear. Watch me lick all the pollen out of it. My tongue is going to be a big, sexy bee and it's going to rape this innocent little flower."
Strong hands gripped her, Dianne's behind jerked up off the couch, then it was pressed back down onto it as his mouth went to her vulva and pressed down hard. She gave one high pitched wail, then another as she felt an exciting tongue invading her slit, probing and lapping, driving her to heights of ecstasy which frightened her, even as they delighted her.
For a long time, his tongue just lapped around her vagina, then it zeroed in on her clitoris and caused an agonized cry to break from Dianne's throat as her naked body jerked strongly again. He tongued her sensitized, erect passion bud skillfully, then he wrapped his strong arms around her and held tightly as she writhed in wild orgasm and would have thrown herself off the couch, had he not been holding her so tightly.
When they were ready to leave, Stan called a taxi, kissed them both good night and warned them that if they were late for work the following day, they would dance a tune to the stinging music of his cane.
They arrived on time for work and again Dianne felt like anything but concentrating on her work. It was Friday and her defloration had been set for the next evening. She forced herself to work and managed to get through the day.
Saturday was even tougher even though she and Brenda shortened the day by sleeping late, then looking after the weekly marketing and cleaning the apartment. It was after five when they finished and, after bathing, chose their most provocative lingerie and sheerest nylons.
As though not wanting to waste time taking clothes off, Stan wore a silk bathrobe as he admitted them to his home. He was freshly shaved and smelled faintly of good cologne. They spent a little time chatting over a round of drinks, then he announced that to get the party underway, he would give them both a spanking. While the women removed their dresses, he took his robe off to let them see that his penis was already strongly erect, more than ready to look after the project that had been set for the evening, the disposal of Dianne's virginity.
He selected Brenda first, played with her panty clad bottom for a little while, then took her panties down and had her lie over his lap for a spanking. He gave her a very sound one and Dianne guessed that she would get a more severe one than her first had been.
As she went to him, he confirmed that in words and she found herself becoming more excited at the prospect of all that was to come. If her buttocks stung enough, she reasoned, it would perhaps blend with the pain that was to be hers when he ruptured her hymen later when he introduced her to that act which had looked so exciting when he and Brenda had performed it.
He played with her a little before he took off her panties, then he resumed playing, this time with a hand on her buttocks and the other stroking gently in a warm crotch as she stood with her feet braced well apart.
Stan kept his promise of giving her a more stinging spanking and she was soon crying as his big hand smacked delightful fires into her tender nether cheeks while she cried and kicked her lovely legs, her tummy rubbing over his naked thighs, her body rubbing at the strong penis which was soon to invade her body and open her in erotic initiation to womanhood.
Despite her crying, he went on spanking for a while before he finally stopped and helped her to her feet. A different cry escaped her as he eased her onto the couch, telling her that he was going to use his mouth and tongue first to properly prepare her vagina for his throbbing penis, telling her that it would be better if her slit were very moist and slippery. What he didn't tell her was that he intended to mouth and tongue her until she climaxed.
Dianne was still panting from the strong orgasm when she felt his body moving between her legs, gave a quick grunt as the head of his penis touched in her crotch, then she felt his guiding his organ right to her virginal slit.
Without pausing, he pushed it in, drawing a hot little groan from her as he stretched her tender opening, changing it instantly from a vertical slit to a big round O Brenda observed as she watched intently. She loved being a spectator to sexual intercourse, but this was the very first time she was witnessing the defloration of a virgin and it made her wonder how much fuss Dianne would make about it.
"Ah," the man said with satisfaction, "I can feel it now, darling, I can feel my prick pushing your cherry. It won't be long now, baby. I'll open you up quickly and let you have a really good fucking."
He caught her by surprise as the last word he spoke was accompanied by a strong lunge. There was a flash of fire deep in her belly, then she cried out loudly and he rammed his organ all the way home.
Without pausing, ignoring her cries, he began riding her. He stroked slowly, giving her a chance to feel that strong arm of muscle working in and out of her slit, hoping the sensation would help take her mind off the pain of her ruptured hymen.
It did to an extent, but the pain remained strong enough to deprive her of any hope of orgasm. The man went on pistoning his tool in the tightness of her organ until he began panting and twitching and she told herself she would soon know the feel of semen shooting up into her body from a spurting penis.
When it happened, she held him more tightly, forgetting about pain as she savored the thrilling sensation.
Less than a week later, Dianne attended her first sex party. It was held at Stan's house and there were five couples, including Brenda and her partner. Dianne began the evening as Stan's partner, but that was soon changed as the participants paired off.
It was essentially a spanking party, although she saw many sex acts being performed, including a couple of bouts of lesbian sex with two women lapping each other. That excited her and she made a silent vow to try that before too long.
With her firm young body, Dianne was the hit of the party and as she listened to people rave about her beauty, she found it hard to believe that she had ever considered herself ugly. She sensed that she never would again.
There were many high points to her evening, but the most exciting, she decided later, was when a big, attractive blonde with massive but firm buttocks, lay across her thighs while she gave her a long, stinging spanking, then presented her with a leather strap and asked for a hard strapping.
The woman bent over the back of a chair, her big buttocks arched, and Dianne almost achieved climax as she strapped the woman until her arm was too tired to permit her to go on.
In addition to the thrill of giving and taking corporal punishment, and watching others get it with palm, paddle, strap and cane, Dianne welcomed two men between her legs and delighted in the joy of sexual intercourse without pain.
She became a regular member of the spanking and sex circle and was invited to every gathering. With each outing she become more addicted to sex spanking in its many variations, and she kept meeting new people.
But one of the new men she met became more than just another member, and within two months of their meeting, she made her wildest dream come true by marryhing him.
Marriage didn't interfere with her love of those special parties, since she and he agreed even before they married that they would continue to swing. And they continued to do so, alternating between a private sex life which continues to delight, and the frequent parties at which they share their special tastes with many others.
Ask Dianne today and she will tell you that more than being the happiest and luckiest woman in the world, she is also the most beautiful. She took a strange road, but arrived at a beautiful destination.
CASE HISTORY 3
Beth
Beth had her first experience with sex when she was twelve years old. She was walking home along the narrow country road when two boys grabbed her and pulled her into the bushes. They were not from her village and she didn't know them, but she did know-she was in trouble.
While one held a hand over her mouth and they threatened to kill her if she screamed, the other took her dress off, then her panties, all she had been wearing that hot day.
One of the boys showed her a hunting knife and told her they would kill her if she made any fuss. As she stood trembling, they opened their pants and she saw a pair of erect organs.
"We're gonna have lots of fun," the older of the boys told her. "We're gonna feel you all over, your cunt and everythin', then we're both gonna fuck you."
In their excitement, the boys apparently did not hear the voices of two men walking along the road, but Beth did. Taking them by surprise while one boy crouched in an effort to pull her legs apart, she let out a piercing scream and broke free, running naked toward the road. She met the men as they ran to investigate and the boys ran and made good their escape.
It is hardly surprising that the incident left Beth with a fear of males. This was not helped by her mother who did not appear to be convinced by her daughter's story and hinted that the girl had gone into the woods willingly with the boys and had screamed only after things got out of hand.
In time, Beth pretty much got over the incident, but there was residual damage so that she was afraid to walk the country road alone and couldn't ever be comfortable in the presence of boys, not even those she knew and trusted.
Although the village was mainly a farming and fishing area, the population was boosted during the summer when tourists came to their cottages around the bay.
When she was fifteen, and quite attractive, Beth was offered a job working for one of the tourists, an attractive woman in her late thirties. Other girls who worked for the tourists had to care for families and worked hard, but with only the woman to work for, Beth felt she had scored the best job in the village. Not only did the woman offer her a better than average salary, but she told her that if she really liked her after a few weeks, she would raise her salary for the rest of the two month period for which she had rented the cottage.
The woman was neat and there was little work for Beth to do, but her employer seemed satisfied to talk and often encouraged the girl to let the work go and chat with her instead.
Cindy, as Beth had been told to call the woman, did not hesitate to dress and undress in front of the girl. She had an excellent figure and often walked nude around the house, chatting casually with the girl, smiling a lot, her voice always warm and very friendly.
On Beth's third day on the job, it was hot and Cindy suggested they go for a swim. Beth didn't have a bathing suit with her, but the woman offered to let her use one of hers. They went into the bedroom, the woman stripped and told Beth to do the same.
Beth was nervous about being naked in the woman's presence, but felt she had no choice. Cindy was very friendly and there was that promise of a raise in pay, so, blushing a little, she undressed.
"For fifteen you have quite a figure," the woman said as she looked her over, boldly. "Mmmmm, you look nice and firm too. I'll bet you're popular with boys."
Her tone sharper than she intended it to be, Beth told the woman that she refused to have anything to do with boys. Intrigued by the vehemence of her statement, Cindy probed and as they sat naked on the bed, the girl told her the story of her attack.
"You just learned about males sooner in life than most women do," Cindy told her. "I wouldn't let a man within ten feet of me, they're all filthy bastards who want what they can get from" a woman and give nothing in return. Don't change your attitude, dear and you will be happier for it."
As Cindy bent to get the suits out of a drawer of the dresser, Beth couldn't help staring at her big, smooth bottom and then at her exposed vulva. It came as a surprise to her to learn that the sight of a naked woman could excite her, but she couldn't deny that it did that.
The woman rummaged through the drawer for a long time before she turned and tossed a suit to Beth. As she did, she smiled a different smile as though she was aware what was going on within the girl.
Each was obviously aware of the other as they got into their bathing suits, but Beth saw that she was the only one trembling since the woman looked completely calm.
"You look so luscious in that suit, dear," Cindy told her with the same smile, "that I may have to protect you from any boys who see you in it. Your only problem is who's going to protect you from me. Come on, let's go."
As they left the room, the woman patted Beth on the well filled bottom of her bathing suit, her hand staying there just a fraction of a second longer than necessary.
Beth was still a little nervous when they reached the water, it was cool and she relaxed in the course of a vigorous swim. When they finished, they tried to dry off in the sun, but a slow moving cloud ruled that out so they went back to the cottage. By the time the woman and girl reached it, both felt a little cool with wet suits clinging.
"Come on to my room, dear," Cindy said, "I've got big thick towels that will soon warm us up. Let's get out of these wet suits as fast as we can," Cindy said, beginning to take hers off before they reached the room.
In the bedroom, she stepped out of it and tossed it aside as she went to a drawer for big Turkish towels and turned to the girl who was just getting out of her suit.
Beth would have taken the towel, but Cindy told her she would dry her, would rub hard and get her blood flowing to warm her up faster. She did, rubbing hard on shoulders, arms and back, becoming very gentle as she did the firm breasts of the girl, then using strength as she rubbed the towel down belly and back until she reached her mons veneris and became gentle again, her touch making the girl warmer than she had bargained for as the towel worked into her crotch and patted her vulva and inner thighs lightly, lingering, making sure that it picked up any moisture which may have strayed between the soft, pink lips.
"Isn't it nice to have someone towel you?" Cindy asked as she finished with Beth's crotch and rubbed her plump, firm buttocks briskly.
"Y-yes," the girl answered, her voice unsteady.
"Will you do me when I've finished you, dear?"
"Yes."
"There now, we're almost finished," Cindy said as she crouched to wipe Beth's feet, her eyes stealing up to her crotch as the girl raised one foot at a time, a hand resting on Cindy's shoulder, trembling a little.
"This is the first time I've seen you naked, dear," Cindy told her. "You're a very beautiful young woman."
Beth was flattered at being called a young woman, but that didn't completely explain her trembling as an excitingly strong tremor swept over her naked body and the woman got to her feet and handed her a dry towel.
As the woman had done, Beth began with back and arms, then she was drying the big breasts, wishing she were not trembling so, hoping the woman wouldn't see her nervous state.
But Cindy did see it with excitement, because she was watching for it.
"Mmmmm, you handle my breasts beautifully, Beth. Do go on, make them nice and warm. You're not afraid, are you, dear?"
"No," the girl replied and went on toweling the big, firm mounds until the woman told her to stop and move farther down. When she did, the long nipples of the woman jutted hard and firm.
"That was a lovely job of toweling, dear," Beth heard the woman say. "Look at my nipples. They love being rubbed with a rough towel, or with anything."
"Rub my ass hard." Cindy told the girl when she brought the towel there instead of into her crotch. Yes, that's the way, make those big cheeks pink and make my blood run. That's nice. I still feel a bit wet and cool in my crack. Get the towel in there," she went on as she bent a little from the waist and arched her big, smooth behind.
Beth tried to fight excitement as she rubbed the towel gently and slowly between the fleshy hills, but it was a lost cause, it was just too exciting to be ignored.
"Ooh, that was so nice, dear," Cindy sighed, "now do my crotch, it's so cold and that's an unusual state for it. Be gentle, darling, my pussy is very sensitive."
Her trembling becoming more violent, Beth sent the towel gently into the open crotch of the woman, trying to be very gentle, afraid of hurting her, yet finding it difficult since her hands trembled so. The woman's deep, warm sighs told her she was doing the job well.
"Don't worry, dear," Cindy said in a gentle voice, "there are times when a woman is entitled to be nervous. I am too, if that's any consolation. I love being dried, especially by a gentle woman. I'd never allow a man to do it to me and I'll bet you wouldn't either."
Beth didn't reply as she carefully toweled the silken inner thighs of the woman, then reached for the backs of them and worked her way down to her feet.
"Come dear," Cindy told her as she dropped the wet towel, "we'll lie on the bed and rest for a little while."
"But-but I haven't even done the lunch dishes yet," Beth protested, her voice breaking.
"Don't worry so much, dear. You've already won that raise. You did it when you toweled me so well. Did you mind having to do it?"
"Oh no," Beth said, more quickly than she'd intended.
"You're even more a woman than I suspected, Beth. I loved toweling your firm, lovely young body. After all, dear, those of us who are wise enough not to want male company, have to learn the pleasure of the female variety. I suppose you've learned that already."
They got onto the bed, Beth both nervous and very flattered at being treated like an equal by the woman, so poised and sophisticated.
As they lay side by side, Cindy ensured that they brushed together often enough to keep excitement warm, rising gradually, as she guided the conversation, warm tones making her words even more exciting.
The woman talked about the differences between rural and city life, turned on her side to face the girl, a breast brushing slowly over her right arm. Touches that had been casual, seemingly accidental, became a little bolder until the skilled lesbian was confident the girl was ready, then her right hand went to a firm young breast and drew a low cry from the girl as it caressed.
"As I was saying, Beth, who needs ugly men when two women can be so gentle and so understanding of the needs of each other. It can feel so good when a woman touches the breasts of another, women are gentle, they know what a woman wants. Tell the truth, it does feel nice, doesn't it?"
"Ye-es," Beth replied with a little sigh as she felt a nipple hardening under the gentle touch of the hand.
"We can both feel a whole lot nicer, dear, if you just relax and let your body have its way. It's very strange, but the body knows what it wants even when a confused mind tries to interfere. I know all about it, dear. You see, when a woman wisely rejects men, there are still needs in her body and she has to leam about them and what to do. Relax now, I'll make it feel even better."
Licking her lips, Cindy moved over the girl and then her open mouth was on a breast, kissing, her tongue licking slowly over the aroused nipple, then she was sucking a firm young breast into her mouth. She sucked for a long time as Beth sighed and groaned, her mind telling her to resist and her body telling it to shut up and stop interfering in what felt so exciting.
"I'd love to suck your other lovely breast, dear," the woman told her in a husky whisper. "Are you going to bring it to my mouth? Yes, dear, hold it and feed it to my mouth as a sign that you want me to suck it. Oh yes, that's the way. How beautiful you look offering me your sweet breast, your lovely firm, silken tit."
Cindy stopped talking as she closed her mouth over the fleshy offering and sucked it with exciting greed, the naked girl squirming under her in passion that was not to be controlled, that there was going to be no effort to control.
"Sucking a breast can be so exciting, Beth. Have you ever done it?"
"No."
"I adore having mine sucked. Want to find out if you like it or not?" Cindy asked as she cupped a big, silky looking breast and squeezed it, thrillingly.
Not waiting for a reply, she delivered it to Beth and trembled as the girl's mouth opened and she gave it to her, pushing it in until her mouth was filled with a thrilling gift of flesh.
