In what is generally considered to be the ideal sexual relationship, there is at least an element of equality. One partner may be stronger than the other and so influence the course of the relationship, yet the weaker partner does have some say in their affairs.
This is the arrangement we find in most marriages, for example. The husband may be a tyrant at the office or plant, may even attempt to be one in the home, but the wife has weapons, including the ultimate one of her body, to resist.
In the purely sexual area, the man may want such acts as fellatio or anal intercourse. There was a time when the man was complete master of his household and when he demanded compliance in such matters, he received it, the totally submissive woman submitting her mouth or her anus to be used, even if she cried while doing so, and/or vomited after it was over.
This applies only very rarely today, since the modern wife is too educated, too sophisticated to permit her husband to treat her like a slave. Indeed, in many, if not most marriages, it is the wife who dictates what the sex life of the couple will be.
I know of some cases were women submit to sexual acts they do not like, but in each case it is because she wants something and if she wants it badly enough, she would let her husband stick his penis in her ear. (In addition to getting what she wants, it may also be a novel method of removing wax, though I do not recommend it.)
But there are sexual relationships beyond the husband wife one and it is in these areas that we are more-likely to find the sexual bosses.
Essentially, sexual bossism is to be found in relationships where one person, male or female, has authority over another. A mature woman can wield this authority over an innocent boy, or even a girl, if the youthful partner is eager to dispose of innocence and enjoy the sexual favors she is in a position to bestow. The employer-employee relationship is another example, as is, to a lesser extent, the teacher-student.
There are many such relationships which bear the common bond that one partner demands and receives what he or she wants, but rather than discussing them in abstract terms, let us go on to study actual case histories of the phenomenon of the sex bosses.
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CASE HISTORY ONE
Life was easy for Walter, thanks to the fact that his immigrant grandfather started from scratch in the New World and had developed a flourishing shoe manufacturing business before he died and left it to Walter's father who added other leather lines, expanded the business, then, like his father, died in his early fifties and left it to Walter.
Walter had the advantage of a university education, a degree in business administration, and had the ability to further expand the business, but he had no intention of doing that. Convinced that he too would die young, he determined to operate the business efficiently, but not devote his life to expanding it.
The business, as he saw it, would serve him while he gave it only enough of his time and energy to keep it running smoothly. There were good men under him who knew the business well and he didn't hesitate to delegate authority.
He was just thirty years old when he inherited it and, telling himself that his life may already be half over, he determined to use the business for all it was worth. More than just money was involved though, he thought as he went from department to department, observing the many female employees, some of them very attractive. He saw himself as a feudal lord and the women as his serfs, to serve him in ways not mentioned in the original hiring agreement.
It wasn't that he couldn't get sex at home. He had married on graduation from college, had a wife and two children. But even in the selection of a wife, he had paid attention to the example set by his forbears.
like his father and grandfather before, he had married a quiet, meek, reasonably attractive young woman who had led a very sheltered life and depended on the authority of her husband, never questioning it, never wanting to.
Their wedding night had been a shock to her. Until then, he had been the perfect gentleman, never uttering a word in her presence that was even a bit off color, but as the hotel door closed behind them that night, Walter showed her a totally new person.
To his credit, he did take time to kiss her, a kiss of fierce passion, as he fondled her bottom through her dress, then he began undressing and when he stopped, he was stark naked and his bride was looking at the first penis she had ever seen. It looked so big and strong, so somehow capable of violence, that she trembled with fear.
"You like my big, strong cock, do you?" he asked with a grin as he waved it at her. "I can see you're trembling for it. You won't have long to wait. I'm really anxious to open up your virginal little cunt with it. Your first fuck will be something you'll remember for a long time."
"Please, Walter dear," she said, her voice breaking, "I am a virgin and I'm afraid. Please don't rush me. I need time."
"Just leave everything to me, dear," he told her as he opened the top of her dress. "I have the experience. I know how it should be done and I'll teach you. You're afraid, I can understand that, but waiting will make you more so, will give you too much time to think and dread."
She almost resisted, but not quite, as Walter took her dress off, then fondled the cups of her bra and squeezed a little too hard.
"Wait until I've sucked those firm tits of yours," he told her. "I'll have you so horny that you'll want me to ram my prick up your cunt and fuck you. All you have to do is relax and let me show you what sex is all about."
While he talked, he took her half slip off and his hands went to her panties, one in her crotch, the other fondling buttocks through sheer nylon.
"Christ, dear, you're going to be great. What a lovely ass you have and your cunt feels nice and warm already. Do you like the way I rub your pussy?"
"Yes darling," she lied, "only please be gentle."
Panting with excitement, he took her bra and panties off, ignoring her garter belt and nylons, then they were in bed and the rest became a blurred image, except for the pain which was very real, much too distinct against the blurred background of the words and acts.
". . . the way tits should be sucked, baby . . . just little bites . . . finger up your butt-hole . . . cock up there one of these days . . . nice ass fucking . . . those legs open . . . there . . . feel that finger in your cunt . . . open wide for my face, baby . . . suck your cunt . . . make it slippery . . . shit, nothing wrong with sucking cunts and cocks . . . keep still . . . SLAP . . . SLAP . . . keep that crotch open, baby . . . suck cunt . . . lick it . . . "
As his face pressed into her crotch, she closed her eyes and tried to tell herself that it was all right for a husband to do that to his wife, but it didn't work, her background didn't permit her to accept it and so there was no pleasure for her as his mouth sucked and his tongue was inside her slit, licking lustily. Her buttocks tingled a little from the two smacks he had given them and she knew he meant it when he said that if she didn't do as he wanted, he would take her over his lap and give her a hard spanking.
She knew all about spankings since she had received many of them right up until the time she left her parental home to marry Walter. She didn't want to endure one on her wedding night, didn't want the people in adjoining rooms of the hotel to hear the sounds of slapping and crying, so she submitted as he lapped in her crotch until he could wait no longer, then he was heavy as he lay on her, but weight wasn't the real factor, nor after his thrusting penis had ruptured her hymen and he went on to hump her until he fired his load and was content for the time being.
Through the rest of their honeymoon and into their marriage, Walter couldn't understand why his wife was such a "lousy lay." She would lie back and let him do what he wanted with her body, would lie still as he rode her with his big penis stretching her vagina. She drew the line at allowing him to bugger her and also refused to take his penis in her mouth.
What the hell, Walter told himself, I can get all the ass fucking and blow jobs I want. She's a good hostess, a good cook, she'll be a reasonably good mother. I'll screw her once in a while to keep her from getting suspicious, but I'll get my tail, the real stuff, from broads who know what it's all about and who enjoy it.
He adapted quickly to that life and found it filled with pleasure, his kind of pleasure. He had a beautiful home which his wife managed well, a place to entertain his friends and business associates, his wife developed into a good hostess and mother to their two children, and he had all the sex he could handle, free wheeling, swinging sex. The one flaw was that he didn't dare make out with women who worked in the plant.
His father knew Walter was chasing and didn't mind, that, as he saw it, was Walter's business, but he made it very clear that Walter was to keep his hands off the employees.
Walter made one slip, word got back to his father and then there was a very brief meeting between father and son. The gist of it was that if Walter slipped in that department just one more time, his father would change his will and leave the plant to the employees, to be operated on a co-operative basis. Walter got the message and went elsewhere in search of fun and games.
And then, when Walter was just thirty, his father obligingly died and all the rules changed.
His late father's secretary was an efficient, plump woman in her late fifties, but despite her efficiency, she would have to go. Considering her record of loyalty and efficiency, Walter decided that rather than just firing her, he would give her an early pension, but not until he had found just the right woman to replace her.
He checked personnel records and looked over the crop of available young women, the beautiful ones who looked like they would be good in bed or for impromptu sessions in the privacy of his office.
Female employees were delighted to be taken out by the owner of the plant. In addition to his status as owner, he was also handsome, charming and had unlimited money to spend in the best restaurants and hotels.
In addition to the usual and unusual sexual things, he did a lot of talking with the women he dated and then he found the one who appeared to be just right for the job of personal secretary.
"I can keep up with you as far as you care to go," the candidate told him as they rested, sipping drinks after a wild sexual bout. "If there's anything I haven't done with either males or females, it's because I haven't thought of it."
It was what Walter had been waiting to hear. Marion had the basics of beauty, humor and warmth, that she was a swinger, completed the picture. Just twenty-three, she had begun her sexual career at fourteen and had learned a lot along the way. They talked at length and she convinced him that she would be ready to play whenever he was and in any way he wanted, and that she wouldn't be jealous about what he did with other women, whether she was on the scene or not.
To prove her point, she met Walter at a motel the next evening-, a beautiful but nervous looking nineteen-year-old girl in tow. After a drink and some conversation, during which
Walter fondled Marion's body and thighs, he sat back and sipped at his drink while Marion took the girl to the bed, they stripped each other naked, then romped through a wild session of lesbian lust.
To Walter, it was the wildest sexual adventure ever and before the evening ended, he informed Marion that she had the job. Before doing so though, he stripped and had Marion go down on the girl again, this time with her head in the warm young crotch and her bottom arched high.