"Ooh, baby, you suck tit like an angel. I never dreamed an innocent country girl could be so good. Yes, baby, suck hard, oh yes, I can feel that sucking all the way down to my crotch. You're all woman, Beth darling."
The thrill of sucking the mature breast and the hot excitement of the flattering words drove the girl wild as gentle hands rubbed over her smooth back until one found a delightfully firm, silken buttock and played with it.
"Exciting, isn't it?" Cindy asked, her eyes bright with passion as she squeezed the breast she took from the girl's mouth and showed her the hard, wet nipples.
"Oh yes, Cindy," Beth replied, her tone containing a groan of passion, all of it, everything.
And this is only the beginning, darling," Cindy told her as a hand rubbed slowly down over Beth's warm tummy. "You're right on the threshold of real womanhood. I'll open the door now and welcome you in. You want it, don't you, darling? I can feel desire in your lovely body and I know just what to do about it."
Cindy's hand rubbed the firm mons veneris and then the tips of her fingers pushed between the closed thighs which opened as though with a mind of their own.
"Wonderful, Beth," Cindy told her as her hand moved slowly into her crotch. "When you opened your thighs to let my hand in, that was the instinctive move of a woman, a real woman. Get ready for the greatest thrill you've ever known or even dreamed of," Cindy told her, then her hand pressed down on the soft, warm vulva and began to rub slowly, excitingly as Beth's body jerked and a hot cry of passion broke from her throat.
Until that point, the seduction had been easy for Cindy, after that it became easier and more thrilling, for both of them. Skilled fingers parted soft labia, a long one probed a moist, hot vagina, then drew in an excitingly slow motion upward until it found the clitoris, touching lightly, making Beth's bottom jerk up as a broken cry tore from her throat. The finger went on rubbing the passion bud slowly, until Cindy felt strong tremors in the girl which indicated that climax was not far away.
At that point, she groaned and moved down on the bed. A second later, her mouth was in the warm crotch of the trembling girl, her tongue licking where a long finger had been stroking with the same exciting effect.
Orgasm came very quickly for Beth and it was very strong, deliciously shattering, leaving her floating in an ecstasy that was all new and so comforting that she wanted to cry without knowing why.
"Oh, sweet darling," Cindy groaned after she had held the girl tightly for a little while, "I've fixed you up well, but I'm going crazy with desire. Please put your hand in my crotch and rub me a little. I'll go out of my mind unless something happens to make me relax."
Without hesitating, Beth hurried her hand to the open crotch and savored the warmth of the soft vulva.
"Ooh, Cindy," the girl sighed, "I've never touched one before. It's so exciting."
As she whispered the words, Beth began to rub over the soft warmth and she felt her heart pounding wildly. She sensed that the woman wanted her to do what she had done, wanted to do it herself, but wasn't sure she could.
"Oh Beth, my darling," Cindy sighed, "I'd love it so if you would kiss my tingling cunt with your sweet lips. You don't have to do more than that if you don't want to."
Put that way, Beth had no choice, she couldn't hurt the exciting woman by refusing. She watched as the wide, warm crotch opened wider, stared trembling at the lovely pink center, then, licking her lips, she approached with her heart seeming to pound in-her throat.
There was a faint perfume wafting from the hot core of the woman, she paused, inhaled, then pressed her lips lightly to the softer lips there. At the touch, tremors tore through her body and pure instinct drove her. With both hands gripping the woman tightly, her mouth pressed hard on the soft organ and then she was sucking greedily as the woman sighed and groaned, her naked body writhing in an abandon of lust.
Without having to be told, Beth slipped her tongue into the moist slit and found more moisture in the more than warm interior. After a little probing, she looked for the woman's clitoris, licked high in her slit until she found it, then she was lapping it with so exciting a touch that it was as though she had performed the erotic act many times before.
Her ministrations drove the panting, sweating woman to the heights of passion, then one more lick on her highly sensitized clitoris did the trick and rocketed her into magnificent orgasm.
Having been so joyously led to the Isle of Lesbos, Beth didn't want to stop, so later that day, she went to her home and told her mother that Cindy wasn't feeling well and wanted her to stay the night with her.
When she returned to the cottage, Beth found the woman wearing a smile, matching black bra and panties, a garter belt, sheer nylons and high heels which were flattering to her shapely legs.
At the woman's suggestion, Beth quickly stripped, then they were embracing, passion mounting hotly with their fierce kisses and the rubbing of their bodies.
They went to the bedroom where Cindy kept bra and panties on while they played for a while, then removed her bra and they resumed the game of fondling and sucking breasts, a game at which Beth had become very adept and one which she played with erotic enthusiasm which matched that of the woman.
They played other games which involved the parting of smooth thighs, and when Cindy finally took her sheer panties off, they giggled together about the moisture in the crotch of them. She opened her legs again and the girl sought out the source of that moisture.
When neither could wait any longer for the main event, Cindy guided the trembling girl into position and showed her how each could fit her mouth to the vulva of the other so that they could bring ecstasy to each other at the same time and in the same way.
The following day, Cindy went with Beth to see her mother. Telling the woman that she was nervous about sleeping in 'the cottage, she asked and received permission for the girl to live with her during the rest of her stay.
But like all good things, the summer ended and Cindy went away. There was a tearful scene the night before her departure, especially on Beth's part, but it had to be and she accepted the loss of the woman.
She missed her for a while after that, used her finger to meet the familiar need which churned often in her crotch, then gradually got over the loss that had hurt so much for the first couple of weeks.
Beth thought of trying to find some woman or girl in the village to renew the thrills she had found with Cindy, but she soon gave up that thought. In so small a village, word traveled fast and one mistake on her part and it would be general news in the village in a matter of hours.
She returned to school, concentrated on studying and became a better student than ever before, delighting her teachers,' her parents and herself by leading her class in almost every subject. She was determined to escape the quiet life of the village and wanted to be well prepared when she went to the city to make a new life for herself.
Dreams of lesbianism haunted her less and less often. She told herself it had been fun, but that if she allowed herself to get hooked on it, it would rule out any chance of her finding a normal life as a wife and mother. There was a clash of interest in her mind in that she was not a bit anxious to have a husband, but she did want babies.
By the time she went to the city at the age of seventeen, Beth had pretty much decided that one day, she would find a man who was gentle and sensitive, like a woman, and that she would fall in love with him, would marry and have two or three children. Other women could enjoy having sex with men, she reasoned, so there should be no reason why she couldn't do the same and even find pleasure in what she called normal sex, as opposed to the lesbian variety.
In the city, Beth found a reasonably good job and rented a simple, inexpensive apartment. It wasn't easy to make ends meet on her salary, but there was the thrill of living on her own in a big city, being free to come and go as she chose..
With her sunny disposition and her readiness to smile and laugh, she made friends easily with other girls. When one invited her to go out on a double date with her, Beth hesitated, then told herself it was time to get over her silly fear of males and act the way other girls did. She told herself too that city men were probably more sophisticated than the country boys she had known and that dating them would be fun.
They went to an apartment rented by one of the men and they chatted and drank, then began necking. Beth slowed her date down when he would have reached right for her crotch, and he seemed to accept her decision, settling for fondling her breasts through her blouse and keeping his hand from passing beyond the tops of her nylons.
His kisses and touches were exciting and she had to warn herself to stay under control. She told herself that the presence of the other couple would insure that things did not get out of hand, then she almost cried out in terror as she looked over her man's shoulder to see that her girlfriend's panties had been pulled down, her dress hem hiked up and the young man was rubbing in her crotch while she sighed and squirmed.
"Excuse us," her friend said with a little giggle as she and her date got up, "we're going to take a little-uh-walk. Still giggling, she led the young man into her bedroom and closed the door behind them.
Beth's date took that as a signal to step up the attack. Before she could stop him, his hand was in her crotch, when she tried to squirm away, the hand grabbed roughly, hurting her.
The youth was puzzled, having been so confident he was going to make out with her since his friend had told him his date was a sure lay. He turned off his anger as he seemed to decide that he could still take her into it, but Beth was adamant, telling him she was a virgin.
"Listen," he said, "hear the bedsprings squeaking. They're bare naked in there and fucking. Hear her squeal while he feeds his hard dick up her twat. Don't be such a dope, we could be having as much fun. as they are."
When his continued urgings had no effect on Beth, he decided to use a little force. Pushing her down on the couch, he tried to strip her panties off and Beth began screaming.
Her friend ran naked into the room to find out what was going on and the young man let Beth get up. After a short, angry discussion, in which her girl friend scolded her for being such a dumb kid, Beth prepared to leave the apartment. Before she could get out, she heard her girl friend invite the young man into her bedroom, telling him she would make up for her stupid friend and would take care of him.
Outside the apartment door, Beth wiped her eyes, trembling with fear which was replaced by revulsion as she thought of the girl, naked in bed with two men, doing whatever they wanted. She thought in contrast of how clean and beautiful and gentle it had been with her woman friend in the cottage.
Over the next couple of days, Beth suffered pangs of torture. She heard other girls whispering and giggling and knew she was the subject, knew her friend had told about her childish behavior at the apartment. On pay day, able to stand it no longer, she took her pay and didn't go back to the office.
Beth was surprised when, on Monday evening, she answered a knock on her apartment door and saw Fran, her former office manager standing there. Fran was a stern boss, but there was a suggestion of warmth about her as well. The other girls in the office hated her, but Beth had never felt that way about the woman. For all her sternness, she reminded her of Cindy in a way and Beth felt that, given a chance, she could even like the woman.
"May I come in and chat, dear?" Fran asked with a smile, something she had rarely seen the woman do in the office.
"Oh-of course," Beth said, nervously, waiting for the woman to scold her for not having appeared at work.
Fran was a big woman, standing about five-ten, her body big and firm looking without appearing to be fat. As she sat on a chair, she crossed big, perfectly shaped legs and Beth got a glimpse of expanded nylon tops which sent a surprising tremor of excitement through her.
"Are you coming back to work, Beth?" she asked with a trace of a smile, a look of understanding on her face.
"No. I can't. I couldn't go back. I'm sorry, it was wrong of me not to give notice, but I couldn't face them, not one more day."
"I understand, dear," Fran told her and patted the couch beside her in invitation. Nervously, Beth sat on the couch, not too close to her. "That dirty little slut has been talking, as you know. She thought you were a square for not letting the guy get into your pants, she's very proud of herself for having fucked the two of them. She's a bitch in heat and hasn't sense enough to keep her dirty mouth shut. The first chance I get, I'm going to tire her."
"You don't have to do that, Fran. I don't care now."
"What are you going to do about a job, Beth? Have you any plans?"
"No. I tried a few places today. Some of them wanted references. I'll find something."
"I have a friend who'll give you a job, dear. I'll call her this evening. You're a good worker and you'll fit in well there. You may even make a little more money."
"Thank you, Fran, but why are you doing this for me. You could be mad at me for just walking out like I did."
"I could be, but I'm not. We're some distance apart in age, dear. Let's see, you're eighteen and I'm thirty-eight, but we have a lot in common, I've got more in common with you than with those bitches who can think of nothing but cock and balls." Fran spoke with such venom that Beth was startled. "You know about men, Beth, I can sense it. You know how they treat women and you don't like it. Right?"
"Yes. He was like, an animal. It almost made me vomit when he was tearing at my panties. There was nothing gentle or exciting about it. Not like with a . . . " she stopped herself just in time, Beth thought, her hand going to her mouth to make sure the next word didn't slip out.
"You're so very right, dear," Fran told her in a tone that was both husky and gentle, "not like a woman. You've tried gentle woman love, Beth and I can tell you liked it. Why did you give up and let a male get close to you?"
Beth's eyes went wide with surprise and for a moment, she thought she was going to cry, then she brought herself a little more under control.
"I don't know how you can tell, Fran, but it's true."
"I couldn't really tell at all, dear, I only guessed," the woman told her. "Tell me about it, I can help, dear."
Nervously at first, then with growing ease, Beth told the story of her life, the near rape by the two boys, then her affair with Cindy and how she had enjoyed lesbian sex.
"When I came to the city, I decided I wanted the more normal life of being a wife and mother. I promised myself I wouldn't do it with women again, that I'd find some nice man and get married and have children like other women."
"If you ever find a nice man, dear," Fran said with a teasing grin, "let me know. We'll have him stuffed and we can send him to the Smithsonian Institute."
"But there must be some," Beth protested, weakly.
"I suppose there are a few in the world, Beth," Fran conceded, "but they're damn rare. A young woman would be a fool to buck the odds. You want kids? There are at least a dozen women in our office who have kids. They were full of the same romantic notions you are. They got married, got knocked up, then their husbands got tired of their big bellies and went looking for some slim chicks to screw. Sure they got their kids, but now they have to work to support them, then go home at night and wash shitty diapers, get up in the night when they cry, get a few hours sleep then get back to work in the morning. It's a great life. Is that what you want?"
"I don't know, Fran, I just don't know anymore. Why does life have to be so cruel and ugly?"
"It doesn't have to be, dear," Fran told her as she bathed her with a warm smile. "Once a woman has learned what it's all about, what men want and don't want, once they learn the alternatives, life can be as beautiful as a woman wants to make it. When she taught you about woman love, it was beautiful, wasn't it, Beth?"
"Yes."
"It's the only way for a sensitive woman, dear," Fran told her, then crossed one shapely leg over the other and slowly pulled the hem of her dress over the top of a sheer nylon. The top expanded in a caress of a smooth, very firm looking thigh, the skin above was white and flawless and Beth wanted to put a hand on it.
Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the woman's arm move behind her and around her waist, drawing her closer.
"Put your hand on my thigh, dear," Fran told her in a whisper, "but only if you want to. It's so firm and smooth, I think you will like the feel of my thigh. I know I'd love to feel your smooth hand on it."
More than anything in the world, Beth wanted to. Her hand trembled as she put it on the big thigh with a little sigh and felt the firmness of the flesh just below the expanded top. She gave a squeeze, then her hand moved higher, squeezed again as they both sighed, then the hand hurried higher to the bare skin and her whole body trembled at the touch as the woman let her know with another deep sigh how much she enjoyed what was happening and how she wanted more.
Through misty eyes, Beth looked at the woman and saw the face coming slowly toward hers. Her tongue licked over her lips which parted slightly for the kiss Fran was bringing her. Their arms tightened around each other and they fell back on the couch in a passionate embrace. As though afraid of crushing the smaller young woman, Fran rolled them over so that Beth lay atop her, her aroused body rubbing hotly as their wet mouths mashed.
In the course of their kiss, Beth felt a strong but very gentle hand moving slowly up the back of one thigh. Had the hand belonged to a man, she told herself, there would have been roughness involved, but because it was the hand of a gentle, loving woman, she loved the feel and squirmed as it kept rising, dragging her skirt with it, until it was rubbing lovingly over her panty clad buttocks and she felt fires of lust raging in her hot crotch.
"Shall we go to the bedroom and undress now, my dear?" Fran asked, smiling up into Beth's lovely face. "Couches are fine for getting started, but a bed does offer more room to play" As she talked, her hand on Beth's bottom kept rubbing and fondling with the same exciting effect.
"Yes, Fran. Your body looks so big and firm and beautiful. I'm dying to see you naked and to be nude with you."
"That makes two of us, darling. Up we get now."
They got off the couch and walked to the bedroom, Beth's hand feeling small and so comfortable in Fran's.
"Let me take your dress off, Beth," Fran said and reached to unfasten the top of it as they stood beside the girl's neatly made bed. "I'd love to do it.
Beth only sighed in reply and the dress was opened and gently pulled down to her waist. Fran blinked at the sight of the firmly jutting bra cups and her right hand caught one and held it gently as Beth sighed again and licked her lips which had become dry with passion.
"They must be positive works of art, darling," Fran told her. "I'll handle them that way when you are naked in my arms."
With a little effort, she pushed the dress down over firm hips, then helped the girl step out of it, trembling with arousal at what she saw through and a-round the briefly cut, sheer nylon panties which covered very little and hid even less.
Fran looked as though she was very anxious to fondle the partially naked girl, but she forced herself to wait as she hurriedly got out of her dress. Under it, she was clad as Beth was, in black lingerie. Despite the fullness of her buttocks, she wore only a garter belt rather than the girdle which would have been more appropriate.
"My god, you're beautiful, Fran," Beth told her. "like a beautiful big Amazon. That's the most exciting body I've ever seen."
"And yours is by far the most beautiful body I've ever seen or ever will see. Come darling, let's get our bodies together."
They moved to meet each other and then not only their bodies were pressed together, but their lips as well as they shared a passionate kiss during which each rubbed the firm bottom of the other. While Beth's buttocks were perfect rounds, Fran's were firm semi-ovals and thrilling to the touch.
When Beth felt the woman unhooking her bra, her arms went behind the woman and she did the same. At the same moment, both bras were taken off and each stared hotly at the breasts of the other.
"I'm hungry for those luscious tits of yours, dear," Fran said as she stared, licking her lips, "but let's get out of our panties first and get onto the bed. After that, we won't have to stop to take anything off. Once I get on that bed with you, I won't want to stop for anything, even if the building catches fire."
"The way I feel now," Beth told her with a nervous little giggle as she pushed her panties down and watched the mature woman do the same, "it may catch on fire yet. Oh Jesus, I'm so hot. I've never been this hot in my life."
"Think of how hot you're going to be, darling, I'm not even started yet," Fran told her as she tossed her panties away and took the trembling girl to the bed.
As they moved into an erotic, full length embrace, Fran pressed one thigh between Beth's and felt the firm young body trembling and jerking against her. They were well matched in their state of arousal and both knew the meeting would be sensational.
As they squirmed on the bed, each had a thigh warmly in the crotch of the other. When Fran began moving in a riding motion, Beth did the same. Riding was something Cindy had never taught her, but she learned fast as the two bodies began to take on a film of perspiration.
"Keep riding, baby," Fran whispered, "I'm getting nice and close. It won't be long now."
"Me too," Beth panted, "I didn't know women could do it this way."
With orgasm threatening both of them, they stopped trying to talk and went on riding until first Beth, then Fran went into panting, groaning climax and their thighs stopped rubbing, each invading one pressing against the warm vulva of the other.
"Was that really your first experience at riding?" Fran asked, later.
"Yes. It was great. Oh Fran, how wonderful you are. What a thrilling come you gave me."
"You were pretty great yourself, darling," Fran told her. "I think I can teach you quite a few little tricks. I know I'm going to enjoy playing teacher.
"Oh yes, and I promise to be a very good student. If I'm not, you can keep me in after school."
"I may keep you forever, you little angel," Fran said as she pushed a hand into Beth's warm crotch, slipped an arm under her shoulders and sucked a very generous portion of firm young breast into her mouth. For a while after that, Beth had to do all the talking and all the sighing as Fran kept her mouth filled and went on sucking greedily until the girl groaned that her nipple was raw. By way of relief, Fran released the breast and claimed the other with her mouth.
"Let me suck yours," Beth begged, panting, "they're so nice and big."
"Of course, baby," Fran told her. "Just lie back and open your mouth, Mummy will feed you some nice warm tittie."
Bending over the girl, Fran cupped her right breast with her right hand and played with it, teasing Beth who kept licking her lips in anticipation. Lowering herself a little, Fran teased some more, rubbing the nipple over Beth's moist lips, panting with lust, then groaning with desire as she pushed the melon-like breast into a greedy mouth, continuing to push even after Beth's mouth was more than filled, pressing down hard as she urged the girl to suck.
Beth sucked greedily for a long time, then surprised the woman with her strength as she rolled her onto her back and bent over her. She brought her mouth back to a big breast, but instead of sucking it, she poured warm saliva over it until the fleshy balloon was wet all over. With both hands, she rubbed the moisture and felt the massive melon slip so easily under her rubbing hands.
"I hope you didn't mind, Fran," Beth told her, "but I suddenly wanted to make it all wet like that. I never did it before."
"Mind? You have to be kidding, darling. Make my other tit wet the same way. Did you ever shower with a woman and rub rich lather all over her tits?"
"No, but it sounds great. May I do it later?"
"Angel, you may do anything you want later. I have an idea we're going to set a new world record, maybe an Olympic record too. You're a natural, dear, we're probably going to set the world of fire."
Drawing more saliva into her mouth, Beth moved across the woman, held her mouth just on the nipple of her other breast, then bathed it wetly and very warmly with the juice of her mouth, then rubbed the excitingly stickly fluid with both hands, the breast being more than big enough to require two hands to do justice to it.
The stimulation of breasts was such that for both woman and girl, it demanded action elsewhere. Fran was first to mention it, but she found eager agreement from Beth.
"Shall we do it to each other at the same time?" Beth asked, the same eager note in her tone.
"That sounds like fun for a start," the woman agreed. "Later, we can take turns until our tongues wear out."
"Ooh, I like you," Beth sighed, "you're so greedy."
Both laughed, then as they turned on the bed, there was no mood for laughter. Thighs parted and faced invaded with erotic fervor as hands rubbed lovingly over silken skin and sighs were loud at first, then became muffled.
As she greedily lapped the organ of the woman who did the same to her, Beth told herself she was through with searching for the right path in life, this was it and she wanted to try no others. She sensed that Fran too considered it more than a one time thing, that the magic they were experiencing then would be maintained, magnified and would continue to blossom indefinitely.
And it did. Their night of love was only the beginning of many years of a shared love, one which would be scorned and condemned by many segments of society, but then again, neither Beth or Fran would be terribly concerned by that. They have each other, they have their love and they have their own rules by which they conduct their lives, rules with deal with love and consideration and tenderness toward each other, rules which would not permit them to cause harm to others nor to interfere with the lives of others.
Not really such a bad way of life when one stops to think about it.
CASE HISTORY 4
Debbie
By the age of fourteen, Debbie had a rough general knowledge of sex and a normal interest in it. One of the first things she had learned was that if a girl allowed a boy to "do things" to her, she could become pregnant. In time, she learned what "do things" meant, and she often lay on her bed with her nightie pulled up and simulated the act with her finger.
It felt naughty and nice, and had it not been for fear of pregnancy, she would have found some boy to do it to her with the real thing.
As her breasts developed, they too became exciting playthings. She liked to stand naked in front of her mirror and fondle them. The nipples were sensitive and she could make herself weak with excitement by tweaking them between finger and thumb, and by rubbing the palms of her hands over then after she had sensitized them to the point where they almost hurt.
After playing with her breasts for a while, Debbie would stand with her feet apart and slip a finger into her slit.
What used to be just a fun thing to do had been much more than that since she'd discovered that by fingering her clitoris she could induce orgasm, lovely strong orgasm which caused her to tremble and sweat and made her knees weak. She did it often and the reward was always thrilling.
Shortly before the end of the school term, Debbie's mother asked her if she would like to spend the Summer in the country, at the farm of her aunt and uncle. It meant being away from her friends, but it also meant swimming and horseback riding, more than enough to sell her on the idea.
Debbie knew that her aunt was ill and that she would have to do the housework, but that didn't bother her. In fact, she liked her uncle Clyde a lot and the thought of keeping house for him made her feel more mature, less a gawky girl.
On the appointed day, her parents drove her the two hundred miles to the farm and she threw her arms around her favorite uncle when she met him. He hugged her tightly and she felt a sudden urge to get to her room and do her thing with her finger rubbing her clitoris.
Before she could do that though, she had to pay a courtesy call on her aunt, a tired, very old looking woman, Debbie thought, despite the fact that, like her husband, she was only in her mid-forties.
Her parents left to return home after an early dinner and uncle Clyde helped Debbie with the dishes. They chatted pleasantly and he kept asking her about boyfriends and necking, even after she told him that her parents didn't allow her to date.
After dinner, they sat listening to the radio and chatting. When the man reminded Debbie that when she was a little girl, she used to sit on his lap, she giggled and threw herself on his lap and he hugged her in a way which excited her.
A little later, she was surprised and disappointed when he told her to get up. As she did, she felt a hard lump in his pants and, from her knowledge of sex, guessed that his penis was erect. Since that meant the man was sexually excited, she reasoned, it must have happened as a result of her sitting on his lap.
That excited her, wildly, and as soon as she reached her bedroom, she stripped naked. She reached for her nightie, then changed her mind and tossed it onto the chair beside her bed.
Getting into bed naked, she felt terribly naughty, then increased that feeling as she fondled a breast with her left hand while her right rubbed down her tummy until it reached her crotch. She decided on one fast orgasm, to get things started, then as many slow, relaxed ones as she wanted. While her finger stroked her clitoris, she tried to picture her uncle sitting naked, with her also nude, sitting on his lap and feeling his big, hard rod.
Her first orgasm was good and she was about to get started on the second when she heard a light knock and, taking her finger out of her slit, she called for him to come in.
Her uncle was wearing a robe and smiled as he told her he had just come to say goodnight. As he sat on the edge of the bed, he spotted her nightie on the chair and smilingly told her she was a naughty girl for sleeping in the nude.
"I always sleep that way too," he told her when she giggled, "even though you aunt doesn't like it. I think she's afraid something will reach out and bite her."
Debbie giggled with glee and her uncle winked as she told him he was the naughty one. He bent and kissed her on the cheek and said goodnight. As she replied, Debbie turned over and he saw the outline of her buttocks under the sheet which covered her.
He patted them lightly, allowing his hand to stay a second before getting up and walking from the room. The touch of his hand on her bottom further stimulated her and she turned over onto her back and hurried one hand into her crotch. While she masturbated, she recalled the feel of his hand patting her bottom and thought of him sleeping in the nude. She wondered whether he was playing with himself as she was doing.
When Debbie dressed the next morning, she recalled that her uncle seemed to be interested in her bottom, so she wore a pair of pants that were much too tight. At first she thought of wearing them without panties, then changed her mind. Through the tightly clinging fabric, she reasoned, he would be able to see the outline of her little panties and that should be even more exciting.
She met her uncle in the kitchen and when he smiled and scolded her for wearing such tight pants, she turned and giggled as she wriggled her plump posterior for him.
After breakfast, she went out with her uncle to help with chores around the barn. Debbie knew he kept stealing glimpses of her bottom and thighs in the clinging pants, and she became more and more excited.
At one point, when he bent, his back turned to her, Debbie impulsively bent and pressed her bottom against his, giggling, then moving away.
"Damn you, Debbie," he told her with a forced grin, "you're going to have me attacking the sheep if you keep teasing me like this."
"I don't understand, Uncle Clyde. I have a feeling you mean something naughty. Please explain it to me."
He started to refuse, then a strange look came over his face, a look which added to Debbie's sexual arousal.
"Come on, Uncle Clyde, tell me. We're friends, aren't we?"
"Well, I really shouldn't, but if you swear you will never tell a soul, I guess I could."
"I swear it, honest."
"Okay. Well, you see, farming can be a lonely life and farmers are surrounded by sex all the time. They see animals mating and it can be pretty exciting. Have you ever seen animals having sex?"
"Just dogs and that sure is exciting."
"Right. Imagine then how it would be to watch a beautiful stallion and a mare. He sniffs around her crotch, then this great long pole slides out. After he mounts her, he shoots it right into her and really stretches her-uh-thing."
Ooh, Uncle," she squealed, "this is so exciting. Say the word. Tell me what he stretches. Say it."
"He rams that big prick up her cunt and stretches her wide open," he said, perspiration trickling down his face.
"Ooohhh, Uncle, this is so exciting. Could you arrange for a couple of horses to fuck and let me watch?"
"I'll see what can be worked out, dear."
"Now tell me about attacking the sheep."
"Well, when a farmer gets terribly horny and there isn't a woman around, he has to do something. He could take his cock in his hand and jerk himself off, you know about that, I suppose"
"Sort of, but I never saw anyone doing it. My girl friend told me her brother sometimes does it for her and lets her watch. To pay for it, she has to take down her panties and let him see and feel her ass and her . . . cunt, and everything."
"That's right, dear. A sheep has a nice, tight little cunt, just like a woman, better than some. I'd much rather fuck a nice sheep than your aunt. Of course we won't mention that to her, will we?" he grinned.
"Ooh, Uncle," she sighed, squirming, "tell me what it's like. Describe it to me. Don't skip a thing."
"I will, Debbie, but you'll have to stand right her beside me so I can feel your lovely ass in those tight pants."
Without pausing, she got to her feet and went to stand beside him. His right hand moved to the seat of her pants and rubbed lovingly, patting and squeezing a firm, exciting cheek as she purred and kept her bottom swaying against his hand.
"That feels nice, Uncle Clyde. Tell me all about fucking a sheep."
"Well, I usually bring her in here and tie her on that little platform there. That way, she's just the right height so that when I stand behind her, I shove my cock right into her little cunt."
"Tell me more, right from the start," she urged.
"Well, when I've got her tied up, I strip naked. My cock is hard then and I play with it a little just to get hornier, then I play with her cunt and slip a finger into it and wriggle it around. She doesn't like having her cunt played with and she makes a bit of a fuss, but not much.
"I get the head of my cock right on her cunt and rub it a little, then, when I can't stand waiting any longer, I push the head in. That usually makes her cry, because she doesn't get that big a cock in her when she gets fucked the regular way. Once the head is in, I take a firm grip on her with both hands, then slowly push my prick all the way into her. Most of them really cry then and that makes it more exciting. I just let my prick soak in her cunt for a while, then I start fucking her, nice and slow so it will last as long as I can make it last.
"When it gets close to the end, I fuck faster and then I go off in her cunt and really shoot my cream to her. Jesus, it's great."
"Oh uncle, I'm going crazy. I'm so hot. I've got to go to my room and do something."
"So do I, dear," he told her as he drew her closer and fondled her buttocks with both hands, "but we don't have to go anywhere to do it. I could take my pants off and jerk myself off and you could take yours down and do it with your finger. I've fingered a few women, but I never watched one doing it. Come on, it will be a lot of fun watching each other. Have you ever seen a cock, a man's big, hard one?"
"No," she gasped, her eyes shining.
"Mine is terribly big and hard right now. Would you like to see it and my big balls?"
"Oh yes, yes," she panted as he got to his feet, opened the front of his pants and pushed them and his shorts down, his rampant penis seeming to leap out at her.
"Oh Uncle, I never dreamed a prick could be that big. Can it really fit into a woman's little cunt?"
"It really can, dear, and I'd love to show you how, but that's out of the question. Want to take it in your hand and feel it?"
Debbie very much wanted to and she used both her hands to explore it, marveling at the velvet feel of the swollen head and the hardness of the long shaft. After that, she used one hand to heft his big, hairy sac, being very gentle with it.
"That's where a man stores his cream, isn't it?" she asked, proud of her knowledge of sexual functions of the male.
"That's right, Debbie and right now it feels very full. When I jerk off, I'll shoot damn near right across the barn. Now, I'll take those pants of yours down and have a look at your beautiful ass and your little cunt. You're not afraid are you?"
"No, Uncle Clyde. I like you and trust you. I know you wouldn't hurt me or do anything to make me pregnant."
"That's right dear," he told her as he worked the tight pants down over her hips, telling her to try to keep her panties up so that he could take them down later.
"When your aunt was young and good looking, I used to have her stand while I sat on the edge of the bed to take her panties off. I'd pull them down real slow and feel her ass cheeks and her warm little cunt for a long time. She used to get so horny she'd almost come while I played with her. Sometimes I would slip my finger up her cunt and make her come that way, it was really fun. I love to finger a woman's cunt and make her squirm and come. Did you ever let anyone finger yours? Some girl, maybe?"
"No, but it sounds so exciting," she replied, then groaned hotly as he pushed the pants well down her firm thighs until they were at her knees.
"Oh Debbie," he panted, "you look so sweet in your pretty little panties. "Mnnnn, Jesus this feels great," he said, his voice breaking as he rubbed through her brief, nylon panties, delighting in the silken feel of her skin and the firmness of her buttocks, then he pushed a hand between her thighs and she opened her legs as widely as her pants would permit so that Clyde could rub the warm crotch of her panties.
"Ooh, Uncle," she sighed, "that's the first time anybody ever felt in my crotch. It feels so good, even through my panties."
"It feels good to me too, dear, but it will feel a lot better later, after I take your panties down and my hand is right on your little pink pussycat. I'll bet you have the sweetest little cunt in the world."
He continued making her squirm, one hand rubbing in her crotch, the other over her buttocks, then he told her he was going to take her panties down and she made a little sound which was both a sigh and groan of passion.
Clyde drew the trembling girl closer to him as he peeled her little panties down very slowly. When they were only half way down, he paused to nib the exposed portion of mons veneris and creamy white buttocks, then he resumed lowering them until he allowed them to fall over her lowered pants.