Kneeling behind her, he played with her buttocks and thighs for a while, explored her crotch with his hand and then he slipped his rod into her and rode her behind with glee while she went on lapping in the crotch of the girl.
When Walter told his inherited secretary that he wanted a meeting with her in the office the following evening, she was apprehensive, to say the least, but she had no choice but to go along with it.
"I need a younger secretary," he told her as he sat on the corner of his desk, looking at her big legs and wondering how big her thighs and buttocks would be. "I doubt that after having been the top woman in the organization, you'd settle for a transfer to another department."
"No, Walter, I couldn't. I've made too many enemies along the way. They'd never let me live it down. Please don't do that to me."
"I won't, Bess. There are two alternatives and the choice is yours. The first is that you may retire tomorrow on full pension, seven years early. The other is that you just resign."
"I don't understand, Walter. What choice is there? Of course I'd be delighted with full pension early. If I were to resign, I'd be in a desperate position."
"That's what I thought, Bess," he told her and smiled. "Early pension is yours if you want it. I've often looked at you and wondered what you look like under your dress. Your body is big and I'd like to see it, like to feel it."
"My God Walter, you can't mean that. I'm an old woman. You have all the young women you want. Please don't do this to me."
"I'm sorry, Bess, but that's the way it is. Think it over, I have to go to the washroom. Give me your answer when I come back."
In the spacious private washroom which adjoined the bedroom and living room he had constructed immediately after his father's death, Walter stripped naked and felt his stiff organ throbbing at the prospect of humiliating the older woman. It wasn't that she had ever done anything to deserve it, just that she had been a part of his father's way of life and it was a way of striking back. Besides that, she had always been so proper, so correct in everything. To see her stripping naked was going to be to be a wild sexual thrill. If she refused, he would be frustrated and angry and would fire her on the spot to punish her for depriving him of his erotic pleasure.
Alone in the office where she had spent so many years, good years, working for Walter's father, the woman cried, then thought. Mostly she thought about suicide, but that was out of the question. Her aged mother and older sister were still alive, neither was well and both needed her, so the escape of death was deprived her. When she saw that there was no alternative, she decided to accept his depraved offer, then said a prayer, asking for strength to withstand the ordeal.
She gave a gasp as he walked naked into the office and she saw his stiff, twitching organ.
"Please, Walter, you said you wanted to see me strip naked, wanted to feel me. You didn't say anything about more than that."
"Oh, I suppose I thought that was assumed, Bess. Have you decided?"
"I had decided to submit to your cruel demand, Walter, but I can't go that far. Irm a virgin, please don't ask me to change that at my age. I couldn't do that, I'd have to kill myself instead," she bluffed, hoping it would work.
"I didn't know you were a virgin, Bess. All right, you will still be a virgin when you leave. Take your dress off."
Tears threatened to flow, but the woman managed to keep them under control as she fumbled with the openings of her dress, then she stood before him in a black slip which bulged to conform with the jutting breasts and buttocks.
"This is even more thrilling than I'd expected," he told her as he went to her and felt breasts and buttocks, but the bra and girdle interfered so he stopped, then crouched beside her and looked up under her slip to see her big thighs below the black girdle. "I've often wanted to look up your dress, Bess," he told her, then raised it and fondled big thighs which lacked the firmness of youth, yet which were not unpleasant to fondle.
When he told her to take her slip off, she turned her back to him and complied, then he was rubbing the skin of her back, smooth skin which felt good under his hands as he rubbed and felt her trembling with fear and humiliation.
"I really like the way you fill your bra and girdle," he told her, then his hands moved lower. "I like the way your big thighs stretch the tops of your nylons. Christ, they're big. What a shame you've never had a man's face between them, sucking your cunt and making you come with his tongue up your slit."
"Please, Walter, I'm a religious woman. Please don't say things like that."
"Don't worry, Bess, words won't hurt you and I'm not going to fuck you. Take your bra off now and show me how big your tits are."
"I'll take it off if you insist, Walter," she told him and turned to face him, finding a reserve of strength she didn't know was there, welcoming it to see her through the terrible ordeal. "Do you think my breasts look at least a little attractive in my bra?"
"I think they look very attractive, Bess. I love the way you fill your bra."
"If I take my bra off, they will sag, Walter. I'm an old woman. You may find that they will spoil your mood of pleasure."
"I see what you mean, Bess," he told her after a brief pause. "All right, I'll fondle your bra a bit, then we'll get on with the show."
He rubbed and squeezed the big cups, saw white skin between, then pressed his face between the cups of her bra to kiss and lick there, wondering if it was causing her to feel any arousal at all, wishing she would suddenly become wildly aroused and beg him to take her virginity, then he told himself be was dreaming a foolish dream.
"Take your girdle down now, Bess. Do it slowly and keep your panties in place to be taken down later. Turn your back and work the girdle down very slowly. Don't hurry it or I'll get angry. If you make me angry, I may have to give you a strapping on your bare butt with my belt. I've never spanked or strapped such a big butt and it could be a lot of fun, Bess."
Getting the message clearly, the big woman slowly peeled the girdle down, keeping her panties in place as best she could.
"There, stop there, Bess," he told her when the girdle stretched across her big thighs, well below her behind. "Snug your panties up nice and tight, let them bind a little in your crotch. In case you're wondering why I don't have you take your girdle right off, it's because I like the way those nylons caress your thighs."
She snugged her panties around her and then Walter was feasting his eyes on the big cheeks and the shadowy crack through the stretched, black nylon. He was surprised at the black, rather than pristine white lingerie and then he wondered whether she sometimes enjoyed solo sessions of sex, doing with a finger what no man had ever been permitted to do with a penis.
Moving closer to the woman, he fondled her massive behind for a while, then announced that he was going to take down her panties. He thought he heard a faint sobbing sound, but couldn't be sure, then he was crouched behind her and he was slowly taking per panties down, baring skin that was starkly white on both sides of the deep valley which his eyes tried to probe. Panting with arousal as he lowered the panties until they nestled atop the lowered girdle.
"Oh, what a sight," he said as he stood, then hands were fondling the naked buttocks of the woman who stood bent over his desk, her hands gripping the edge of it.
But while he was the only one to comment on it, he was not the only one who was enjoying it. Behind the closed door to his private quarters, Marion stood on a chair, looking and listening through the holes which had been drilled above the door as a part of the decor. When not in use, they were covered by a painting, but through the performance, they were very much in use as was the finger which worked in the young woman's vagina as she stood with her panties lowered, warning herself to be very quiet each time she induced another orgasm with the stroking finger.
"Now Bess, it's almost over," Walter told the woman as he went on fondling her buttocks, one finger running slowly up the valley between the puffy white cheeks. "Rest your arms on the desk and move your feet as wide apart as your girdle will permit."
Having gone that far, she obeyed without protest, then Walter was crouched behind her, staring hotly up, seeing not only her anal ring, but her vulva as well, a vulva which, despite her age, he thought, had never known the touch of a penis.
"I can see your cunt very clearly, Bess," he told her then reached up to touch it, stroking it lightly, then parting the lips. "It still looks like a nice one," he added and slowly pushed a finger into the slit, then he withdrew the finger as something else came into his mind and he stood.
"Stay just as you are, Bess," he told her, "I shall keep my promise about not fucking you, but I'm going to give you just a little sample of stiff cock. Don't be afraid, I'm not going to fuck you," he repeated, then he was standing close to her arched behind as he held his penis in his hand and rubbed it lightly on her soft vulva until the lips parted and then he was pushing the strong tool lightly.
"Please Walter," she panted, desperation in her tone, "you said you wouldn't do that."
"I'm not going to fuck you, Bess. I just want you to feel the head of a cock inside your cunt. You may be the only virgin who has ever experienced that. Doesn't it stretch your virginal pussy?" he asked as the head seemed to swell inside her slit. "Are you sure you don't really want me to stick it all in and show you what fucking is?"
"I'm very sure, Walter. You promised, remember?"
"Don't worry, Bess, whatever I am, I'm a man of my word," he told her, then took the big organ out of her and she signed lightly with relief.
"Stay just as you are, Bess," Walter told her as he walked around his desk, opened a drawer and picked up the jar of Vaseline he had put their earlier. His hand trembled only a little as he unscrewed it, then took some of the lubricant on the tip of a finger and greased her anal ring, pushing the finger inside to carry some there.
"What are you going to do, Walter?" Bess asked.
"I'm going to slip my prick slowly up your hole and give you a lovely buggering. I've never buggered such a big, white butt."
"But you promised you wouldn't," she reminded him, a little cry in her voice.
"That isn't true, Bess. I promised I wouldn't fuck you. Fucking means sticking a prick in a cunt. All I'm going to do is give your big butt a nice buggering. All you have to do is stand still and take it. It won't hurt. First, Bess, wriggle your big butt for me. That's it, do it some more . . . give me more action . . . there . . . that's the way Bess, make it wiggle."
As he urged the woman on, Walter looked above the door, smiling at the young woman whom he knew was watching the whole performance.
"You may be getting along in years, Bess," Walter told her as he stared at her lubricated anus, "but you have a lovely little arsehole. Get ready now, you are about to discover the joy of taking a big, hard pecker up your hole, the wonderful joy of being buggered."
"Please don't," she begged, but as she said the words, she felt the head of his tool stretching her, then it was inside and her behind was squirming.
"See, Bess? Even if your mind doesn't like the idea of my cock up your arsehole, your butt-likes it, I can tell by the way you're squirming. Here, have another inch of mv big bone," he added, then grunted, tightened the grip of his hands on her hips and gave her another short jab.
He went on pausing and jabbing until he had the full length of his weapon inside her, then he paused and she felt it throbbing there, felt so terribly stretched that it was almost painful.
And then he was riding her big behind, his hard penis working in and out, panting with delight as he heard her whimpering, making his tummy spank her big buttocks with every stroke.
At the outset, he had planned on giving her the full treatment, had planned to shoot his load up her bowel, but as he felt the charge building, he bad an idea which excited him even more. Timing it perfectly, he stroked until he was on the verge of shooting, then he pulled his member out of her, held it strongly, and then his semen was shooting over the upper slopes of her big buttocks as her whimpering came very close to being crying.
He directed the spurting fluid over both cheeks, then squeezed his softening penis and wiped the final drops in the valley. As the thick fluid began to trickle down her buttocks, he used both hands to smear it all over her behind, leaving it totally smeared with semen and sticky, then he slowly pulled her panties up to cover it.
"There, Bess," he said with a smile, "we're all finished now. You may pull your girdle up. You may have gotten through life without taking semen inside your body, but at least you know now how it feels to have it shot and rubbed all over your ass. You will probably find your panties sticky when you take them off tonight, but you'll manage," he said, smiling as the woman straightened up and, without speaking, began tugging her girdle up over her sticky panties.
She was in such a hurry to leave that she didn't put her slip on, tucking it into her purse, then she put her dress on and, without stopping to fasten it, she said good night and walked out of the office.
Walter hurried to join his new secretary in his private suite, then she was in his arms and they were kissing as arousal surged strongly for both of them.
"What the hell," he said as he stepped back and saw that her panties had fallen around her ankles.
"I hope you didn't think I was going to watch a show like that without fingering my pussy," she told him then stepped out of her panties and kicked them away as their laughter rang through the room, then she stripped naked and settled down to getting him another erection. Stopping as she realized where his penis had been, she took him to the bathroom and carefully washed and dried it for him, then they went back into action.
"Every time I play that tape, darling," she told him, "I'm going to recall the whole incident and my panties will get wet."
"What the hell tape are you talking about?" he asked, puzzled.
"Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you, dear. I left your intercom turned on and taped the whole show. I only wish I had been able to film it as well."
"Why you beautiful, brilliant bitch. That was a beautiful idea."
"I have more, lover. We can tape record all kinds of sex romps here and with your money, you could bring in a crew of experts and have the whole place wired so that you could photograph anything you want, either on film or videotape. I don't know that much about it but I'm sure it wouldn't be difficult."
"Jesus Christ, Marion," he enthused, "you haven't even started working as my secretary yet and already you've got your first big raise."
"Have I, lover? What a darling man you are. Would you like me to suck your cock or anything?"
"I'd like that a lot," he told her as he fell back on the couch and she went to work on him, her mouth warm and wet as it confined his penis until it was hard, then she went on sucking until her mouth was much wetter and she was swallowing his spurting semen.
Marion spread the word among the young female employees that any attractive young woman who wanted to advance her career should request an appointment with Walter, after working hours.
The first applicant was a young woman of twenty-two who worked on the line and wanted a job driving one of the company's light trucks. She finished her shift at four, showered and changed, then presented herself at his private office.
Walter kept her chatting easily until she got over her nervousness, then she told him how she wanted to change her job and be a truck driver. Smiling, he went to sit on couch and then she was sitting beside him and he had an arm around her as he looked at what her mini failed to hide. Although she wasn't a big woman, she had big thighs, something Walter appreciated very much, then he was feeling one and thinking of how good her bare thighs would feel when his face was between them.
"So you want to drive a truck, do you?" he asked and gave the thigh a squeeze while his other hand did the same to a breast. "Let's see if we can think of some words that rhyme with truck."
"Well, there's luck," she said with a nervous grin. "I guess I'll need that to change jobs."
"Not really, dear," he told her and his hand moved a little higher up her thigh, discovering that she wore pantyhose rather than garter belt and nylons. "I think there's another word more appropriate, let's see, oh yes, it's fuck. This is a case where fuck works better than luck."
"Do we . . . have to be so plain about it?"
"Yes dear, we do because that's the way I like it. I want to strip you naked and fuck you. Now think of one more word that rhymes with truck. Think of what I'd do if I had my face in your warm crotch."
"S . . . suck," she stammered.
"You're getting better. That's right, I'd suck your cunt and make it wet and slippery so that my big prick would slip easily up your slit."
As his hand moved higher until progress was blocked by the meeting of her big thighs, he gave a gentle push, she sighed, then parted her legs more widely and as his hand pressed in the warmth of her crotch, he kissed her on the mouth and she responded beautifully.
"Let's go to my room now, dear," he told her and they got off the couch and walked to the door.
An arm around her waist, he led her to the bedroom where she emitted a gasp at the sight of Marion who stood beside the bed, smiling, naked except for a black garter belt and sheer nylons.
"It's all right, dear," Walter told the trembling young woman, "Marion is my personal assistant in all things. She will undress me and then take your clothes off for you. I love to watch a woman being undressed."
While the young woman stood watching, Marion moved to the man and calmly stripped him naked, holding a big, very stiff penis in her hand and smiling as she waved it at the visitor.
"Take my word for it, Ruth, this cock not only looks good, it is good. He really knows how to use it to make a pussy purr like a kitten. Come give it a squeeze."
For a moment, Ruth stood as though rooted, then she went to Walter, hesitated, then closed a gentle hand around the throbbing organ.
"Does it feel good, Ruth?" Walter asked.
"Yes."
"It will feel much better when it's stuffed in your cunt. By the way, do you like sucking cocks?"
"I . . . I sometime suck my boyfriend's. Yes, I guess I like it. Will you want me to suck yours?"
"Yes dear, although it may not be today. Let Marion strip you now, dear. Oh, by the way, if you come to visit me again, wear a garter belt and nylons. I don't like pantyhose."
"Yes sir," she replied, eagerly. "I'm sorry."
"That's all right dear, Marion will take your pantyhose off anyway and I'm sure I'll like what I see then."
Picking up the drink he had left earlier, Walter sat and watched as his secretary began undressing the very nervous young woman. After taking her dress off, Marion posed the visitor so that her boss enjoyed the sight of her in different positions, then she removed her bra to bare breasts which were not big, but were, Walter and Marion agreed aloud, very beautiful. "They are nice and firm too," Marion told him as she caught one in each hand and squeezed as she stood close behind Ruth, her tummy pressed against the swelling seat of the pantyhose as Ruth squirmed in what appeared to be discomfort.
"Don't you like having your tits played with?" Walter asked, giving his penis a couple of jerks.
"Yes, but no woman has ever touched them before."
"You'll learn, Ruth. Women are people too, you know and they have hands and mouths just like men, only usually more gentle. Marion, show her what I mean. Give those lovely tits a little sucking."
A little gasp of protest or despair broke from her as Marion eagerly moved around her, then bent and sucked a firm breast into her mouth and sucked it until the pink nipple hardened nicely, then she moved her mouth away so that Walter could see what she had achieved.
"That was very nice, Ruth. You feed your other tit into her mouth. Hold it from below and push it into her mouth now."
Ruth gave another little cry, but then she fed the breast into Marion's wide open mouth and surprised them by sighing as Marion sucked, a look of passion appearing on her face.
"You see, Ruth, you do like having your tits sucked by a woman, don't you."
"Yes. I didn't know."
"Turn her around, Marion and take her pantyhose off. I'm glad to see she isn't wearing panties under them," he said, then Marion disconnected herself from the breast as Walter stared at the freshly sucked nipple, then Ruth turned her back to him, Marion crouched beside her, enjoyed a feel of her plump buttocks, then began peeling the pantyhose down very slowly, the way her boss liked it.
"I knew she'd have a lovely ass," Walter said as Marion continued to bare it slowly. "One day, I'm going to get my cock between those beautiful cheeks. Have you ever been ass fucked, Ruth?"
"No."
"Keep it that way, dear. Keep your pretty little hole virginal until I'm ready to bury my cock in it and fuck you up the beautiful butt. I'll use Vaseline and it will be an exciting fuck."
When the pantyhose was well below Ruth's smooth bottom, Marion had her bend from the waist and hold the pose so that Walter could enjoy viewing her little anal ring and her warm looking vulva. As he did, his hand moved on his penis, priming it for action as lust gripped him completely. While he continued to stare, Marion stripped the garment down nice legs and helped Ruth step out of it, beautifully naked and a little nervous, adding to Walter's delight.
Walter enjoyed sex in any form, but he especially liked it when the woman trembled with nervousness as Ruth did, or with fear and humiliation as the big, older secretary had done when he debased and buggered her and splattered semen over her naked behind.
"Take our naked beauty to the bed, Marion," Walter told her. "I want you to help me prepare her for a beautiful fucking. Together, we'll make that body glow and then I'll bury my cock in her hot, juicy cunt. I'm dying to see that beautiful body squirming with passion."