Wrapping his arms around her, he rubbed his face over her tummy, then turned her and rubbed it on her buttocks before he began kissing and licking the lovely, silken cheeks.
"Tell me if you like this, dear," he told her and turned her, told her to bend a little, then slowly licked up and down the valley of her behind.
"There, did you like the feel of my tongue licking in your sweet little crack?" he asked, panting, his hard organ throbbing.
"Oh yes. I didn't know people did that. It was so exciting. Ooh, Clyde, do it again."
"Yes, dear, bend a little farther this time and I'll tongue your pretty little ass hole. You have a sweet little pink one. I'll give it an exciting licking for you."
The girl bent over, he gripped her by both hips and pressed his face between her buttocks. He tongued her anus for a long time until she seemed to be crying.
"Oh Uncle," she groaned, "I've got to do it, I can't stand it."
"Here, dear," he told her as he stood behind the girl and pulled her smooth bottom back against him, a strong, hard penis pressed vertically in the valley between her lush cheeks, "I'll do it for you."
His right hand rubbed her mons veneris, then went to her warm slit which was already a little moist. He sent a finger between the soft lips, probed for a few seconds, then it was rubbing gently on her clitoris as her lovely behind rubbed back against him, threatening to make him lose his powerful charge.
It seemed like only seconds later that she panted the message that she was about to climax. He gave her tender clitoris a few more rubs, then she was rubbing and bumping against him as she climaxed fiercely with much panting and grunting.
"Ooohhhh, what a beautiful come," the girl sighed and rubbed a hand gently through her wet crotch. "That was the most exciting thing that ever happened to me in my whole life."
"There'll be a lot more exciting things, dear," he told her. "Just think of it, we've got the whole, long Summer ahead to play sex games. We'll do all sorts of exciting things, everything except fuck. We mustn't do that."
"Will you show me how to do it to you, Uncle? You know, how to pull your cock and make it shoot cream."
With a smile, he guided her right hand to the shaft of his organ and groaned as it tightened there. He guided her hand through the first slow strokes, then let her do it herself, reminding her to keep the hand moving very slowly.
Debbie felt the strong organ throbbing and new flames of desire leaped in her loins. When he panted that he was ready to shoot, she slowed the motion of her masturbating hand and stared at the head, and the tiny hole through which he would ejaculate his semen.
She felt something happening to his organ as it seemed to expand in her hand, then he was grunting and panting and spurt after spurt of fluid shot from his organ into the box stall opposite.
He spurted for what seemed like a very long time, then he was finished and his organ softened in her hand. Debbie saw a pearl of fluid remain on the tip of his organ and she touched with a gentle finger, then spread it over the soft, velvet head, causing him to shudder.
Later that day, Clyde whispered to her that his penis was hard again, so she went out to the barn with him. The two stripped naked and he raved over her youthful beauty.
After he had fondled her breasts for a while, he put his mouth on one and began sucking. Debbie became so hot with passion that she cried a little, then he sucked the other breast, his licking tongue on her nipple causing her body to jerk strongly as little cries broke from her throat and she pressed her breast hard against him.
"I can do something much more exciting that that," he told her when he finished sucking her breasts and used both his hands to play with her buttocks and warm, soft vulva.
"What is it, Uncle?" she asked, her voice breaking with lust.
"I can get my face between your pretty thighs and suck your cunt. You've heard of cunt sucking and cock sucking, haven't you?"
"Oh yes, but I never dreamed it would happen to me. Would you really suck my cunt and make me come?'
"You bet. Of course, what makes the woman come isn't really the sucking, that part is just for fun. After the man sucks the cunt for a while, he gets his tongue in her slit and licks on her clit, like rubbing it with a finger. I think you'll really like having a come with my tongue inside your pretty little cunt. Lie down now and I'll do it to you."
They were in the hayloft and he spread their clothes over a pile of hay to make her more comfortable. Debbie lay on her back, sighing, and he raised and parted her legs, staring into her open crotch and telling her how beautiful and exciting she was in that position.
Bending over the girl, he brought his mouth to her vulva and began sucking it greedily, pouring saliva into her slit and making it trickle from there and run between her buttocks, adding to the ecstasy she felt and to his own arousal.
She cried out when she felt his tongue invading her vagina, then it was licking around while the groans of lust were muffled in the warmth of her crotch and her behind kept jerking up and down.
When climax came, after he had licked her clitoris for a while, she heard herself starting to shriek and stuffed the heel of a hand into her mouth to muffle the sound, afraid her aunt would hear it if from the house and guess what was happening.
"Well, Debbie," he asked with a grin as he licked his lips, "how did you like having your sweet little cunt sucked and licked?"
"Oh Clyde, it was just heaven. I'm so lucky to be learning all this when I'm still so young."
"Would you like to learn some more, Debbie?" he asked in a tone of excitement.
"Oh yes. What, Clyde?"
"Well, we've talked about cock sucking as well as cunt sucking. How would you like to give it a try?"
"It-it wouldn't make me pregnant, would it?"
"No," the man told her with a little laugh. "It's just like drinking table cream. You swallow it, it goes down your tummy and eventually you get rid of it when you go to the toilet."
Debbie was a little apprehensive about actually having a penis spurt semen into her mouth, but after the man had accepted her as an equal, she didn't dare show it.
He talked to her about how the act had been performed on him by women and a few men, over the years, then she told him she was ready. He sat on a bale of hay and had her kneel before him. He showed her how to kiss and lick the organ first, then groaned as her mouth opened wide to take the big head in.
With his hands on her head, he guided the girl and she was soon doing an expert job of sucking his organ, taking more of the shaft in her mouth than he expected she would be able to.
When he felt the approach of ejaculation, he drew it back and told her to be ready to swallow. With the head throbbing in her mouth, he fired his charge and Debbie delighted him and herself with the way she was able to swallow everything he could give her without spilling a drop. Even after he was drained, she went on sucking, trying for more, until he told her to stop and took his spent organ away from her.
The following day, Clyde brought a young sheep into the barn. The morning chores had been finished, with a lot of help from Debbie, and there was time to play before she had to return to the house to prepare lunch for them.
Clyde carried the sheep onto the platform, tied her there and then they hurriedly stripped naked.
They romped in the hay for a long time, driving each other wild with sexual arousal.
After he had kissed and sucked her breasts, then turned her over and paid tribute to her buttocks and anus with his lips and tongue, Debbie begged him to bring his face into her crotch and give her an orgasm.
With alacrity, he rolled her over and watched her beautiful legs rise and open wide for him. He had brought her to such a pitch of arousal that his face had been in her crotch only a very short time when he heard and felt her go into wild orgasm, her legs kicking excitingly above them, her lovely little bottom, bouncing heatedly.
They rested for a little while, then went to the platform where his sexual partner awaited him, acting quite bored about it all.
They crouched behind the animal and Clyde showed Debbie the sexual organ of the animal.
"Gee, it is kind of like a woman's at that," she commented as he stroked it and used the tips of his fingers to open the aperture.
"Yes, Debbie, it is, very much so and notice that it's small too, hardly even as big as your tiny little pussy. As you can see, this big prick of mine is really going to stretch this little darling. She's young and that tight little cunt of hers will really suck my cock when it's buried in her and I'm riding her wooly butt."
Debbie remained crouched and stared in fascination as the man got into position behind the animal and held the head of his organ against the organ of the young sheep who was to be his partner.
"Watch closely now, Debbie and see how that little twat opens up when I push my prick into it," Clyde told the girl.
Her eyes opened wide and she watched as the man took a deep breath, held it, then pushed slowly and the head of his weapon disappeared into the organ of the animal which cried a plaintive cry at the invasion of her body by this strange creature.
Gradually, Clyde worked the full length of his stiff penis into the tight aperture as Debbie watched from below, trembling with excitement as she witnessed an act so strange that she wouldn't have believed it had she not been actually watching it.
"She's really tight, Debbie," he panted. "She's as tight a little sheep as I've ever fucked. This is really going to be a magnificent fuck. I'm going to ride slowly and make it last as long as I can."
Gripping the crying animal strongly with both hands, Clyde began stroking slowly, making each stroke a long one, leaving only the head of his organ in her each time he drew back, pushing ahead slowly, relishing the exciting tightness of her vagina.
But for all his delaying tactics, he reached the stage where he could hold back no longer and, stepping up the pace of his stroking, he felt the onset of strong ejaculation and, pulling the furry animal tightly against his body, he threw his head back and, panting and grunting, pumped his semen into her, sweat trickling down his naked body while the girl watched in wild arousal.
"Oh Clyde," she groaned, "I want to fuck. I want to feel a great big cock like yours working in and out of my cunt, shooting hot cream right up into my belly."
"I understand, dear," he said, his voice weak as he withdrew his spent organ from the crying animal, "It's perfectly normal for you to want' to be fucked, but you are not going to get it from me. We have lots of fun, we can do all sorts of exciting things, but that is the one thing I cannot do to you, as much as I'd love to get into that sweet little cunt of yours."
While they sat, naked, they talked of sex. Debbie wondered whether farm women could have sex with male animals and he told her many stories he had heard of women mating with dogs, donkeys, ponies and other domestic animals.
"But how could an animal lie in a woman's crotch like a man?" she asked in puzzlement.
"Oh no, they don't do it that way. The woman has to get down on all fours like an animal and the beast mounts her butt and rams it home that way, just as though he's fucking another animal"
"Did you ever see a woman getting fucked by any kind of animal?" Debbie asked, eagerly.
She sensed he was making up the story, but he told an exciting tale of having watched a naked women kneeling on all fours while a big dog mounted her behind and rode her. He told the story in such vivid detail, that by the time Debbie went to bed that night, it, of all the things she had done and heard about that day, burned strongest in her mind.
During the remainder of the summer, while she went on enjoying a continuing sex orgy with her uncle, Debbie often had him retell the story and it was never out of her mind.
Debbie had planned on spending every Summer at the farm, but when he was killed in a traffic accident, she had to drop that plan.
Debbie was seventeen before she experienced the one sexual act which had eluded her up to that time, sexual intercourse. Her first try at it was painful and gave little pleasure, but later experiences were much better.
In college, Debbie met a young man who was studying agriculture at a nearby college. She began dating him and it was not long before she decided she was in love with him.
He planned to buy a farm on graduation and he made farm life sound exciting. From the one Summer Debbie spent on her uncle's farm, she knew she could enjoy the life. They married soon after he graduated, lived in a small rural town for a while until he completed the details for the purchase of the farm he wanted, then they went to live there.
It was not long before Debbie became disappointed, not by farm life, which she enjoyed immensely, but by the lack of sexuality of her husband. They'd not had sexual intercourse before marriage, because he preferred it that way, not wanting to profane their love, as he phrased it.
He loved to see her in bra and panties or naked and always became sexually aroused by the sight of her. Each time they tried to move from play to intercourse though, something happened to him and he lost his erection. She wanted him to see a doctor, but he couldn't muster the courage to do it.
Debbie saw a ray of hope when she learned that he loved to masturbate and to have her masturbate him. It happened by accident the first time when they were playing in the bam and, while she fondled his penis it went off in her hand.
She saw a look of horror on his face, but she laughed and told him it had been fun. After that, they moved into a routine of sex play which invariably led to his enjoying ejaculation with his penis either in her hand or in his own.
The first time Debbie suggested oral sex, he was afraid, but after they had played for a long time and he was wild with arousal, she began to masturbate him, then moved quickly and finished the job with his hard penis in her mouth. She sucked him until he was weak, but his groans were inspired by pure ecstasy.
When he asked where she had learned such a thing, she told him about the Summer she'd spent with her uncle and of all the sexual things he had taught her, including his having sexual intercourse with a sheep. She did not tell him about her interest in a woman having intercourse with a dog, sensing that it would horrify him.
As the man got over his initial shock and they turned to oral sex as a way of life, she patiently trained him to repay the favor. He quickly came to enjoy performing oral sex on her and would often bring her two or three orgasms before she would take his penis in her mouth and suck him to ejaculation.
A creek which wandered through their property made a very fine swimming pool and they often swam there in the nude. Their nude swimming usually aroused them both and swimming frequently led to oral sex on the grass by the creek.
Dan was nervous about it at first, but one afternoon, Debbie played with him in the water until he had a strong erection. She continued to play with him as they got out of the water and rested on the grass. When she bent over him and kissed the velvet head, he panted for her to suck him. Smiling, she did and didn't stop until he had given her a generous drink of the warm, rich fluid. After that, there was no objection on his part to sex in the grass with her.
For all the enjoyment they shared, Debbie felt a strong, continuing desire for sexual intercourse. No man was going to be called on to fill that need though, since she loved Dan and couldn't be untrue to him. It was then that she remembered her uncle's story about the dog which had been trained to have intercourse with a woman and she decided that the answer to her problem would walk on four legs and would never tell her secret.
The day after reaching her decision, Debbie went into town and returned with two puppies, a Dalmatian and Great Dane. She fed them well and tried to remain patient as the pups grew. Her original thought had been to wait until the dogs were about a year old, but when they reached six months, she became impatient.
One afternoon, while Dan was busy, she let the Dalmatian outside and took the Dane to her bedroom.
Excitement flaring, she removed her skirt and panties and sat on the edge of the bed. With a finger in her vagina, she added to her arousal while producing the moisture and aroma she wanted, then she called the dog to her.
Speaking gently to him and patting his head, she parted her legs wide and he delighted her by bringing his snout into her crotch to sniff, then took a lick. Debbie continued to pat him and tell him he was a good dog.
She worked with him for a half hour and while she couldn't train him to lap her vulva consistently, he did reasonably well. When she decided to end the lesson, she fingered herself to climax.
On alternate days, she worked with both dogs, getting them interested in her crotch, then one day she decided to start training them in the most basic of the sexual arts. Lapping, she reasoned, was fun, but she had a husband to do that for her. What was more important was sexual intercourse.
Taking off her skirt and panties, she worked a finger into her vagina and prepared it, then had the dog lick her crotch. After he had done so, she knelt beside him and began playing with his penis. To her delight, he liked it and the red meat slid out of the sheath. Slipping her other hand into her crotch again, she brought back some of her musky fluid and rubbed it on the dog's penis. When she decided he was as ready as he was going to be, she knelt on all fours and told him what to do. She knew he wouldn't understand the words, but she enjoyed the sound of them.
"Come on, big boy, mount my bare butt and shoot that long cock of yours up my hot cunt. Fuck me and fuck me good."
The dog went to her and his nose was cold as it touched below her buttocks, but then his tongue went to her vulva and that felt very good indeed. Debbie kept urging him, not really expecting that it would be that easy, but then he mounted her and she urged him on as he felt him humping her, though his long organ only thumped the lower slope of her buttocks.
She felt him probing, looking for a slit into which he could bury his bone, then he found it and Debbie groaned with lust. Once his weapon slipped into her vagina, he rammed it all the way with one mighty lunge, then, his forepaws wrapped around her, he began riding her arched behind, panting as strong muscles drove his penis hard and fast while she kept urging him on.
Too soon, his hard riding stopped and she felt him press against her behind, his body jerking as he fired his semen into the depths of her. When he was finished, the dog dismounted at once and curling up on the floor, he licked his penis contentedly.
The dog loved candy, especially chocolate, so Debbie took him to the kitchen and rewarded him generously, patting him and telling him what a good dog he was.
She tried the Dalmatian three times without any luck, then one day she took both dogs to her bedroom. She engaged in the usual foreplay with the Dane, then he mounted her and was soon pumping strongly while the other dog watched, looking quite interested in what was happening.
When it was over and the beast had ejaculated in her, she gave him the usual candy reward, giving none to the other dog. Instead, while the Dane lay resting, she began playing with the penis of the big Dalmatian and soon his organ elongated.
A few minutes later, Debbie groaned with joy as the dog mounted her behind, fumbled around a little, then his organ was stroking in her vagina and for the second time that day, she felt the spurting of a dog's semen in her body.
After that, having one of the dogs mount her was easy and even though it happened frequently, Debbie never tired of it, the thrill never diminished for her or for the four legged lovers. She was, Debbie told herself, getting more intercourse than most wives, even though her husband couldn't look after that little detail for her.
But the secret was too exciting to keep, so she planned to let her husband in on it, hoping she wouldn't shock him. She went about it casually, telling him the stories her uncle had told her about sex between humans and animals.