Walter watched two magnificent asses in motion and then the women were lying on the bed and he got up with a look of passion on his face, his penis twitching with eagerness and went to join them.
To Ruth's surprise, he took Marion in his arms and they kissed passionately, then he released her and it was Ruth's turn to be embraced, to feel his hard organ pressing against her thighs as he kissed her, his tongue probing her mouth excitingly, making her feel it was going to get better and better as it went along and that she would want to return to his suite for more.
"I'll work on her tits for a while, Marion," Walter said after the long protracted kiss. "You feel up her thighs and pussy and anything else you can reach."
Ruth's mind wanted to resist having her body fondled by a woman, but her body didn't mind at all as Walter fondled and sucked her breasts beautifully, while gentle female hands moved thrillingly over her belly and thighs, then her legs parted and a smooth hand rubbed gently on her pussy as she squirmed in passion greater than anything she had ever known. Passion leaped higher for Ruth as, for the first time in her life, she felt the finger of a woman probing excitingly in her slit, then, as she felt that she was approaching climax, Walter took his hands and mouth off her breasts and Marion withdrew the finger from her vagina.
"She's hot and juicy, dear," Marion told her boss. "I think I had her very close to coming."
"Oh God, yes," Ruth confirmed with a groan. "Just a few seconds more would have done it."
"Don't worry, Ruth," Walter told her as he and his secretary changed positions. "I'll make you come soon."
While Marion eagerly went to work on Ruth's lovely breasts, Walter stared into her crotch, then decided to tease her a little by feeling her tummy and thighs, not her pussy as he knew she wanted. While she sighed with mounting passion, he bent her knees up, then worked his hands under her to fondle silken smooth nether cheeks a while.
Ruth was begging for it when his hand finally went into her crotch, he rubbed the warm lips lovingly, then slowly worked a finger into a tight little slit and she cried out. At the same moment, Marion took a long, hard nipple between her lips and worked on it.
Orgasm had remained waiting in the wings for Ruth, and then it swept over her and carried her right out of the world, to some new and exciting place where she glowed with ecstasy and wanted to remain forever.
"Have a nice come, dear?" Walter asked her.
"It was better than nice," she told him and sighed.
"That was only your first, dear. Your second will be even better and so will your third and fourth and all the rest of them.
"Oh my God, I don't think I could stand all that, it would kill me or at least wear out my pussy."
"No, baby, each come you have will just make you hungry for another one. Watch, I'll show you what I mean," he said, then his mouth was on her vulva and she was moaning as he sucked and lapped until she climaxed again.
Deciding to rest, he turned her over to Marion and watched as his secretary went down on her and used mouth and tongue to give her yet another beautiful orgasm. He allowed the women only a short rest, then Ruth protested only a little as Marion guided them into the sixty-nine position and then each was lapping greedily in the crotch of the other.
Ruth had been reluctant in the beginning, but she quickly changed her attitude as she thrilled to the warmth of having her face in the smooth, warm crotch of a woman, her tongue licking inside a juicy organ while the same thing was happening to her, and then they were climaxing, Ruth just a little ahead of Marion, going on licking the hard clit all the way through her delightful orgasm.
"Do you think Ruth's pussy is slippery enough for a fuck now?" Walter asked.
"If it isn't now it never will be," Marion told him with a little laugh.
"Good, but I've changed my mind. I think I'll just be lazy and let her fuck me so I can watch those lovely tits bouncing," he said, then lay back on the bed with a sigh.
"Have you ever sat on a man's cock to fuck him?" Marion asked, and when Ruth said she hadn't, she told her it was easy and fun.
With Marion directing, the naked beauty was soon in position, then she waited as Marion held Walter's throbbing bone and guided the head to the slippery entrance, then Ruth was sighing as she lowered her body slowly and impaled herself on it.
"God, that was beautiful," Ruth said with awe as she sat on him and felt his penis throbbing inside her. "No cock ever felt so thrilling going into me."
"It was great for me too, dear. Your cunt is tight and hot and juicy. Fuck me now, but do it slowly, just ride up and down my pole and let those pretty tits dance for me."
Panting, Ruth began riding the man as he lay with his hands under his head, playing the role of king and loving it as he watched and felt the exciting act of intercourse, then he sensed that the end of the ride was approaching.
"I'm going to come again," Ruth panted as she rode a little more rapidly, "I'm going to come."
That being the case, Walter held his charge back and then her lovely bottom was grinding on him as she climaxed and he let his charge blast into her, delighting her even more, since it was a miracle she had never achieved while having sex with her lover.
When she was ready to get up, Marion produced a towel and found good use for it as juice trickled freely from Ruth's crotch, liberally wetting her thighs and Walter's belly and pubic hair.
Marion poured drinks for the three of them and they chatted, then Ruth admitted that she had a date for that evening and Walter told her she could leave and that he would invite her back again.
"Anytime you want," she told him with feeling. "I only thought I knew what sex was about."
When she began to put her pantyhose on, he told her to turn her back to him to do it. "Stop right there," he told her as the sight of her arched behind, the pantyhose covering the lower half of it, caused him to feel an exciting stirring in his loins and he changed his mind about letting her leave.
"Do you want me to take my pantyhose off?" Ruth asked as he dropped to his knees behind her and fondled the exposed portion of her behind, then pulled the garment down a little lower.
"No, just like this will be fine," he replied, then turned to Marion and told her to get the Vaseline.
"Does that mean you're going to stick your prick up my ass?"
"That's right, dear. Are you afraid."
"Just a little."
"That's nice," he told her as he .parted her plump buttocks and teased her anus with the tip of a finger. "I love it when I bugger a woman for the first time and I can tell she's afraid. It makes it more exciting for me. My tool is very hard now. I'll push it slowly up your butt and give you a slow ass fucking."
When Marion returned with the lubricant, he watched as she prepared the other woman's anus, lubricating it just a little so that the penis wouldn't slip in too easily, then she stepped back.
Taking Ruth to the bed, Walter had her kneel with her head down and her behind up, beautifully presented. While he played with her bottom, he had Marion finger Ruth's vagina to get her nicely aroused, then he was ready.
"Brace yourself, dear," Walter told her as he guided the head of his penis into the valley of her bottom, then it was pressing against the little pink ring. He paused a moment, then slowly began pushing the swollen head into a thrillingly tight aperture.
"Oh no," Ruth groaned as she felt her anal ring stretch, "it's too big . . . you'll split me . . . no . . . no . . . nooooooooo," she groaned, thrilling the man wildly as he slowly fed his rod into her while she continued to protest and beg him to take it out of her.
"Ahhh," he sighed as he buried it to the hilt and then pulled her satiny smooth bottom back against him, "what joy it is to open a tight little arsehole like yours, Ruth. It thrills me even more than fucking a virginal cunt. You can just relax now and I'll give you a beautifully slow fuck up the butt. Here we go."
Although he knew she wouldn't try to get away, he held her with both hands, his grip tight as he stroked slowly, spanking her with his tummy as the big organ worked in and out of her stretched hole, then she stopped protesting and, before long, was panting with pleasure and urging him on.
"Oh yes . . . give it to me . . . your cock is so big in my asshole . . . fuck my ass . . . I love it . . . I want it . . . fuck my poop hole . . . oh it's so good . . . so good . . . sooooo good."
Her reaction thrilled him as he went on riding very slowly, then he decided to step up the pace and as she watched, Marion was amazed at the speed with which he pistoned his hard member in and out of the formerly tight ring while Ruth urged him on, panting as she tried to tell how good it felt, until, able to hold, his charge back no longer, he rammed his penis into her, pulled her behind tightly against him, then it was his turn to pant and groan as he fired his charge into the thrillingly tight hole and drained himself.
"Stay in her hole, dear," Marion told him, then she got a finger into Ruth's crotch, found her clitoris and went on to stroke it until climax swept over her.
As time went on, Walter confirmed over and over again that Marion had Taeen the perfect choice of secretary. They planned seductions together, devised wild deviations to add to their pleasure and, following her advice, he had his living quarters and office totally equipped so that he could video tape with sound, anything he wanted without others knowing that it was happening.
He continues to stock his company with attractive young women and life has become a series of one exciting day after another. While the business isn't expanding, it continues healthy and so does he.
In addition to the exciting life he enjoys, Walter has a selling tool which neither his father or grandfather ever had. When buyers from out of town visit, he entertains them in his private suite with Marion as his hostess, appropriately clad in bra and panties, while they view his erotic tapes. When her bra and panties are removed and she offers the buyers even more intimate services, Walter delights in watching, telling himself how great it is to own people as other people own pets.
CASE HISTORY TWO
At thirty-five, Helen had almost adjusted to her life as a divorcee, was surely happier than she had been during her marriage or in the period immediately following the divorce.
Before her marriage at the age of twenty-six, she'd had a few affairs, had enjoyed sex, but hadn't found a man who met the high standards she set. And then she met what seemed to be the right man. He was intelligent, reasonably good looking, had a sense of humor and they were great together, sexually. He had been married once before, but was divorced.
Their marriage was good and they talked about having children, but decided to wait a couple of years. Helen would have preferred starting on a family right away, but went along with him in waiting.
They had been married more than a year before Helen noticed the change in him. Where he had previously been a wonderful lover, he began getting lazy so that when he made love to her, he would indulge in only a little fore-play, move onto the main event, fire his charge, then leave her feeling frustrated.
The act she had always enjoyed most was cunnilingus and he had been a skilled practitioner of the erotic art, but there too he had become lazy, doing it only when she asked or strongly hinted for it. Even when he did it, it lacked the zest it used to have.
Looking at herself first, in looking for the reason for it, she was able to confirm that her figure was just as good as it had been when she met him and that she was always careful about her body and her lingerie being clean and fresh, so that those things couldn't have been turning him off.
After that, she took the more positive step of trying to discuss the problem with him. He assured her that he still loved her, but beyond that, he was vague, talking about a lessening of his sex drive and of how they couldn't expect the honeymoon to go on forever.
For the next few weeks he was his old self again, ardent as they necked in the living room, fondling her and gradually undressing her on the comfortable couch, then going down on her and licking her to delightful orgasm. After that, they would make love on the thick carpet or she would bend over a chair and he would get his penis into her from behind in what they called a knee trembler.
Helen was elated that their love had been revived and congratulated herself on having faced the issue squarely, then his interest began to wane and she noticed that he was again just going through the motions when they made love.
When she again tried to discuss it with him, her husband became angry, telling her she was becoming a nympho and that he couldn't keep up with her demands. Through the anger, she thought she read guilt and it was that, more than anything, which worried her.
A few days later, Helen knew she was in trouble when she checked the pockets of his suit before sending it to the cleaners and found a motel key in a jacket pocket. She recognized the name of the motel, a place on the edge of town which attracted the one night stand types.
After the initial shock wore off, Helen poured a drink and tried to cope with the problem. She reasoned that her husband was too precise a man to just forget a motel key in his pocket, then recalled that he had seemed a bit strange that morning when he asked her to send the brown suit to the cleaners.
Her thought process went on to tell her that either consciously or subconsciously, he was trying to tell her something, that something being that he had another woman and no longer needed or wanted her.
That afternoon, he phoned to tell her that his plans had changed so that he would be home for dinner after all. When he arrived home, she had chilled martinis ready, she poured two and they sat in the living room.
"Did you send my suit to the cleaners?" he asked and his tone was almost childishly eager.
"Yes dear and I found the key you left for me."
"I don't understand," he told her with a puzzled frown.
"Let's be adult about this, dear," she told him. "You made such an issue of my sending your suit to the cleaners, you were so eager just now when you asked if I had, it's so obvious that it's silly to deny it. So you were shacked up in a cheap motel with some floozie. You could have at least shown class by taking her to a better place that that."
"You act as though you aren't even angry," he said, still wearing the puzzled frown.
"Anger isn't going to contribute anything, is it? I'm hurt and I understand now why you became such a lazy lover with me. You just didn't have the energy left. Is she a lot more beautiful than I?"
"She's just eighteen," he said and lowered his gaze.'
"My God, how can I compete with that?"
"It isn't just that, Helen," he said, then went on to tell how he had finally learned that he could never be true to any one woman, that there was always the desire to see and feel a strange body, the excitement of something new.
"Helen, perhaps you were right and we should start a family right now. Perhaps that would cure me of this damn problem once and for all."
"Thanks, but no thanks," Helen replied. "You don't produce children to cure things, you bring them into an atmosphere of love and warmth and security so that they may develop into healthy, well adjusted human beings."
"What then?" he asked.
"Obviously divorce. We tried something and it just didn't work. Now is the time to make the break, while we can still talk to each other like civilized human beings. I still have my career and I'm young, I can make a life for myself."
Helen wasn't as calm and composed as she seemed, but she managed to contain her tears until late that night when her husband was asleep and she went to the living room to cry.
It was a simple divorce and was over in a hurry. She wanted no settlement from him, the house was hers, having inherited it from her grandparents when she was still in college. She went on with her teaching career and told herself she would adjust quickly.
When dates were offered, she found herself refusing, afraid of getting emotionally involved and being hurt again. She kept telling herself she'd get over it and would see men again, but months and then years passed and she kept refusing dates until, gradually, men stopped trying.
Helen had begun masturbating before her marriage officially ended. It wasn't what she really wanted, but it met the hungers which plagued her. When she began adding sexual fantasies to the act, it became better.
One evening, while preparing to go to her bedroom for a session of solo sex, she spotted the candles in the dining room. Taking one from the candelabra, she ran it through her hand and told herself it would be interesting to give it a try. It wasn't as thick as a stiff penis, but it was long and hard and should do the job, she reasoned.
In her bedroom, she carefully drew the drapes and then stripped naked. Opening, the lower drawer of her dresser, she took out the magazines she had been collecting, highly erotic magazines with photographs of men and women involved in various sexual acts.
While most of the pictures depicted intercourse, oral or anal sex or lesbianism, a number of them showed naked men and women spanking. The one which most interested her snowed a big, bare-breasted woman spanking the buttocks of a naked male who seemed to be only a teenager. Although she had never spanked, she found it easy to cast herself in the role of the woman.
When she had been about twelve years old, she had hidden behind a clump of bushes and watched as a woman spanked the bare bottoms of her son and daughter, both a little older than she.
It seemed the woman had followed them into the woods behind their house and had caught them playing doctor. In her anger, she couldn't wait to get them home, but scolded and spanked them then and there.
After both had been soundly spanked, the woman forced the girl to wrap her arms around a tree, her pants and panties at her ankles, then she broke off a switch and lashed her outraged buttocks and her smooth thighs until they were a network of angry red lines and the girl's throat was rough from her crying.
When the family left, Helen lowered her panties and for the first time in her young life, masturbated and enjoyed a strong orgasm which thrilled her. It was always easy to recall that scene in the woods when she looked at spanking pictures and tried to picture what it would be like to spank some timid, submissive young boy on the bare bottom.
A delightfully strong fantasy began to develop and then she picked up the candle and began talking aloud as she worked it into her vagina.
"Yes, you naughty boy, your ass is rosy red from the spanking I gave you, but I'll give you another one if you don't give me a good fucking. That's the way to get your cock in me. Give me some more . . . more . . . that's it, now go to it. Fuck my cunt and make me come or I'll really give your ass a smacking for you."
She maintained the fantasy for a long time and after three or four orgasms, she couldn't be sure of the count, she'd had enough for that evening. Still, as she put the books back into the drawer, she paused for one more look, her attention centered on the picture of the woman giving the bare bottomed boy a spanking.
The next time she indulged in a spanking fantasy she went a step farther. True she had no boy to spank on the bare bottom, but she had a bare bottom of her own, a very smooth, firm, beautiful one, she told herself as she bent a little before the mirror and admired it, then used both hands to fondle the silken skin.
Her magazines folded open to pages which showed bare behinds being spanked, she began another fantasy and this time, she added to the thrill by spanking herself. Helen was amazed at how hard she could slap her buttocks and yet find enjoyment, despite the hot sting. In the course of the long fantasy, she spanked timid little boys and was spanked by them in return.
After she finished masturbating, Helen looked at the reflection of her buttocks in the mirror and saw that she had spanked herself so well that she had left a number of bruises. She told herself she would have to be much more careful in the future, then laughed and told herself it didn't matter since her fantasy partners wouldn't mind at all.
Self spanking became a regular part of her fantasies after that and she experimented with many implements such as' a ruler, a wooden back hair brush, and then she bought a man's leather belt which, doubled, gave her a delightful strapping and marked her buttocks excitingly.
The addition of corporal punishment improved her solo sex immensely and she indulged so freely that her buttocks were rarely without a few bruise marks, and when a look at her reflection in the mirror showed her nether cheeks free of marks, she was horrified at her neglect and quickly did something about it.
One evening, as she was undressing for a solo session, the phone beside her bed rang. Answering it, she heard an interesting male voice who had dialed a wrong number. He told her the number he had meant to dial and she told him it was wrong, then felt a surge of wild arousal.
"I'm sorry for disturbing you," he said politely, his tone rich and exciting, given her mood.
"Oh, it's all right," she told him, trembling, "I was just undressing to give myself a spanking and then diddle my cunt and have lots of nice comes."
"Good for you. I wish I were there to watch."
"Oh I don't think I'd be able to do it with anyone watching, but you may listen if you wish."
"Great. I have the whole evening to myself and it sounds like a lovely way of spending it. Are you naked now?"
"No, I still have my bra and panties on. I'm wearing a garter belt and nylons, but I leave them on."
"What color are your bra and panties?" he asked, his tone warming and becoming even more exciting to her.
"White."
"I'll bet they look beautiful on you. Tell me something about you to help me picture the scene while I'm listening."
"My name is Helen, I'm in my early thirties and I have a rather good figure. I wear a thirty-eight-C bra and my tits are nice and firm. My ass is a bit on the big size, I measure thirty-nine there. The cheeks are well rounded and firm and smooth. It makes such a nice sound when I'm spanking them. My cunt is warm now, but before I finish, it will be hot and juicy."
"How exciting, Helen. Do you always diddle yourself with your finger or do you use other things?"