He became interested and admitted that he would love to try it with a sheep, if she wouldn't be too horrified.
"Heavens no," she assured him with a squeal of delight. "When I think of Uncle Clyde ramming that big cock of his up a sheep's cunt I get hot panties and damn near come."
Her excitement was contagious and they went to the field, selected s small sheep and brought it to the barn where they stripped naked and played with each other, building arousal to a fever pitch.
While Dan held the animal, Debbie found it's sex organ and began playing with it, making the sheep squirm as she fingered it. She doubted that it would make the animal sexy, but she enjoyed playing with it.
"Come on, let's go," Dan panted, "before I go off in the air."
Giggling, she took her finger out of the organ and moved around to hold the animal by the neck. While she watched intently, Dan knelt close behind the animal and brought his throbbing organ up under her.
Panting with arousal, he rubbed the head of his penis on her slit, then pushed. Nothing happened the first time, so he pushed again and the animal cried as he forced entry.
"Oh Jesus," he panted, "I'm in her cunt." He went on panting as he slowly worked the full length of his erection into the squirming, crying animal while Debbie held her so that she would not escape.
Gripping his wooly partner with both hands, Dan began riding her, giving it to her with long, slow strokes, delighting in the thrill and hoping he could make it last.
And then it was over and his hips jerked strongly as he pumped his strong charge into her and made her cry a little more. Even when he was drained, Dan continued to hold her, his penis softening in her warm interior as he tried to describe to her what a thrill it had been.
After watching the erotic action, Debbie needed a release from tension, so her husband hurried his face into her crotch and his tongue gave her what she wanted.
Later, they talked with enthusiasm about sex with animals and he asked her if she would like to try it. Her eyes shining, she told him she would love to have the dogs mount her. When she saw that his enthusiasm was as great as hers, they picked up their clothes and ran to the house.
The dogs were lying in the shade near the back door, so she called the dane into the house with them and they went to the bedroom. Debbie and Dan got on the bed and they kissed as he fondled her body and helped her reach a higher plateau of arousal. When she got up to turn her attention to the dog, her crotch was wet and had an aroma that she knew would excite him.
Dan stared in amazement as she sat on the edge of the bed, her crotch wide open, and the dog came to her at once and began lapping her.
After that, she dropped to her knees and began to play with his organ which responded almost instantly. Debbie knelt on all fours then and the dog hurried to get behind her, sniffing and licking at her crotch as he prepared to mount her.
And then he was on her, his penis making a few false strokes before it found her slit and jabbed into it.
"Jesus," Dan panted, "he know how. He knows how to fuck you. Christ, look at him shoot that cock up your slit, Debbie. How does it feel?"
"Great, darling, just wonderful. No man could fuck a woman so fast. Oh shit, he's going to go off."
Dan stared as the dog pressed against her naked behind and his body jerked as he pumped his load into her vagina, then dismounted and licked his organ.
"My God, darling," Dan said with enthusiasm, "that was exciting. Has he done it before?"
"Yes dear, I've trained them both to fuck me. He can lap me and make me come. Spotty isn't much of a cunt lapper, but he fucks well. What with my dogs and your sheep to help us, we're going to have a wonderful time from now on."
"You bet we are," he enthused. "Maybe we can work some other animals into the act too. Want to try?"
"Sure. We've found this much fun, why stop now? Maybe we can develop a whole farm full of sexy animals and have our own circus."
"How about that. Maybe we could make the Sullivan show. Can't you hear old Stoneface announced the act? A really big shrew."
They laughed together, resumed playing on the bed, and he quickly achieved another erection. It was one of those rare times when he felt in the mood for more conventional sex, so Debbie eagerly rolled onto her back and he fitted his organ into her and picked up where the dog had left off.
Their marriage continues to be a happy, sexually exciting one for both of them and, when one considers that the beginning of it could have led quickly to disaster, one must face the fact that while they chose unconventional methods, they turned potential disaster into continuing delight.
CASE HISTORY 5
Henry
Henry had his earliest sexual experiences when he was twelve. His partner was a boy of his own age and, each time they had an opportunity, they would strip naked, play with themselves and each other, then each would masturbate the other.
It was fairly routine childhood experimentation, but when his friend's mother walked into the basement and caught them in the act one day, she did not share that opinion.
Furious, she grabbed her son and dragged him onto her lap as she sat on a stool. In doing so, she hiked them hem of her dress up her thighs but didn't seem to notice.
Henry did though and his eyes kept moving from the reddening buttocks of his friend as she spanked him, to the woman's crotch where he saw the narrow strip of white nylon between her big thighs.
It surprised Henry that instead of feeling sympathy for his friend, he felt only excitement as he watched the woman spanking his bare, fiery red behind, causing him to cry loudly and kick his legs in futile protest.
Henry felt sad when the woman stopped spanking, pushed her crying son off her lap and sent him to his room. While he walked, his hands rubbed madly at buttocks which tingled madly. Henry had never been spanked and as he listened to his friend's crying, he wondered how it was going to be, sure that the woman intended spanking him as well since she had ordered him to sit down and leave his clothes where they were before she began the spanking of her son.
"All right, Henry," she said, her tone firm, but anger seemingly gone, "You saw Joe get his behind spanked, are you going to lie over my lap and get voiir's spanked or do I tell your mother all about this?"
"I'll take my spanking. Please don't tell mom."
"That's good, but I want to ask you some questions first and you'd better tell the truth or you'll really get it."
As he stood before her, Henry looked down at her big, smooth thighs and she did nothing about the hem of her dress which had ridden high, so high that he could almost see the crotch of her white nylon panties. She asked many questions and he answered them all, telling her that they played the game fairly often and that it always terminated in their masturbating each other, but they did nothing else.
"Well I'm going to do something else," the woman told him, "I'm going to take you over my lap and warm your bare ass for you. It will give you something to think about next time you want to play pull the wire with my Joe."
Just before he bent over her lap, the woman pulled her dress a little higher and his body went down on her silken smooth thighs. He wriggled a little as she adjusted his position, then his penis stiffened and he felt more sexually aroused than he ever had before.
The woman gripped him with her left hand and his heart pounded as she lightly patted his buttocks with the hand which had so soundly spanked her son.
"Do you often get spanked at home?" she asked as her hand squeezed a cheek.
"N-no, I never got spanked in my life."
"Well you're going to now, young man and you may not like it a-What's this?" she asked aloud, then her hand reached under him and felt his stiff penis.
"Well, well, so you're not so afraid of having your bare butt spanked after all. You like the idea of lying on my bare thighs, is that it?"
"Y-yes," he admitted. "I couldn't help it."
"You don't have to apologize," she told him as she continued to hold his throbbing penis in her soft, warm hand. "I understand more about these things than you do. Since this will be your first spanking, I'll take it a little easier on you. Ready now, here we go."
Releasing his penis, she readjusted him on her big thighs and commenced spanking. Her hand slapped stingingly from cheek to cheek and Henry was soon sobbing and squirming hotly.
"Go ahead and cry," she told him between spanks. "It's only right that a boy should cry when he's getting spanked on the bare ass."
The slapping of her big hand, rather than the verbal invitation, soon had him crying lustily as her hand moved from cheek to cheek slapping uniform color into them and causing the volume of his crying to become louder and his kicking more frantic.
But for all his crying, Henry found sexual excitement in being spanked, something which surprised him. That the spanking could sting so and still produce pleasure was a thing of puzzlement to the boy, but it was so and that was all he knew or cared about.
He was squirming madly, then the woman pulled him farther over her lap and his hard penis throbbed in hot contact with her silken thighs.
"That's the way, Henry," she urged, her tone excited and very exciting, "go on and rub like that. Rub your hard little bird on my smooth skin," she told him, her right hand smacking him again.
He rubbed his penis on her with aroused urgency, then when he slowed down, she slapped again, harder, her tone urgent as she told him to rub some more and he obeyed.
"Oh-oh-I got to stop or I'll shoot-I.. . "
"Rub," she snapped and her right hand came down hard on his red bottom, drawing another cry from the boy, his heart pounding furiously as he realized she wanted him to ejaculate on her excitingly smooth thighs.
While he rubbed on her, she gave him a few more hard spanks, then he was panting and sobbing as his semen spurted more strongly then he had ever known it to do. While it pumped onto her thighs and his tummy, she caressed his buttocks, squeezing them hard and panting until the boy was finished.
"My, but you have a lot of cream for a little boy," she commented as she fondled his buttocks. "How did you like your first spanking?"
"I-it stung like heck, but it was kind of good at the same time. I guess that sounds crazy."
"No, Henry, that doesn't sound crazy at all. Lots of people like to be spanked. Years ago, when I was a pretty girl in my teens, there was a man who used to pay me to spank his ass with a hairbrush and strap him with a leather belt. I'll tell you more later, but for now, get up and get me that towel over there."
As he scrambled to his feet, the boy looked down at his stickiness, then looked at her wet thighs. He hurried to the pile of laundry and returned with the towel.
Smiling, the woman wiped her thighs and parted them to pick up what semen had trickled onto the crotch of her panties. After that, she wiped his penis and tummy, commenting again on his generous production of semen.
"Will you please tell me more?" he asked, shyly, "About the man you used to beat, I mean. Did you do other things with him?"
"Yes. I'd take may dress off and let him look at me in my brassiere and little panties, then he'd feel my tits and ass and the crotch of my panties, then I'd tell him he was a bad boy and I was going to punish him.
"He'd be bare naked and his big cock would be hard, sticking right up. I'd make him lie down across my lap, then I'd scold him while I spanked him with the wooden backed brush until his ass was all red and he was crying like a baby. He'd get up then and I'd pick up the belt and double it. His cock would still be hard and I'd go on scolding him and make him lie with pillows under his belly to make his ass stick up real high, then I'd give him a real good strapping.
"When he was really screaming, I'd make him do all kinds of things, like take my panties off and kiss and lick my cunt and my arsehole and everything. If he didn't do it right, I'd beat him with the strap again."
"And he liked it?" Henry asked, his tone eager and excited.
"He loved it. When he'd had enough, I'd stand behind him and he'd press his hot ass cheeks against my belly. I'd take his hard cock in my hand and very slowly jerk him until he shot his cream."
"Gee, that sounds so exciting. I bet your enjoyed doing all that."
"Yes, I enjoyed it very much as I enjoyed spanking you and making you shoot your cream on my thighs. You see, as much as I enjoy spanking, I can't very well do it to my own son, except to punish him when he deserves it. If you come back for another spanking some day, I could take my dress off. Have you ever seen a woman in just her brassier and panties."
"No."
"Then think about it, Henry. When you want another nice ass smacking, just let me know. I'll send Joe away on an errand that will take him a long time and we'll be able to have a lot of fun."
Two days later, Henry phoned the woman at lunch time. After school, she sent her son on an errand and Henry hurried to her home. This time, instead of the basement, she took him to her bedroom. She was a widow and the room was excitingly feminine to the boy. There was a girdle and a pair of nylons on a chair, a pair of black lace panties on the corner of the dresser.
"Do you like women's panties and thighs?" she asked.
"Yes. Not the kind my mom wears, but nice things like those," he said, pointing to the panties on the dresser.
"Well then," she said as she opened a drawer, "how would you like to run your hands through these?"
The drawer was filled with panties and garter belts. All were either nylon or rayon and there were many colors. Henry trembled as he ran his hands through them, then he suddenly lost interest as he looked into the mirror and saw her opening the top of her dress.
Turning, he stared as she slid the zipper down the back, then caught tht hem in both hands and calmly pulled it over her head.
She hefted the jutting cups of her bra from below, then snugged her sheer panties more tightly around her and turned to allow Henry to see both the front and rear view.
Her panties were black, as was her bra, and sheer enough so that the boy could see the deep rack between her plump buttocks.
Well, Henry, how do you like me?" she asked.
"Boy, you're really something. What a nice big ass you have."
"Yes, haven't I though. What a shame I won't let you take my panties down and spank me. You'd like that. Your prick would really shoot if you had me on your lap with my panties down and your hand spanking my big ass cheeks nice and hard, making them red and hot, like I'm going to do to yours. Want to have a good look at my big butt?" she asked, then without waiting for a reply, she turned her back to him, bent from the waist and slowly pushed her panties down, wriggling her plump, white behind as she did.
Staring, Henry felt his penis throbbing so strongly that he feared it would explode in his pants.
"Ooh, that's so beautiful. Your ass cheeks are so big and smooth and white. Please, may I feel them?" he begged.
"Maybe later, if you take your spanking well and get me excited enough. I just may take my bra and my panties right off and let you see everything I have."
"Would you really?" he asked, eagerly.
"I may, if you excite me by crying a lot and by pleading and begging for mercy, the way my man friend used to do."
"Do you like that?"
"Very much. I like to hear crying and pleading even before I begin spanking. Let's see how good a job you can do of it. Strip bare naked now, Henry, I'm going to take you across my thighs and give you a good hard spanking on your bare ass. I'll really make your butt cheeks red and hot for you, you very bad boy.
Remembering what she'd said, Henry pretended to be afraid and sobbed as he begged her not to spank. Excitement flashed in her eyes, a hand rubbed the crotch of her panties and the boy knew he was doing just what she wanted.
While she scolded and threatened him, he took his clothes off until he stood naked before her, his small penis rampant and throbbing with excitement and with desire.
Seeing that he played the game so well, the woman had him kneel before her to continue pleading that he be spared the spanking, then she parted her legs, jerked her hips forward and told him to kiss the crotch of her panties. As he did so, she put a hand on the back of his head to keep his face there, and the warmth of her pressed against him as she rubbed his face with her panties.
She kept his mouth in her crotch until her panties were wet enough to satisfy her, then announced that she was ready to give him the promised spanking.
Henry's performance delighted her as he sobbed and begged for mercy. He was still begging as he lay across her big, smooth thighs, his body partly on the tops of her sheer nylons and partly on bare skin, the boy unable to decide which felt more exciting.
There was more sobbing and scolding as the woman fondled his buttocks, then she began spanking him and he cried from the very first slap, wriggling across her thighs in a way which delighted both of them.
For a while, Henry played the game excitingly, crying loudly and begging her to stop, then it was no longer an act at all as she spanked hard until his nether cheeks glowed a fiery red and his throat became rough from crying. When she finally did stop spanking, she held him on her lap and massaged his tingling buttocks as the sound of his crying diminished until he was only sobbing and making wet sniffles.
"You took your spanking well, dear," the woman told him as he got up and she reached to unhook her bra. "It is time for your reward now. Would you like to see what big tits I have?"
While he gulped an affirmative, the woman pulled her bra off and her big, quite firm breasts tumbled out. She smiles as she took his wrists and guided his hands to her naked breasts. After he had played with them for a while, she showed him how to suck breasts and he enjoyed learning, sucking them both and marveling at how the nipples grew long and hard, darker in color and wet from his saliva.
When Henry asked the woman to take her panties off, she told him that the price would consist of kisses from him, anywhere she demanded them. He agreed and then she stood with her back to him, pushed her panties down until they fell around her feet and she stepped out of them, naked except for garter belt, nylons and high heels.
He stared in fascination at her big, smooth buttocks and the deep crack between, then she turned and he gasped again as he viewed a naked woman for the first time and his whole body trembled.
She allowed him to come and feel her buttocks and thighs, then allowed him to put a hand in her crotch and feel her vulva.
"Is mine the first cunt you ever touched?" she asked as his hand rubbed gently on it.
"Oh yes, I never even saw one before in my whole life."
"Well, then, I guess I'd better lie down and let you have a good look at my cunt. Of course, I'll expect you to kiss it too. If you don't, I'll just get a leather belt and give you a good strapping. That should teach you to do as you're told."
Going to the bed, she lay across it with her rump on the edge, then raised and parted her legs. He gave a little cry of excitement as he dropped to his knees, close to the bed and stared. When she told him to, he brought his face between her thighs and kissed her hot, soft vulva.
He was in no hurry to take his mouth away from it and she wasn't either, so it became a prolonged kiss and, when she told him to, he slipped his tongue into the warm, moist organ and licked there.
"Would you like to stick your cock in my cunt and fuck me, Henry?" she asked, her voice low and exciting.
"Oh yes, I never dreamed I'd get that lucky until I was a whole lot older."
"Well, you're going to get lucky right now, Henry. That is you are if you make me have a come with your tongue. I haven't had my cunt lapped in a long time."