"I use a candle sometimes, but usually it's my finger."
"Do you ever use a battery operated dildo?"
"No, it sounds exciting though. Still, I can't see myself walking into a store and asking for a dildo."
"Oh, you don't need to do that, Helen. The sexy magazines advertise them and you can buy them by mail. I have a woman friend who-likes more fucking than I can give her, so I brought two of them, different sizes. After I've fucked her and she wants more, I slip one of the dildoes into her pussy and fuck her with it. It buzzes and vibrates as it fucks and she tells me it's delightful."
"Oooh, that sounds exciting, I've got to get one."
"I'll check a magazine and give you the address and all the details. Give me your phone number and I'll call you back tomorrow evening."
"Thanks, but I can't do that," she told him. "Given my phone number, it would be too easy for you to find out who I am."
"Trust me, Helen."
"Please try to understand my position," she told him. "I've never done anything like this before and I'd die of shame if anyone ever found out."
"All right, Helen, call me about this time tomorrow evening and I'll give you the information. What are you going to spank yourself with, your hand?"
"Sometimes I use my hand, other times I use the back of a hair brush or a ruler or a leather soled slipper and sometimes I give myself a strapping with a doubled leather belt. I like them all, they make such lovely sounds and sting my ass so nicely. After a good spanking or strapping, my ass tingles and stays hot for a long time."
"It must hurt, does it make you cry?"
"No, I've tried to make myself really cry but I can't. I fake crying, it's a part of the fantasy," she told him, then went on to explain how she played two roles when spanking herself, using two voices to scold and plead."
"I'm dying to hear it all, Helen. I hope you'll give me a sample of the sound of each implement."
"I shall. I'm going to take my bra off now and play with my tits for a minute before I take my panties off."
Putting the phone down, she removed her bra, then she was talking to him as she fondled her breasts, her tone husky and exciting as passion mounted.
"Is your cock hard?" she asked him.
"It's not only hard, I've taken it out and I'm playing with it."
"Are you going to pull yourself?"
"Yes, but not until this beautiful show is almost over. I want to save it to make everything more exciting. How soon are you going to start spanking?"
"Right now. I'm rubbing my pussy through my panties and it's nice and hot. I'm a teen-aged girl now and my tutor is going to catch me. He'll be very angry because he has told me I'm never to play with my cunt or my tits or anything."
"Will he spank you on the bare butt, Helen?"
"Oh yes and he'll probably make me lie with a pillow under my tummy and give me a strapping with the belt. Sometimes when he straps me, he makes me bend over the foot of the bed with my feet wide apart so he can crouch behind me and look at my little pussy. Oh, I hear him coming now, he's going to catch me," she said with such realism that the man trembled. "I have my hand inside my panties and a finger in my hot little cunt."
While the stranger listened, Helen spun her erotic fantasy in which she was scolded and spanked with her hand, the brush, a ruler and a slipper. Through the phone, the sounds of spanking, scolding and pleading were terribly exciting as was the sound of crying which sounded so real.
"And now," Helen said sternly in her other voice, "I'm going to give your butt a strapping with my belt."
"Oh no, please," she begged, sobbing, "not that, not after that terrible spanking. My ass stings so."
"I'm going to make it sting some more, Helen. I want you bent over the foot of the bed with your feet wide apart. I want to have a good look at that pussy you love to play with, then I'm going to feel it with my hand and after that I'm going to stick my big cock in it and fuck you."
"Oh, you mustn't do that, I'll tell my Mummy," Helen protested.
"Go ahead and tell. I'll fuck her too. That's why she allows me to spank you. It's what I demand as payment for keeping her cunt satisfied."
And then Helen was pleading and crying as the doubled belt began lashing her already red bottom. While he trembled with excitement, his body wet with sweat, the man counted twenty-seven strokes of the belt and would have paid any price to see the naked woman giving herself a strapping, then she was crying more softly as she got onto the bed and, holding the phone in her left hand, she sent her right hand into her crotch.
"He's feeling my cunt," she told the man. "His hand is rubbing over it and now he's parting the lips of it. Oh, he has his cock out and it's so big and hard. He . . . he's sticking his cock in my little cunt now. My cunt is all wet and slippery and his prick is making it stretch. Oh . . . oh . . . oh, he's fucking me now."
Listening as Helen described the act, the man was on the verge of ejaculation, he told her later, and he took his hand off his penis as he listened to her gasp and pant through her first orgasm.
Later, there were two more orgasms, then Helen was standing with her back to the mirror, twisting as she tried to describe her purple flecked, rosy red behind.
It was the man's turn then and she heard him panting as he described his feelings, then began pulling himself. It required only seconds, then he was panting and grunting as he spurted his semen.
She phoned him the following evening and he gave her the details about the battery operated dildo which she ordered that night. She played out another fantasy for him, spanking herself, then masturbating, then he took his turn and pulled himself until he ejaculated. The man again begged to meet her, but she refused.
His offer was tempting, but she reminded herself that he was a man and would use her as long as it served his purposes, then drop her. Rather than face that, she chose to remain in her own private world where she was safe from harm and where fantasy partners served her well and kept her content.
Gradually though, Helen began to want more than just her fantasies, but her need seemed to be a problem with no hope of solution since she still refused to commit herself emotionally to a man.
For a long time, the need remained vague, then when it began to take a more definite form, she was amazed. It came to her one evening when, in her fantasy, she was spanking the bottom of a naked boy. She was naked too and he was highly aroused as he lay on her thighs taking his spanking and crying excitingly. Later in the fantasy, she allowed him to give her a spanking and that too was thrilling for her. When the spanking was finished and she fingered her pussy, then used her vibrator, it was the boy's penis in her and each climax was pure delight.
The only thing that could have made it better, Helen told herself later, was if instead of a fantasy boy, he he had been a real one. That night, she faced the fact that someday, she was going to risk everything and bring home a boy to be seduced and spanked, a boy who could do some things she couldn't achieve in fantasy, notably, press his face into her crotch and bring her to climax with his mouth and tongue.
Over the next few days, she thought much about it and knew that despite the dangers involved, she was going to go ahead with her plan as soon as she could find the right boy. How she was going to achieve that she didn't know, but she knew she would find a boy before too long.
Fate handed her the playmate she wanted in the person of Tom, a shy, quiet, well behaved boy of fourteen.
There had been a stone throwing incident the previous evening, following a scout meeting, and Tom's name was included in the list of five boys who had been seen at the scene of the crime.
The other four admitted their guilt, but Tom kept insisting that he'd had nothing to do with it. The school principal found all five guilty and among other punishments, they were sentenced to two weeks of detentions.
Tom stayed behind after final class and he was in tears as he assured Helen that he'd had nothing to do with it and that he was being unfairly punished.
"I believe you, Tom," she told him, "but as you mature, you'll realize that there are injustices in life. It looks as though you're the victim of one of this time."
He continued to implore her to come to his defense, then explained why the detentions were so painful to him. Regularly, he listened to a radio soap opera and the detentions meant that he would miss it for two weeks.
Helen knew of the program, a very romantic one, and it surprised her that a boy would be interested in it. Only then did she suddenly realize that Tom could be just the boy she was looking for.
"Look, Tom, I'm going to see what I can do for you, but I have to have your word that it will be a secret between us."
"Oh yes," he promised, eagerly. "No matter what, I swear I'll never tell."
"Do you ever get spanked at home, Tom?" she asked, hoping she could hide her excitement.
"No."
"Since your name was on the list, Tom, there is something to be said for some type of punishment. Suppose I could get your detention lifted, would you agree to come to my house on Saturday to receive an old fashioned spanking on the bare ass?"
"Yes," he agreed without hesitation and she thought she saw him trembling.
"And you'll remember your solemn promise to keep this an absolute secret?"
He assured her he would, then she told him to wait while she went to talk to the principal. She returned within five minutes, smiling as she told him he was off the hook and that he could go.
"Remember though," she told him with a smile, "you will pay for this on Saturday when I take your pants and drawers down, take you on my lap and give your bare ass a good spanking."
"Yes, I'll remember," he told her and she saw something in his eyes. She wasn't sure what it was, but she did know that it was not fear, that it was something far removed from that.
Saturday was a busy day for Helen as she did her shopping and housecleaning early, then bathed carefully and dressed in the new lingerie she had purchased for the big event, black bra, panties and garter belt, dark, sheer nylons, black high-heeled shoes and over it all, a black, sheer negligee. When he rang the bell, promptly at two o'clock, she took a sip of her drink, put the glass down and went to answer it.
"Tom," she gasped in pretended surprise as she stood behind the door, "I didn't realize it was so late. When the bell rang I was just getting dressed. Come on in."
He did and his eyes went wide with delighted shock at the sight of her. Through the negligee, he was able to see her bra and panties clearly and he saw her bare skin between, then looked down to admire her thighs.
"I'm sorry you caught me dressed this way, Tom," she told him, "but I didn't have time to put on a dress, I just grabbed what was handy."
"Oh gee, you don't have to be sorry," he told her. "You're the prettiest woman I ever saw."
"Thank you, dear, even if you're only saying that so I won't spank you so hard."