The boy didn't understand what she meant, so she showed him, putting his index finger on her clitoris and telling him that by licking there, he could make her have an orgasm which, she explained, was the female version of ejaculation.
It delighted him that he could make the mature woman squirm, pant and groan as he licked in her crotch, then his thrill was greater as her behind jerked up off the bed and she climaxed.
She told him how well he had done his job, allowed him to feel her wet, hot crotch, then invited him to lie on top of her and fit his hard little organ into her vagina. As he did so, Henry thought he would die of joy, but joy rarely kills and he went on to stroke his penis in the hot depths while she held him warmly until he told her he was going to ejaculate and she brought her legs around him as well, holding him tightly while his semen spurted strongly into her depths.
Henry visited his exciting woman often over the course of the next year and in that time he developed the strong masochistic tastes which were to remain with him the rest of his life. And then, a little more than a year after his first spanking, Henry's heart broke when he learned that his family was moving to another city and that his grown up love affair was all over.
Henry's heartbreak was so severe that his mother took him to the family doctor who, of course, could find nothing wrong with him and told her it was just a case of growing up and that he would get over it.
In a sense, he did get over the heartbreak, but the woman had left her stamp on him, had introduced him to a life far more exciting than the average boy of thirteen could cope with and there was nothing to take her place.
She had taught him to wear garter belts, nylons and panties for his spankings and when he could be alone in the house for a long enough period and safe from any danger of being caught, he would borrow those garments from his mother's dresser, or from the laundry hamper, and enjoy an orgy for one, an orgy in which he spanked himself with the back of a plastic hairbrush until he could believe that it was the woman who was spanking and scolding him, making him cry and causing his penis to throb strongly. He couldn't simulate the sucking of her big breasts, the kissing and licking of her plump, satiny buttocks and the licking of the valley between as well as the hot nest in her crotch, but as he went from spanking to masturbating, he could close his eyes and try to relive those exciting hours with his woman.
At an age when other boys were dating, Henry was alone with his dreams, haunted by his desires. He had no interest in girls, he wanted, needed a mature woman who would spank and scold him, a woman with big breasts and buttocks, with smooth thighs for him to lie across for his spankings. No mere girl would be able to fill that need, he sensed.
Shortly before his seventeenth birthday, he left home. He found casual jobs and saved his money until he had enough saved to return to the city where he had lived before. He went to the house where Joe had lived with his mother, but they were no longer there, neighbors weren't sure where they had gone.
Henry drifted to another city, found work and a room that was shabby but cheap. He overheard two men talking at work one day, one man telling about the house where he boarded and how the woman who ran the house frequently beat her sixteen year-old daughter.
He listened carefully, his penis erect and throbbing as the man told of the sounds of spanking, hairbrush, leather belt and the crying of the big girl. Later, Henry spoke to the man and told him he was looking for a place to board. After work, he went to the boarding house with the man.
The woman wasn't quite as big or as young as he had hoped, but even when she smiled, there was a look in her eyes which told him she could be stern indeed. He met the daughter, a plump, sad eyed girl with a big bottom and he tried to picture her being spanked or strapped on it by the angry woman. Each time he tought of it, his penis erected.
Before long, Henry discovered what was wrong. In the day, he was at work. At night, the other boarders were around the house so that there would be no chance for him to get a spanking, even if the woman agreed to do it to him.s
The plant where he worked was constantly seeking men for the night shift and he had no trouble getting on the four to midnight shift, which even paid a little more money. As soon as his shift was over, Henry hurried home and went to bed. He was getting up just as the other men were leaving for work, and he trembled with excitement at the thought of being alone in the house with the woman and her not very bright daughter. Something, he told himself, was going to have to happen.
But that day, nothing did. The next morning, he was washing when he heard loud voices from the floor below. Putting the towel down, he listened and heard the woman tell the daughter she was going to be spanked.
He started down the steps quietly and saw a bedroom door close, heard it slam loudly. He approached it very silently, cursed under his breath when he found there was no key hole in it, then heard the thrilling sounds of scolding and spanking.
Henry tried to picture the big bottom of the girl bouncing under the slapping hand. She would have big, smooth, white cheeks, he thought and they would bounce and jerk and turn very red. He pictured himself holding her by the hips, kissing and licking her inflamed buttocks while she sobbed and cried.
He was so caught up in his dream that he did not realize at once when the spanking ended. When he did, he got to his feet, hurriedly, but it was too late. The door opened and he looked into the startled face of the woman. Behind her, he saw the girl pulling white panties up over her thoroughly spanked behind. He saw only a flash of red buttocks before her skirt dropped.
"What are you doing here?" she snapped as she pulled the door closed behind her.
"I-I was listening. I'm sorry," he said, his head bowed, his body trembling.
"You better go to your room. I'll talk to you later," she told him.
It was about fifteen minutes later when the woman came to his third floor room. The look of anger was still on her face and he heard a small groan escape him when he saw the hairbrush in her right hand. She scolded him angrily, then told him that since he seemed to be so interested in spankings, she was going to give him one.
"Get your pants and underwear down," she snapped as she sat on the edge of his bed. "I'll teach you to go snooping around doors when I spank my daughter."
Sobbing as the woman had taught him to do, Henry began to push his clothes down, then decided he should try to hid his erection from her. Twisting and pushing his pants and shorts down as he went to her, he lay over her lap, wishing her dress were pulled up so that he could lie right on her thighs.
The back of the wooden brush came down with a loud sound and fiery sting. He let out a cry and then the brush smacked his other cheek. She was strong as she held him on her lap and went on to give him a severe spanking, the hardest by far that he had ever taken.
Henry didn't hear the actual words of her scolding, only the tone, but he heard the smacking of the brush on his naked behind and felt the wild thrill of fires being ignited in his buttocks.
He began rubbing his hard organ on her thighs and heard her tell him to keep still, but it was no use, he couldn't stop. She was still screaming and smacking hard with the back of the brush when he went off. His semen spurted for a long time before he was finally drained and pushed off her lap.
"Look at my dress, you filthy beast," she shrieked. "Are you crazy or something?"
Dropping to his knees, he cried and told her he was sorry and offered to make retribution by kissing her bottom and sucking her vagina. He used the words he had been taught for such acts and she turned pale and leaped to her feet, shouting for him to get out and stay away.
Later that morning, she relented to the extent of permitting him to finish out his week as long as he kept away from her and her daughter. On Friday afternoon, he learned that she had not changed her mind and that the next day would be his last in the house, that the one spanking he had taken was a fluke and that there would be no more.
"Here," she said a strange expression on her face as she took a piece of paper from her apron pocket and handed it to him, "if you want a place to board, go see her. She can handle you if you get out of line. She may even be able to straighten out your twisted mind."
Henry went to the address at once. It was a smallish bungalow in a working class district. The woman who answered his knock looked to be in her late thirties, she was big, but not fat and she wore a jovial smile. The smile was the only jarring note to him, he would have preferred a frown or a look of severity and potential anger.
"I heard about the spanking incident," she told him as they sat in the living room. "I'm a widow, my one son is in the army. I think maybe I can help you, but you'll have to be truthful with me. Will you?"
"Yes.. '
"You like getting spanked, don't you."
"Yes."
"tell me how it started. Tell me everything about the woman who had taught him, who had brought out the masochism in him and in doing so, had changed his life permanently.
"I think things are going to work out just fine for us, Henry," she told him, her tone low and confidential. "When my boy was just thirteen or so, I had to stop spanking him because I enjoyed it too much. I'd love to have a gentle young man like you to spank. As for the other things she taught you, most of them are new to me, but they sound exciting. I don't get much sex, it's more than a year since I went to bed with a man, and even at that all he did was play with me for a while, then stick it in me and then it was all over. I never had a man do things to me with his mouth like that. Would you want to do all those things to me?"
"Oh yes," he told her with a little groan. "Could we do it right now, Miss, please?"
"Call me Rose, Henry. Come on, we'll go to my room now and I'll give my naughty boy a spanking on his bare ass. It was very naughty of you to listen at the door when she spanked the girl's big butt and it was worse for you to shoot your cream all over her lap when she was spanking you. I'm going to have to punish you for that."
"Yes, Mummy," he whimpered as he followed her from the room, staring at her big buttocks working under her tight dress as she walked, his penis stiff and straining for escape.
In the bedroom, they sat on her bed and she hugged him, then pulled him down onto the bed and they shared a passionate kiss. He felt her big buttocks through her dress and she sighed with arousal. She wore no girdle and her buttocks felt firm, her thighs, he felt, would be a magnificent spanking platform for his naked body.
After a while, they sat up and she asked many questions about the technique the woman had employed. At his suggestion, he turned his back while she put on a garter belt and sheer nylons, then when he turned to look at her, she held her dress up so that he saw firm thighs excitingly encased in nylons and clinging, black panties above.
While she held her dress up, he dropped to his knees and, holding her hips and buttocks, pressed his face into her crotch and inhaled deeply. Later, Rose turned around and he kissed and licked the seat of her sheer panties, delighting in the bigness and firmness of her bottom.
When they had worked out the ground rules of the game they were to play, Henry excitedly stripped to the waist. An appreciative expression on her face, Rose went to him and rubbed both hands over his manly chest and strong arms.
"I know how you feel, dear," she told him. "A strong, good looking young man like you is going to be more than a dream come true for me. I'm so hot already I feel like I'm going to come. Think of how I'll feel after I've spanked your bame ass."
"Me too, Rose. I've been dreaming of something like this for so long and you're so beautiful and strong looking. Remember, you have to be real firm and sound mad all the way through. It'll be better for both of us that way. After the spanking, we can be real lovey while I kiss and lick your ass cheeks and crack and suck your tits and cunt to make you come."
"Ooh, Henry, what those words do to me. I'll take my dress oft" now and we'll get started. My panties feel like they're on fire in my crotch, my cunt is really hot."
Henry groaned with desire as she took her dress off and she stared at her big, strong looking body in her bra and panties. Playing the role of Auntie, as they had agreed, she began scolding her naughty boy and telling him she was going to spank him.
He played his role as well as she and he sobbed and begged auntie not to spank him, but she was soon seated on an armless chair and he stood between her knees as she opened his pants and took them down. When she took his briefs down, his penis leaped out at her and she closed a gentle hand around it as she scolded him, her hand giving loving squeezes.
And then he stepped out of his pants and briefs and was stark naked as he lowered himself, groaning, onto her thighs which were firm, warm and so silky that he wondered whether he would be able to take his spanking without losing his pent up charge. Even if he did ejaculate, he told himself, they would still have lots of fun later as he went down on her and introduced her to the thrills of oral sex.
Rose scolded him impressively, her tone firm as her right hand fondled his smooth buttocks and he squirmed and sobbed, pleading for mercy, wanting none. She had been scolding for a long time when her right hand came down hard and held the buttock after the spank, rubbing the firm flesh.
The first few spanks were spaced well apart, then she began spanking with a steady rhythm as her ecstatic victim cried and squirmed, his nether cheeks taking on a hot red glow. She didn't count the spanks, but when she felt he had taken enough and stopped, he rubbed on her thighs as he urged her to give him some more. She gave him what he wanted and it was a long time before she helped the crying youth off her lap and took him to the bed where they embraced hotly and kissed while his crying softened until it passed and he took her bra off.
His sucking mouth and licking tongue drove her out of her mind with arousal, and then he was taking her panties down, her back arched in passion. She sighed as he rolled her onto her tummy and brought his face down to her flawless white behind, kissing and licking the massive cheeks, then parting them and licking up and down her deep crack until she felt saliva trickle into her crotch.
"I'm ready to suck your cunt now, Rose," he panted and told her to turn over.
Her eyes flashing with wild arousal, she turned over and her legs opened wide. Henry stared into her crotch, gave a little cry, then his hand was right on her vulva, rubbing the soft organ lightly, the tips of his fingers gentle as they parted the pink lips.
"I can't believe it, Henry," she panted. "Are you really going to suck my cunt? Tell me it's true. Tell me you darling lover."
"Yes, Rose, it's true. I'm going to suck and lick your cunt and make you come with my tongue up your slit. I'm going to do it right now."
He heard her cry of passion and his mouth pressed lightly onto her vulva. He kissed and licked it for a little while as her behind kept bouncing on the bed, then he began sucking more greedily. After a little more of that, he sent his tongue to probe her vagina, then his tongue was on her clitoris and it was licking with delicious roughness as she panted and groaned and her wildest sexual dreams came true.
When orgasm swept over her, it did so with the intensity of electrocution and death, but then came delicious revival and she tried to describe how great it had been. Seeing that it had been so good for her, Henry decided she should have a second helping, so he fitted his face into her crotch again and lapped with the same exciting skill until her legs were kicking high as she climaxed for the second time.
Her body was firm and warm and silky as he lay atop her, then, his penis pushing into a vagina which he found surprisingly tight. But the excitement was too great to be sustained and he had barely made entry when he felt himself blasting off and she held him warmly until he was drained.
"Don't worry, darling," she comforted him in a warm whisper. "You'll soon get another bone and then we'll have a much longer fuck."
Later, while they rested, Rose confided that she would like to find out how it felt to be spanked, lit was equally eager to try the role of spanker, so they planned another game. This time, Henry was to be her uncle and she a teenaged girl who had been caught fingering herself. Even as they worked out their plan, Henry felt the promise of revival in his loins and told her so, bringing a wider smile to her face.
Rose hurriedly dressed, then when they were ready, Henry, naked, left the room. When he returned, he gave a startled gasp of pretended shock as he saw her standing in front of a full length mirror, her skirt held high, her panties pushed down and a finger stroking in her vagina.
"Oh!" she gasped, "Uncle Henry. I-I'm sorry. I didn't hear you coming."
"So I see," he replied in a cryptic tone. "It strikes me you would very soon have been coming, in a different way, if I hadn't caught you. Get your finger out of your cunt and prepare to have your chubby ass well spanked."
Rose made a nice pretense of blushing and begging her uncle not to spank her.
"But I'm too big a girl, Uncle. It wouldn't be right for you to take my panties down and see me all bare."
"Well now, I've already seen your cunt with your finger poking in it, so I guess I can stand the sight of your bare ass. In fact, I think I'll enjoy taking you over my lap and spanking it. I'll bet you have a nice big ass."
"Oh Uncle, you shouldn't talk like that and you have no clothes on. That isn't right."
"Are you trying to tell me what's right, Rose? Just for that I'll give you some extra spanks on your bare ass. Spanking is hot work and I don't want to sweat. Besides, when you're bare naked and I'm spanking your chubby butt, my cock will probably get hard and it would hurt if it was tucked in my pants.
"Oh, Uncle!" she gasped in mock horror at his words.
On command, she sobbed and took her dress off.
"Please, Uncle, you could spank me with my panties on. They're just sheer nylon and won't protect my ass."
"You'll get your spanking on your bare ass, Rose," he told her. "It's sheer silk and my hand will sting it and make you cry. I like the sound of my hand smacking a girl's bare ass cheeks. Now take your bra off, I want to see your tits. That should shame you."
Rose protested and pretended to cry as she took her bra off and tried to cover her big breasts with her hands, but he made her put her arms at her sides, then told her to kneel between his legs for a scolding as he sat on the same chair she had used earlier for his spanking.
While he lectured her on sex and sin, he fondled her breasts and made her nipples jut boldly as she squirmed until he told her to get up so that he could take her panties off. Both were wild with arousal as she did, her breasts swaying, his penis beginning to stiffen.
She went on pleading and sobbing as he made an exciting production of talcing her panties down, his hands exploring her bared buttocks and the bushy mound at the base of her tummy. After she had stepped out of her fallen panties, he told her he was going to examine her to see if her maidenhead was still intact. She had to open her legs wide while he probed her vagina with a long finger, staring at her reflection in the mirror as her big white bottom squirmed hotly.
At the sight of her lush buttocks and the prospect of spanking them a warm shade of pink, Henry felt a hot wave of arousal sweep over him and his penis went stiff, fully erect and more than ready for a return visit to a thrillingly hot vagina.
Henry had her turn her back to him and bend as his lips brushed lightly over the white hills, then he kept her bent from the waist and his tongue slowly licked up the deep valley of her behind before he ordered her to lie over his lap for her spanking.
The black garter belt and suspenders provided an exciting frame for her white behind and he paused for a little while to admire it as she squirmed and sobbed.