"It isn't that, really. I never saw any woman who looked as beautiful as you do, you know, so exciting."
"Now that you mention it, I guess I am showing a lot through my negligee. Can you see my bra and panties?"
"Oh yes."
"Then I guess I'd better go change into a dress," she said, teasingly. "I wouldn't want to give a nice boy like you naughty ideas," she added and smiled as she stood with her feet wide apart, allowing him to look at her crotch as he stood with his head bowed a little and she saw a motion in the front of his pants which told her he was getting an erection.
"No," he said, impulsively, "I mean . . . please. You're so pretty just like that. Must you change?" he asked and she saw that his eyes were wet and shining brightly.
"Well, I really should," she mused aloud, "yet, on the other hand, you'll wriggle a lot when I'm spanking you and I suppose that would wrinkle my dress. Maybe, if you still remember your promise of secrecy, I could just stay this way."
She saw his eyes shine with pleasure, then led him to the kitchen where she refreshed her drink and told him to get a soft drink from the fridge, then they went to the living room to chat.
Helen introduced the subject of spanking, telling the boy that while it was a generally accepted form of corporal punishment, there were many adults who did it for enjoyment.
"Maybe it's fun to do it," he said, "but I'll bet they don't enjoy getting spanked."
"That's where you're wrong. There are places in most big cities where men and women go and pay to get their bare bums spanked or strapped or whatever they want."
"Is that right?" he asked in surprise and she saw that he was trying to understand, but that it was very difficult for him and decided to take another step.
"Do you want to know how I can be so sure, dear?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Is everything between us still guaranteed secret?"
"Oh yes, Miss, I really swear it."
"While you're here, you'd better call me Helen," she told him. "Now then, about spanking as a fun thing. It is just that for me. I've never had a partner to spank, never had anyone to spank me, yet I enjoy many spankings. Can you figure that out?"
"No, I guess . . . Wait a minute, you mean you spank yourself?"
"That's right, dear. I enjoy sexual fantasies and spank myself and sometimes give myself strappings with a leather belt, doubled. It's much like the way you enjoy sex thoughts when you pull yourself."
"How did you know I pull myself? Does it show in some way?"
"No dear, it's just that all boys and most girls masturbate. So do most men and women. You see, masturbation is a perfectly normal thing, no matter what some people may tell you. When I spank myself, I really spank hard, so hard that I leave bruises which last for three or four days."
"Are you going to spank me that hard with a belt?"
"No dear, I'm just going to give you a light spanking with my hand. I have a feeling that when I spank you, I'll get so excited that I'll want you to spank me. Do you think you'd enjoy taking my panties off and spanking me on my bare butt? I have quite a big one and it's silky smooth."
"Oh Miss . . . I mean Helen, that sounds so exciting. I'd give anything to see your ass all nice and bare."
"Would you like to see other parts of me, dear?"
"Yes, everything. I never saw any of the secret parts of girls."
"Then I'll make a deal with you, Tom. If you'll use the sexy words for what you want to see, I'll let you see them. Go ahead, tell me what you want to see."
"Well, I'd love to see your . . . tits," he said with a nice touch of nervousness, "and your cunt. Is it a bad thing to say that word?"
"No darling, it's every exciting to me to hear you say cunt and tits. Now say another word. Say the word that describes what happens when a hard dick goes into a cunt and works in and out."
"F . . . fuck . . . fuck."
"I like the way you say that word, dear. Now I'll say it. If you were to lie down on me when I was bare naked and had my legs wide open, and if you were to put your prick in my cunt, you would fuck me. I think I would like it if you were to fuck me, darling. I'm hungry for a good fucking because I haven't had one in years. Have you ever fucked?"
"Oh no, but I'd love to. Please, Helen, are you just teasing me?"
"No dear, I'm not teasing you. I like you very much. I've been looking around for a very nice boy, one who would be my partner for spanking, sucking and fucking, and I think you're just the one I want. You see, I've never had sex with a boy before. I don't like it with men, but with the right boy, I think it could be perfect. Would you like to be my special sex partner?"
"Oh Helen, yes. If you're just teasing me, I think my heart will break."
"Tom, darling, I know all about how hearts can break and I promise I'll never break yours. Before you leave here today, you will have seen me bare naked, you will have felt me all over, sucked my big tits and my cunt, you'll have spanked my bare ass and you will have fucked me. How does that sound?"
"Oh Helen, I can't tell you how wonderful it all sounds. I guess I don't know enough words for that."
"You'll learn the words as we go along, dear," she told him with a smile, then opened the lower portion of her negligee and pulled it well away from her legs.
Tom marveled at the sight of her crossed legs and stared hungrily at the expanded tops of her nylons which caressed her smooth, white thighs excitingly as Helen rubbed the tips of her fingers over the expanded nylon and the satiny smooth skin above.
"Strip to the waist, dear," she told him, "then I'll show you some more before I take your pants off. Are you afraid because I'm going to strip you and see your cock and balls, dear?"
"I'm not afraid, but I'm, you know, kind of nervous," he told her as he got up and removed his shirt and singlet.
"Mmmmmm, you have a nice body, darling, it's so smooth. I'm going to enjoy it when we're in bed, both naked, with our bodies pressed together. I think you're going to like it too. Come closer, dear, I'll take your pants down now."
Surprised that her hands remained so steady despite her excitement, she opened the front of his pants, slid the zipper down and saw the bulge of his erection, then she pushed the pants down to his knees.
Her hands went to his briefs to fondle his penis and buttocks, then she dragged the garment down and his stiff tool leaped out.
"Mmmmmm, what a nice hard cock you have, dear," she told him as she wrapped a hand gently around it. "I'm going to love the feel of it in my cunt when you screw me. You do want to fuck me, don't you, darling?"
"Oh yes, more than anything."
"You'll be doing that soon, dear," she told him as she got to her feet. "For now though, I'll take off my negligee and then give you your spanking. Imagine, you are going to be the first person I've ever spanked."
Helen removed the negligee seductively, tossed it onto a chair, then slowly walked around the room while Tom followed her with shining eyes. When she stopped walking, she stood in front of him, her feet braced wide apart, then she was sighing and licking her lips as she squeezed the well packed cups of her bra. She took one hand off the bra and the boy panted as Helen moved it down over the front of her panties and down into her crotch where it rubbed slowly.
"Get out of your clothes now, dear," she told him, "and we'll go to my bedroom. A bedroom is the best place for spanking and fucking and all the other things we are going to do."
He got out of his clothes and, naked, followed her from the room, his eyes focused on the black panties which clung to her lovely big bottom, hoping he really would get to see and feel and spank the plump, smooth looking cheeks. That thought was more exciting to him than the prospect of having sexual intercourse with her.
In the bedroom, she took the naked, trembling boy in her arms and held their bodies warmly together, then she brought her mouth down on his and showed him what kissing was all about, bringing her tongue into play as well, one hand rubbing the smooth, girlish buttocks she would spank in just a little while. His penis felt hard and strong as it pressed between her thighs and the thought of having it in her vagina later, added to her state of arousal.
"I think I'm ready to spank you now, Tom," she told him as she ended the embrace, then went to sit on an armless chair and patted her thighs in invitation.
"I'm ready to take it, Helen, even if it hurts me and makes me cry."
"I want you to cry for me, dear. Spanking without crying wouldn't be much fun. Later, when you're giving me my spanking on the bare butt, I'll cry plenty and it will be very exciting for the two of us."
With a little difficulty, Tom got onto her thighs, groaning with passion as his body rubbed on her silken skin and nylons, then she was fondling his firm young buttocks, delighting in the good fortune that had made her dream come true.
Helen gave the boy a moderate spank on each cheek and he whimpered excitingly, the sounds causing her to tremble violently.
"So, you naughty boy . . . SLAP . . . you want to see my . . . SLAP . . . tits, do you? . . . SLAP . . . and my butt . . . SLAP . . . and my cunt . . . SLAP . . . Well you'll pay . . . SLAP . . . for that . . . you'll pay like this . . . and this . . . and this . . . , " she went on as he began crying, his legs kicking excitingly.
"What a naughty boy . . . SLAP . . . SLAP . . . to want to suck my tits . . . SLAP . . . SLAP . . . SLAP . . . SLAP . . . "
He was crying loudly then and Helen knew she should stop, but she couldn't,.not without giving him a few more stinging spanks on each cheek, then she forced herself to stop and held him on her thighs, fondling the warm, pink buttocks as he cried softly, then he was sobbing and making wet, sniffling sounds as he rubbed on her lap and she felt the hardness of his penis.
"There dear, it's all over now. You took a nice spanking and you excited me so with your crying. You can't know how thrilling it was for me. Was it terribly painful for you?"
"No," he sobbed, "not really. It stung a lot, but it feels so good to be lying on you like this, your skin is so smooth and feels so good."
"I'm glad, darling. How does your ass feel now? I think it looks lovely with your smooth cheeks all pink and warm looking."
"To tell the truth, Helen, it feels good, you know, all tingly and so warm."
"I'm pleased to her that, dear. Get up now and go look at your ass in the mirror."
He did so and she stood beside him as they admired the sight of his freshly spanked bottom and then he put both hands on it, delighting in the warmth he felt there.