And then his hand came down in the first spank and the big cheek trembled under his hand as he held the spot and she gave a little cry. When he slapped the other cheek, he reminded himself that it was her first spanking and that he should take it easy so that she would perhaps learn to enjoy being spanked as much as he did.
Hent went on spanking, slapping from cheek to cheek, delighting in the way warm color leaped to the surface of her beautiful, big behind and the cheeks glowed like erotic pink roses.
When her big bottom was well pinked, he paused and asked in a whisper if she wanted him to stop, but she told him to keep going, that it was exciting. He resumed the spanking and she was crying loudly as she writhed on his lap while he gave her another ten spanks on each cheek.
When she got off his lap, crying and rubbing at her tingling, hot buttocks, Henry had an exciting idea as he told her to kneel on the carpet on all fours. He paused to admire the beauty of her arched behind, then he knelt close behind her and she felt his stiff organ push under her and into her crotch.
"Are your going to fuck me this way?" she asked, her voice breaking with passion.
"Yes, Rose, dog style. It will feel so good when I press my belly against your hot ass. Wait now I'll just get my cock up your cunt like-uh-this. There, that's nice. Your cunt is all hot and juicy, Rose. I love to feel my cock soaking in it. Here, I'll get it all the way up. Ooohhhhh, Jesus this feels so great. Your ass is hot and smooth on my belly. I hope I hold back longer this time before I go off. I want to make this fuck last a long time," he added as he gripped an excitingly big, smooth pair of hips and began to ride.
It was wildly exciting for both of them as Henry stroked strongly, his stout organ filling the aroused woman's vagina and delighting her as his hard tummy gave her tingling buttocks a quite different kind of spanking until, her breasts swaying madly under her, she climaxed and he pulled her hot nether cheeks to him, pressing eagerly against them while she squirmed through the strong orgasm.
He waited until it was over before he resumed riding her beautiful behind and it was not long before, for the second time, he was spurting his semen into her receptive vagina with delightful force.
They played and talked excitedly through tin whole afternoon and evening and that night, for the first time, Henry slept with a woman. In the morning, their bodies refreshed, they resumed making love.
Henry moved into her home that day and, while he was doing it, Rose went on a shopping spree. In addition to renewing her own supply of lingerie, she bought some for him too, along with a garter belt and some sheer nylons.
That afternoon, as they prepared to resume their sex play, Henry stripped and she helped him dress in female attire. He loved the feel of his panties and nylons and Rose shared his excitement, telling him that later, they would cut a hole in the front of a pair of panties so he could wear them while they had sexual intercourse, as an interesting novelty.
When Henry's former landlady came to visit them one evening, she was a changed woman. She had talked on the phone with Rose and had been excited to hear how Henry's arrival on the scene had brightened her life and his too.
They told her enough about their sex games to build her interest, and even suggested that they could perhaps be persuaded to allow her to witness one of their bouts. The price of admission, Rose told her, would be for them to watch once as she spanked her naked daughter.
"We don't have to be right in the room," Rose said. "She doesn't have to know we're there. You just give it to her as usual, only you have to strip her naked to let us have a good look at her big ass and everything. That would be so thrilling for my darling Henry and for me as well."
The deal was made and it was agreed that they would work out the details of the girl's spanking later. They went to the bedroom, the three of them and Henry and his woman decided to give their guest a double header, first with Rose scolding and spanking Henry, then with Rose as the naughty girl who had earned a spanking and would get a sound one.
While the woman watched in mounting arousal, bodies were bared, scoldings were administered and bare bottoms were soundly spanked with much scolding and crying. It was wildly exciting to the visitor, but what happened in the bedroom after the spankings was even more so. Henry was a skilled and ardent lover as he mouthed the breasts of his woman, then went to work with lips and tongue all over her buttocks and between them, before turning his woman over and going down on her, bringing her to orgasm with his face in her hot crotch.
It developed that the woman had never experienced that particular act either, so Henry told her that she would have her first taste of it as soon as he watched her spanking her daughter. Before leaving, the woman told them she would set it up for the following day.
"You won't have to hide," she told them. "She's very backward. It won't matter to her. We'll all go to my bedroom, I'll strip her naked and warm her butt. I'll give the two of you a show you'll never forget."
"And I'll give you a cunt lapping you'll remember for a long time too," Henry told her.
"Ooh Henry, darling," Rose sighed when the woman left and they sat naked on the bed, "life is going to be so wonderful for us. Isn't it a miracle that we found each other?"
He agreed, eagerly, and still does today, more than eight years later. They are married now and as happy now as they were, even in the beginning of their bizarre relationship.
CASE HISTORY 6
Ivan and Marge
Ivan and Marge had been married for almost twenty years. He was then forty and she thirty-eight. Of their two children, one had died in inimagine, the other had just recently gone away to college and for the first time, they were alone.
Their marriage had become dulled by the years of togetherness, Ivan busy with his career, Marge busy at home. When they did have sex from time to time, there was none of the old magic in it as it too had become a routine thing.
A few times, when business took him to another city and business associates arranged female company for him, Ivan confirmed that he was still a virile young man with a companion who was new and different and who approached sex with a healthy, lusty vigor.
As in the case with many men on reaching the age of forty, he began to feel that life was slipping away from him, that he had to do something before it was too late.
He brought up the subject as they were preparing to go to bed one night and evoked an instant response from his wife. They talked eagerly on how, with their brand new freedom, they could, if he felt like it, travel, stay in the best hotels in the world, and in doing so, could, hopefully, recapture all the early romance of their marriage when they loved lustily and boldly and life had been wildly exciting.
Ivan had worked hard over the years and was in the position where he could allow others to look after his business while he enjoyed the fruits of his labors.
They were undressing as they talked and Ivan was naked ahead of his wife. As she took her bra off and he looked at her breasts, he marveled at their lush, firm quality despite her thirty-eight years. But this admiration of them turned into something else and she gave a little squeal of delight as he reached for her and, pulling her down on the bed, fondled one breast, his touch exciting, as he kissed her with more desire than he had shown in years.
"Oooohhh, darling," she sighed as the kiss ended and his face moved down, kissing her throat and bare shoulder, then he had a breast in his mouth and began sucking, "If this is any indication, your idea for an exciting new life is sensational. Oh lover, it's too good, oh darling, how you suck. More, darling, suck, suck . . . suck my tit and make me groan. Oh darling, I'm on fire in my crotch."
"Then we'd better get those panties off and allow the smoke to escape," he told her, grinning as he took her panties down her legs and she kicked them away. He pressed a hand in her crotch and rubbed lovingly there. "Oh yes, dear," he told her in a whisper, "you're very hot there. I think the fireman will have to stick his hose in there and put the fire out. Can you wait just a little while so the fireman can play a little more?"
"Oh yes, lover," she sighed, "play with me. What a wonderful fireman you are," she went on as his hands moved excitingly over her breasts and crotch, then she felt a finger invading her vagina in a way which drove her wild as she writhed on the wide bed which had not been the scene of such passionate playing in years.
Ivan moved on the bed, she felt strong but gentle hands under her buttocks, then a shriek broke from her as his face went into her crotch and he kissed her hot vulva with searing passion. It was something he had never done before and something she had never before experienced, and her wail floated in the quiet room for a long time before he took his face from her crotch and smiled hotly.
"I think I'd better do something about that fire now darling," he told her. "It felt so good with my mouth on your hot little oven, I just have to let my prick have a sample of it."
Marge sighed deeply as he mounted her, his long organ harder than she had known it in years, then he was filling her with if and driving her wild as his penis stroked with delicious slowness inside her, each stroke rubbing against her clitoris to add to the joy she experienced.
Orgasm had been something of a rarity in Marge's life, but she experienced a shatteringly strong one then and the last spasms were passing when he ground down hard in her crotch and panted as he fired strong spurts of semen into her.
They lay naked together on the bed for a while, then he sat up and suggested getting drinks for them to celebrate the exciting beginning of their new life. They agreed that champagne would be in order, but since they had none, decided to settle for scotch and soda.
"Darling," she said with a strange look on her face when he returned with the drinks, "I hope this won't upset you, but we may have had an audience at our little game just now."
Following her gaze, he looked and saw that the drape had been pulled carelessly and that there was a fairly wide gap near the bottom.
Ivan's smile began slowly, then spread, his eyes shining with excitement.
"You don't look very upset," she said with a bit of a giggle.
"On the contrary. I'm discovering things about myself that I never even suggested, my dear. Let me see now, that would be John's room opposite, and his brother has the next room. If they happened to be anywhere near the window, those two teenagers must have very stiff little cocks just about now. Unless they've already pulled themselves, that is."
"Ivan," she said in pretended horror, "for a man who has always been so correct, you turn out to be quite a devil."
"Thank you, dear. I have a feeling that this is only the beginning. Imagine what a thrill that must have been, watching us undressing, seeing you take your bra off, then watching me play with your luscious big breasts and suck them the way I did."
"My God, darling, what about the rest? I mean the way you kissed me right in the crotch and then that beautiful fucking. Christ, we could be arrested for exhibitionism."
"No chance. I hope you don't think those boys are about to tell anyone about what they saw, like their parents, for example. The last thing in the world they'd want is for us to find out and suddenly get more careful about our drapes. Wait a sec, I just want to check on something. Just relax and look natural, don't keep looking at the window."
He hurried into the next room and, not turning the light on, looked toward the house next door. The lights were off in both the second floor rooms which the boys occupied and he sensed that they were there and that they had seen most or all of the show he and Marge had staged.
"After we turn our light off," he told his wife as he returned to the bedroom, "we'll watch and I'll bet we see lights go on across the way. That will prove that we did have an audience."
"Shouldn't we put something or or cover up, dear?" she asked.
"Tell the truth, darling," he said with a grin, "doesn't it excite you to think of one or two teenaged boys peeping through the window and seeing you in the nude as you are?"
"Ooh, darling," she said with a sigh, "I don't know what has come over me, but yes. It just makes me tingle all over."
"Same here, dear. Whatever has happened to you has happened to me too. Just keep on looking casual. Marge, turn toward the window and sit cross legged. That should give the boys another look at your pussy. Make it look like you're just talking to me, yes, that's the way," he encouraged her, "there, now your pretty little cunt is aimed right at them," he told her as he reached with a gentle hand to cup one breast and fondled it as his mouth came down on hers in a passionate kiss. "Pardon me for blocking their view," he whispered then, "but I want to give your sweet little pussy a nice little feel. Oh Jesus, darling, this is exciting. I think I'm going to get hard again. If so, you know what's going to get into you, don't you?"
"Oh yes, lover," Marge panted, "I want that. I'll open my crotch wide, pointed right at the window and it will drive those kids wild when they see you drive that big bone-up my slit again and fuck me."
As though to help him achieve that state, she took his penis in her hand and played with it, thrilling as she felt it gradually stiffening in her hand, confident he was on his way to another erection, feeling exciting proof hardening in her hand.
Ivan felt it too, and as his penis and his confidence rose together, he pushed his wife down onto the bed on her back and, while he fondled one breast, he sucked on the other. He felt excitement pounding in his body as he saw that she had her knees bent up and wide apart to that her crotch was clearly visible to anyone looking into the window from the room across the driveway.
Marge played with his rampant penis a little more, then he moved into her wide open crotch and slowly fed it into her. As well lubricated as she was, his organ pushed easily into her and then their bodies were rocking through an exciting act of intercourse, one made more exciting by the firmly held belief that they were being watched by one or two boys.
Marge's legs went up high when she achieved orgasm, then he followed suit a little later and she wrapped her legs around him tightly, thrilling to the feel of semen spurting into her and the added excitement of knowing they were being watched.
After they had rested a little, they turned the lights off and Ivan opened the drapes wider. It was less than a minute later when lights came on in the room opposite, but the drapes were pulled tightly so that they couldn't tell whether their audience had consisted of one boy or two. Ivan and Marge talked for a little while, then sleep claimed them.
When they woke in the morning, all the excitement of the night before was still with them, but Ivan had an early appointment at his office and they decided to postpone their fun rather than spoil it by hurrying.
Later, at the kitchen window, Marge smiled and waved to the two boys as they left their house. In their expressions and their eager waves of response, she was certain she saw a special quality that was new and different.
She felt excitement flare anew and slipped a hand inside her negligee to fondle the organ that had been so well used the night before. It had been intended as only a fleeting touch, but it felt so good that she kept her hand in her crotch, found her clitoris with a finger and soon had the flames of passion fanned. When she removed her finger, she had trembled and jerked through a strong orgasn and the final spasms were just passing.
At his office, Ivan shared his time between matters of business and of sex. His mind roved freely until it touched the right point and he held it there. It had been a couple of years before. He had been in a hotel room and had watched through a window in the opposite wing while a young man and woman stripped naked and enjoyed sexual intercourse.
He had wondered as he watched, why they had not closed the drapes, only then as he sat in his office recalling the event did he fully comprehend. It was because they had wanted an audience.
When he went out for lunch that day, Ivan went to a nearby hotel. Before entering it, he circled the block, studying the layout carefully, checking the position of the sun.
Returning to the office, he phoned Marge and asked her to meet him there around four-thirty and told her they'd have cocktails and perhaps dinner in the city. She arrived promptly at four-thirty, well dressed as usual and looking much younger than her years.
Marge knew he had something more than cocktails in mind, but he only grinned and refused to tell her more. They went to the hotel where he had booked the room and he led her to the cocktail lounger. Later, it would get crowded, he knew, but at that time there were plenty of tables.
"My, you're being modest," Ivan told her as they sat and the waiter left to get their drinks.
"What do you mean? Shall I take my dress off?" she asked in reply.
"We don't need to go that far, but you could pull the hem up a little. The tops of your dark nylons contrast so nicely with your lovely, white thighs. It does seem a shame to keep such beauty hidden."
"Oooh, you devil," she said with a grin. "What you propose is shocking, that's what makes it sound exciting." Her hand went under the table and slowly pulled the hem of her dress up her thighs.
Glancing in a mirror on the wall, Ivan noticed two men seated at a banquette. He saw one nudge the other with an elbow and they both stared at Marge's display of nylon and smooth, white skin. When he told her, she trembled with arousal.
"I think I'm going to develop a slight itch, just above the top of my nylon, darling," she told him. "I guess I'll just have to scratch it, lightly, with one finger."
Pretending to be deeply engrossed in conversation with her husband, she scratched the thigh, lightly, seemingly unaware of what she was doing, but knowing that the watching men were very aware, that they saw the black suspender where it pressed against her sleek, white thigh.
As the room filled, she went on playing the game while she and Ivan talked about it in excited whispers. She crossed her legs frequently, doing it slowly each time so that there was always a generous display of thigh and sometimes a teasing glimpse of black nylon panty crotch. She was surprised when Ivan told her it was time to go. As she followed him toward the exit, she gave a smile and a very naughty wink to the two men to whom she had given the first show. She saw their surprised expressions as she moved on. When she reached the lobby, she paused, where she could be seen from the nearest tables and made an adjustment to the suspender of one nylon.
"Where are we going now?" Marge asked as Ivan led her to the elevators.
"Where we're going is upstairs to a room. You've made me so horny by showing your thighs and crotch to all those men, that I'm going to take you to a room, strip you naked and fuck you. I'm going to fuck the beautiful butt off you."
There were a few others in the elevator and Ivan stood close to the door with his arm around Marge's waist. Just before they reached the tenth floor, he moved the arm down and one hand caressed a buttock, boldly. He heard the sounds of her labored breathing.
"They all saw you feel my ass, didn't they?" she asked as they, got off the elevator."
"You bet they did and they know why we're going to our room. They know I'll soon be playing with your butt without any clothes in the way."
"Oh Ivan, I'm getting so horny. Maybe you'll have to strip me naked and fuck me right here in the hall."
"Heavens no," he replied. "That way, not nearly enough people would be able to watch us. My way is much better."
Ivan felt her trembling as he held her with an arm around her waist and led her to a window near the emergency exit. Telling her to look at the facing wing, he sowed her how the slanting rays of the late afternoon sun illuminated the rooms so that they could see clearly into them.
"That's where our room is, darling," he told her as he led her to it.
As they reached the door, Ivan saw a chambermaid cleaning the rug not more than twenty feet away. He gave Marge the key and told her to open the door. As she did, he ran a hand up the back of her thighs, taking her dress up with it. Just as she unlocked the door, he pushed her dress higher to show the seat of her panties, then turned and winked at the woman, his hand rubbing at the front of his pants in obvious, suggestion of what was going to happen in the room.
Ivan called room service for ice and soda, then his jacket was off and he was unbuttoning his shirt
"Shouldn't we wait until room service gets here?" Marge asked him.
"No, dear, we shouldn't. Come stand close to me and take your dress off. You'll be close enough to the window to catch the eye of anyone who happens to be looking. Every hotel has its quota of lonely, bored men. They look out of their windows a lot to relieve boredom."
While he finished stripping to the waist, Marge turned her back to the window, opened her dress, then took it off, managing to look casual and unhurried. When he went to the bed, she joined him, then he took her in his arms and they kissed passionately, standing by the bed, his hands stroking her back and panty clad bottom.
When Ivan admitted the room service waiter, Marge was at the mirror, standing and adjusting her hairdo.
"Don't let her bother you," Ivan told the young man with a grin. She doesn't mind being looked at. In fact, she-likes it."
"You naughty boy," she said, turning with a little grin, "you tell all my secrets."
"Are you kidding?" he replied. "In those sheer panties you don't have any secrets." He saw the waiter's hand shake as he paid the tab and tipped him generously.
"Put the do not disturb sign on the door will you," he told the youth as he turned to leave. "When I get her bra and panties off, I won't want anything to disturb me. She's hotter than a two dollar pistol."
"Oh darling," she panted, "that was wild. He must think I'm a real whore."
"That's the way I want you to feel, dear," he told her as he fondled the seat of her sheer panties with an exciting hand as he handed her a drink with the other. "We have quite an audience already," he went on. "The light isn't as good in the other wing, but I can still see people looking this way. Don't look now, just let me do the looking for now and take my word for it."
They shared a passionate kiss during which, he pushed a hand into the seat of her panties, and when they finished, he told her he could see one man standing well back from the window. "He's naked and has a hard-on, I can see him playing with himself. I wonder how many men are going to pull themselves before we're finished."
He sat on the edge of the bed, Marge sat beside him, then he was unhooking her bra and slowly taking it off as she sighed and writhed in passion.
"Oh darling," she sighed as he reached for her firm, jutting breasts and began fondling them, "they can see you playing with my tits. I see him," she gasped, excitedly, I see the naked man playing with himself."
"He'll soon be doing more than that," Ivan told her, then bent to take a breast in his mouth and suck it while she reached for his stiff organ and fondled it. Ivan had taken his pants and briefs off as soon as the waiter left, and had walked around the room a bit to display his stiff penis to the ladies in the audience, as he described it.
He sucked both her breasts, then stood and had her kiss the head and lick the shaft of his organ. She did even more as he stood in profile to the window and she dropped to her knees, opened her mouth wide and pushed the swollen head into her mouth, sucking on it for a few seconds.
Marge stood then and he made a production of taking her panties down,, fondling and kissing her buttocks, his hand rubbing lovingly through her warm crotch and making her lovely bare behind wriggle and her breasts sway with her motions.
Naked then, except for garter belt and nylons, they got onto the bed and began enjoying a wild romp. Nylon sheathed legs kicked, firm breasts bounced freely and a long, stiff penis swayed and throbbed until Ivan had her lie across the bed with her bare behind on the edge, so that her crotch pointed right at the window, wide open.
Telling her he had another little treat in store for her, he dropped to his knees by the bed and began kissing and licking her inner thighs, his tongue working its way slowly toward her crotch.
"Oh darling," she groaned, "are you really going to let them see you kissing my cunt?"
"More than that, angel. I'm going to let them watch me sucking your sweet little cunt and making you come."
"Oh my God, darling," she said with another groan, "this is too thrilling. My heart may explode."
"Your hot little cunt may explode, sweet," he told her, "but your heart won't."
He went down on her then, his mouth on her vulva, sucking and licking. She was so wild with arousal that she fondled her breasts, rubbing so hard that it hurt. All the while, Ivan was busily sucking and lapping in her crotch until with a series of shrieks and strong jerks, she went into orgasm, her lovely naked body an excitingly wild thing as it bounced and jerked on the bed until the electrical shocks finally stopped.
Ivan got onto the bed then, penis in hand, as he prepared to mount her. She opened her legs wide for him and he moved between them, his throbbing organ at the ready, slipping easily into her vagina. He gave her a strong, slow riding and then he was ejaculating in her hot depths as she held him tightly and cried for joy.
The following Sunday afternoon they went to a park at the edge of the city. It was a hot day and the park was well populated without being actually crowded. The plan they had agreed on was to find some fairly remote, uncrowded section of the park and to engage in some passionate petting, hoping that someone would peek.
After they had walked around for a while, they came upon a grassy spot well off the path which was just what they had in mind. It was completely screened from the path and partially screened by more shrubbery, from a picnicking group of young teenagers, ranging in age from about thirteen to-fifteen, they guessed. The party consisted of four boys and three girls.
Pretending not to notice the youngsters, they sat on the grass and began kissing. Passion flared hotly for both of them, but they kept the pace of their game building slowly. From time to time, a sneaked glance confirmed that the young audience was very much aware of their presence and their erotic actions.
Ivan felt his way around Marge's thighs which she opened wide to display her black silk and lace panties and they went on kissing. After a little while, Marge was lying partially across his lap as he pulled the back of her skirt up to expose and play with the well filled seat of her panties, then her thighs moved farther apart and his hand moved down into the warmth of her crotch to rub excitingly there.
"Oh darling," she sighed, "this is so wild. Sit me up now and do my tits. Take them right out and play with them."
Ivan was delighted to oblige and as she sat up, he fondled her breasts through her blouse, then opened the garment wide. She had worn no bra and her lush breasts were there on display as he played with them while she squirmed and sighed with delight. Her sighs became louder when he bent over her and fed one into his mouth to suck it.
"Jesus, darling," he panted after he had sucked both breasts and made her elongated nipples shine with moisture, "I can't stop now. I'm too excited. I'm going to jerk your panties off and fuck you."
"Oh darling, yes, I want to fuck too, but not right here. If the park police catch us, we'll go to jail."
Realizing she was right, Ivan told her they would work out a compromise by walking past the kids and on into the thicker woods. With any luck at all, he reasoned, some or all of the youngsters would follow them, knowing what they were going to do in the woods.
"Just to make sure," he told her as he reached under her dress, Tm going to take your panties off."
She let out a little squeal of delight, then he was dragging her panties down her legs until they were off. As they came together in another passionate kiss, she allowed her legs to open wide and her knees to bend up so that the kids could see her crotch clearly.
"They're looking right at my cunt, darling," she whispered, "and now I'm arching my back so that can look at my bare butt too. Take me into the woods and fuck me now, lover. Christ, I'm ready to come now."
They sat up and she buttoned her blouse, leaving the top button open. He stuffed her panties into his pocket, then they got up, he took her hand in his and they began walking, Marge rubbing her thighs together in heat.
As they passed the seated group, Ivan gave them a broad wink and they continued across the narrow clearing and into the woods. They walked slowly, and as they reached the path into the trees, Ivan fondled the seat of her dress, confident that the kids were watching as he did so.
They turned off the main path, onto a narrower one which branched off, and as they did, Ivan stole a quick glance and saw at least two boys ducking behind trees. Sending Marge along the path ahead of him, he winked in the direction where the youngsters hid and waved in invitation as he rubbed front of his pants.
Less then a hundred feet down the path, Ivan found the clearing he wanted. Leading Marge into it, he told her they would stand and kiss for a while to give the kids a chance to get into position. While they kissed, they heard a few sounds from the bushes around them as the children, although trying to remain silent, made a little noise in their excitement at the prospect of watching a man and woman engage in sexual intercourse.
Ivan stripped naked then and Marge took off her blouse and skirt. The knelt facing each other and played for a little while as desire flared hotly.
"Lie down now, baby, I'm going to eat the hot, juicy cunt of yours!" he told her in a voice loud enough so that he was sure some of the audience heard him.
Groaning, she lay on her back and opened her legs wide. His penis swaying in strong erection, he went down on her, kissed and licked around her crotch for a while, then fitted his mouth onto her vulva as she groaned aloud and began lapping her.
When his licking tongue triggered orgasm, he sat up and watched as she writhed and moaned on the grass, her naked body a thing of pure delight and of erotic beauty.
Marge came out of it and opened her eyes to see her husband kneeling up, his stiff penis in his hand, the skin drawn well back from the swollen head as he waited to give it to her.
"Now, darling, now," she sighed, "while my cunt is all hot and juicy. Stick that lovely big cock in me and fuck me like I've never been fucked before."
Ivan mounted her, rubbed the head of his penis all around her crotch, then pressed it between the wet lips. He paused there for a moment, then, with a groan, pushed it slowly into her slit until it was buried. He rested on her for a moment, then, with a groan, pushed it slowly into her slit until it was buried. He rested on her for a moment, then began stroking.
"Oh lover," she told him with a groan in her voice, "if you can make it last, I'll come again. I'm so close right now. Oohhhhh, yes, lover, that's the way, so slow and easy with that beautiful big prick of yours. What a fuck you're giving me, darling. Oh what a lovely fuck."
And then she was panting that climax was approaching fast. He stepped up the pace of his stroking, then held her tight as she howled and jerked into orgasm, her bare behind jerking off the grass and taking him for a ride in her crotch, giving the audience a different view. Marge allowed herself to fall back into the grass and while the erotic fingers of post-orgasm still tickled in her crotch, Ivan resumed stroking hard and fast, pounding on her body until he began twitching and jerking and her long legs came up to embrace him as she drained him, the walls of her vagina sucking him until he was dry.
They rested for a couple of minutes, then got up to get dressed. One of the watchers began to applaud, then all were doing it and the woods rang with the sounds of clapping, cheering and whistling. Fearing that others would come to investigate the sounds, Ivan and Marge dressed hurriedly and they prepared to leave. Her panties were still in his pocket and as they left the clearing and she flipped the back of her skirt high, the youngsters were able to see the motion of her bare buttocks as she walked out onto the path and they left the park, hand in hand, their hearts pounding with excitement.
The next step, Ivan told his wife that evening as they sat naked in the living room after he had used an educated tongue to bring her to orgasm, was obvious.
"It isn't to me," she told him. "You'd better tell me about it."
"Picture this, dear. We make contact with some pleasant, refined couple, we exchange letters with them, then one evening, the door bell rings and there they are."
"You mean wife swapping?" Marge asked.
"Not really. Perhaps we'd want to go on to that later, I'm not sure. It would depend on how we both feel about it. We'd chat and drink and then you and I would began petting. They'd do the same, then clothes would start dropping off. After that, we'd all go to our bedroom and I'd fuck you while he fucked his wife. Perhaps there would be some variation of that, but that's the basic idea. How does it sound to you?"
"My God, Ivan, I never dreamed we'd go that far, but I have to admit it does sound exciting. The idea of our doing it with another couple right there in the room is really something. What if they insisted on swapping to go all the way with different partners?"
"We can work that out in correspondence and by phone conversations before our first meeting. To tell the truth, I really don't know how I'd feel about it."
The next day, Ivan bought a selection of tabloids and they replied to a few ads. While they waited for things to happen, they continued to give vent to their exhibitionism as often and in as many interesting ways as they could devise.
The couple they chose to meet were a few years younger than they. Their names were Sandy and Will and they seemed to be of their own social background. They lived in the same city so that after the initial exchange of letters, they were able to discuss their various interests in telephone conversations.
Sandy and Will were anxious to work a swap, but agreed to try it the way Ivan and Marge wanted, at least on their first meeting. The couple came to visit Ivan and Marge a little after seven that Friday evening.
As Ivan admitted the couple, Marge was delighted to find that she was not nearly as shy as she had expected she would be. Drinks were poured and they chatted, the visiting couple telling of their experiences over their three years of playing around together, mate swapping and exploring various sexual avenues.
"Have you tried spanky-spank?" Sandy asked as she sat with her legs crossed so that she showed an expanded nylon top and smooth, firm looking thigh above.
"No," Marge told her. "I've read about it, but it sounds like it would hurt too much. Do you play it?"
"Sure, we both love it. You can hurt your partner if you want to, I mean with straps and whips and all that, but a simple little spanking is yummy. It leaves your ass cheeks all hot and tingly and really puts you in the mood, for anything and everything."
The two couples chatted a while longer, then Will told his wife she was showing too much thigh and told her he was going to spank her as punishment. The two made a little game of it, Sandy pouting and pleading, then she was standing with her skirt above her waist while Will peeled her panties down to display a very shapely, well fleshed pair of buttocks. She went over his lap and he gave her what appeared to be a sound spanking which left her buttocks fiery red and her face tear stained. Still, when she got to her feet and held her skirt up as she rubbed her tingling buttocks, Marge and Ivan saw her eyes shining with excitement. As the woman went to them, she turned and invited them to look at and feel the effects of the brisk spanking. As his hands moved over the silken nether cheeks, Ivan' tool throbbed strongly with desire and he determined to try the game with his wife. It had been wildly exciting.
At Sandy's invitation, Ivan took her on his lap, fondled her warm buttocks, then gave her a few light spanks and felt the thrillingly warm cheeks once more before she got up and pulled her panties up.
Marge surprised her husband and herself then as she went to Will and invited him to give her a sample. He took her panties down very slowly, commented on her beauty, then she was lying across his thighs and both he and his wife commented on the beauty of her bottom as they fondled it. She'd never been touched that way by a woman before and was surprised at how exciting it was.
By agreement, Will gave her ten moderate spanks on each cheek and when it was over and she'd had her bottom fondled and her panties pulled back up, she sighed aloud as she broke the news that it had been fun and that both her nether cheeks were tingling excitingly.
There was a lull in the conversation, then it was Will who ended it, grinning a little as he talked.
"We agreed that there would be no swapping tonight, and that's still fine by me, but this lull in the party tells me that we're all doing something about that. Am I right?"
"Yes," Marge admitted quickly and looked to Ivan as though seeking his help.
"Why don't you two slip out of the room and have a little chat," Sandy suggested and they got up and left the room, going to the kitchen.
It required only seconds for Ivan and Marge to admit that they had changed their minds, and that in the spell of the moment, they wanted to try swapping. They agreed that no matter what, it wouldn't kill them and that if either of them didn't like it, they just wouldn't do it again.
Before leaving the kitchen, they embraced and kissed with fierce passion, then they returned to the room where the other couple awaited them. With a smile, Marge went to Will and sat on his lap, squirming a little.
"Just think," she said with a little sigh, "for the first time since I met Ivan, I'm going to be fucked by another man."
"Yes, darling, and I'll be right there to watch, just to make sure you do it well, just as you'll see me slipping my stiff prick into this beautiful woman."
Will and Sandy congratulated them on their change of mind, a fresh round of drinks was poured, and they agreed that after the glasses were empty, they would adjourn to the bedroom to let erotic joy begin.
"Of them all," Sandy said at one point, "I guess Helen is the wildest."
"You mean her dog is, don't you?" her husband asked with a grin.
"She has this sweet little miniature poodle, a bitch, and she's trained it to lap cunt. She lies on a couch or a bed, holds her twat open with the tips of her fingers, then calls the little darling and she scrambles into her crotch. She actually finds the clitoris and licks until climax."
"Ooohhhh, that does sound sexy," Marge said. "Have you ever tried the dog?"
"Every time I visit. I've seen that horny little bitch lap as many as six cunts in one evening. She'd lick pussy all night. Think you'd like to visit Helen one day? Even if the price of the dog involved your going down on the hostess?"
"I don't know," Marge told her, her voice breaking with passion. "I've never done anything with a woman before, but lately, we've both been doing a lot of things we never did before."
"Perhaps I should visit you one afternoon and we could have a little . . . uh . . . chat. Girl to girl stuff, you know," Sandy told her, licking her lips in obvious suggestion.
"I don't know about the rest of you, Ivan said as he got to his feet, but I'm for going to the bedroom."
The other three got up and they went to the room where the wide double bed promised to be a roomy playground for them.
Ivan was last to enter. He started to shut the door, then changed his mind. He and his wife had explored a new world and were taking a longer, bolder step into it.
In such bold, exciting new worlds, he told himself one doesn't shut doors, rather, one looks for more and more open ones. That he was making the trip with the wife for whom his love was stronger than it had ever been, made the journey more exciting, more loaded with promise of shared joy and love throughout a beautiful, endless future.