"I really never knew a spanking could be fun," Tom told her as he rubbed, "but I know now. You can spank me anytime you want to. Are you really going to let me spank you on the bare ass?"
"Yes darling, in fact, I want my spanking very soon. First though, would you like to play with my big tits? I'll take my bra off and give them to you if you wish."
"Oh yes, please take your bra off. I'm dying to see your tits."
Smiling, she sat on the bed and unhooked her bra, then she watched his eyes shining as she removed the garment and snowed him the first pair of naked breasts he had ever seen.
"Oh Helen, they're so big and beautiful," he told her with difficulty. "Please, may I feel them?"
"You've paid the price, darling, help yourself to my tits, but be nice and gentle with them. You won't have to be gentle when you're spanking may bare butt."
"I'll be very gentle," he told her as he raised his hands to the firmly jutting breasts, then he was perspiring heavily as his hands rubbed over the twin beauties while she sighed and told him how good his hands felt.
After a long time, Helen caught a breast from below and held the back of his head as she pressed a breast into his mouth and he stretched his jaws until they hurt, precious gift of woman.
"Oh yes, dear, that's the way to suck my tit," she urged in a husky whisper. "Suck, you lovely lover, suck my big tit. I can feel that sucking right down in my cunt and I'm so horny I can't stand it."
After a little while, she gave him the other breast and he sucked it with the same delightful greed, then she took it away from him.
"Oh darling," she panted, "I'm so ready for my spanking. I want you to spank me hard and make me cry a lot. Please don't be afraid when you hear me crying. Once you start, keep on spanking until I get off your lap."
Tom went to sit on the chair, then she stood close to him, her back turned to him, her big behind wriggling a little to further delight him.
"Take my panties down now, dear," she told him and he heard her panting loudly. "Do it slowly and bare my butt a little at a time. It will be much sexier that way. I never had my panties taken down for me like this," Helen told him as his trembling fingers caught the waistband, then he was slowly peeling the garment down, marvelling at the sight of her white buttocks and smooth crack as they came into view.
"Oh Helen, it's so big and beautiful. I can see your crack and everything. I heard guys say that women have a lot of hair in their cracks, but you don't have any."
"Some women do, darling, but I'm glad I haven't. I'm glad you like my crack. I'll bend right over in a minute and let you see my hole. Do you want to?"
"Yes, I want to see everything," he replied and peeled the panties down until her behind was totally bared and his heart was pounding so fiercely that it almost frightened him.
"Look now, darling," Helen said, then bent from the waist and he gave a little cry of delight.
"Oh Helen, I see your hole. It's pink and it's so pretty. I didn't know arseholes were pink like that. Oh, I can s . . . see your cunt, Helen and it's lovely," he told her as he slumped on the chair so that he was able to see it more clearly and she bent farther to help him.
Impulsively, he wrapped his arms around her hips and held her tightly as she straightened up and her panties fell around her ankles. She allowed him to hold her for a little while, then she told him to spank her. She saw lust contorting the young face as she stepped out of her panties, then she was lying over his thighs and rubbing her body subtly on him, feeling the hardness of his rod and wondering whether he would shoot his load onto her tummy rather than inside, where she wanted it.
"Oh Helen," he told her, his voice breaking with passion, "I never saw anything so beautiful in my life. Your black garter belt frames your pretty white ass so nicely. Everything is so beautiful," he went on as he rubbed the smooth, firm cheeks with his right hand and hoped he wasn't going to faint.
"Spank me, now," she panted. "Slap hard and make me cry. Hurry."
Hearing the urgency in her tone, Tom gave her the first spank and they both grunted, then he slapped the other cheek.
"Harder," she panted. "Spank hard or I'll be mad at you," Helen added as her body rubbed hotly on him.
Not wanting to anger her, Tom spanked harder then and she was soon sobbing and crying as the white hills of her behind turned pink and her beautiful legs kicked delightfully.
Tom guessed she must have taken a hundred spanks and her bottom glowed fiery red, yet despite the roughness of her crying, she didn't get off his lap. Recalling what she had told him, he went on spanking. His arm was tired, but that didn't bother him. As long as the exciting woman was content to keep the spanking going, he was content to give it to her, thrilling to all the exciting sights and sounds, until, finally, she pushed off his lap and stood with both hands rubbing her outraged behind as tears trickled down her face, then she went to the mirror and, rubbing tears from her eyes, twisted to admire the reflection of well spanked buttocks.
"Oh Tom, darling," she told him a little later, "I can't tell you how thrilling that spanking was. It was the best ever, the most exciting thing any man ever did to me. It was even more exciting than having my cunt sucked and licked."
Her words and the tone in which she uttered them, thrilled the boy and made him feel very much a man, a grown, experienced man who could do such things to an exciting, mature woman.
"Come to bed now, dear and I'll teach you how to lap a cunt. You're going to love having your face in my crotch and your tongue right up my slit. I really need a big come now and you're going to give it to me with your mouth and tongue," she added as she lay on her back on the bed, bent her knees up and moved them apart, giving the trembling boy a perfect view of her crotch.
"Have a good look at the cunt you're going to suck and fuck, darling," Helen said as she parted the lips with the tips of her fingers. "You see, it's like a mouth, a very soft, sexy mouth. You'll find that out when you kiss it. Kneel down close to the bed, dear. That's it. Now feel and kiss and lick my thighs and work your way slowly to my crotch. I want to feel a thrilling mouth on my cunt, but I want you to let me wait for it, tease me a little."
His hands on the tops of her nylons, feeling firm flesh, Tom was delighted to tease her. He didn't know whether or not he would like sucking her organ and had fears that he would taste urine when he did, but there was no thought of refusing. She was giving him the gift of woman and he would accept it all. When it was over, he told himself, he would be somehow much closer to manhood, thanks to her.
While his hands rubbed the outsides of her smooth thighs, he kissed and licked the softer inner surfaces, delighting in the feel of her skin and the exciting sound of passion which kept breaking from her throat as he kissed and licked his way down toward her crotch.
And then his mouth was on the soft core of her crotch and he was kissing. She emitted one shriek, then she kept moaning and panting as he discovered that cunnilingus felt wonderful and he sucked greedily. Her thighs rubbed on his face to add to the thrill and his hands rubbed hips and firm belly.
There was a faint perfume to her organ, but he was delighted and surprised to find that there was no taste at all. Having made that discovery, he pressed his face more firmly into the warm crotch of the woman, then both his arms were wrapped around her hips as he drove her to new heights of ecstasy with the feel and the juicy, slurping sounds of crotch sucking.
And then there were different sounds as Helen cried out in magnificent orgasm, the strongest and most beautiful she had ever known, one which left her weak but glowing.
It was Tom's turn to glow then as she tried to tell him how wonderfully he had performed, how no man had ever been nearly as good as he. She was still panting words of praise when he mounted her, lay on the warm, firm body, then nervously fitted his hard penis into her warmly receptive vagina.
"Oh yes, my dear, darling lover, fuck me. You have such a strong cock. It feels so good in my hot, horny cunt. That's it, darling, get it all in, all of it. Oh yes," she groaned as he buried it to the hilt and she felt him pressing in her crotch as though trying to give her more than he had.
Her arms wrapped tightly around him, her legs came up to do the same and he groaned a broken groan of lust and excitement, then, knowing that he would probably be quick to ejaculate, her legs freed him and she told him to start stroking his penis in her.
When, after only about a minute of panting and stroking, he trembled strongly in her crotch as he shot his load, Tom thought that was the way it was supposed to be and wondered if any male in history had ever felt so wonderful as he felt his semen shooting strongly into her body. When it was over, he lay atop her, trembling as she rubbed his back and told him how wonderful everything had been for her.
"Later dear," she told him, "you'll be able to hold back your cream so that you will fuck me for a long time before you shoot and if we're lucky, I'll have my come while your cock is fucking my cunt. That's a lovely way to come, though no better than getting it with your face in my crotch and your tongue up my cunt. We'll have such wonderful times together."
"You mean . . . this isn't the only time? You're going to let me come to visit you again?"
"Of course, darling, as often as you can make it. Mind you, we're going to have to be careful so that the neighbors don't get suspicious, but I'll figure that out."
And figure it out she did. With each visit to her home, Tom became a more skilled lover, though far from seeking equality with the thrilling woman, he delighted in being her love slave.
Although he loved spanking her big bottom, he was never happier than when he lay across her firm thighs, crying through a long and stinging spanking.
Thanks to the many fantasies she had enjoyed before seducing Tom, Helen was able to devise a wide variety of sexual acts, positions and situations, all of which delighted him as they did her.
They continued their clandestine affair until Tom reached the age of seventeen, then Helen moved to another city where she had been offered a better paying teaching job. Within weeks, Tom followed her and they began a new life, playing the public role of mother and son while their torrid romance grew stronger with each passing day.
Tom is twenty now and still as much in love with his exciting woman as he ever was. One thing which has not changed and is not-likely to, is that he demands that she play the role of queen, while allowing him to serve as her love slave, wanting her to be boss in all things.
Helen knows this is not good for his emotional development and tried for a long time to force him to accept a more equal status, but eventually she gave up, seeing that it was futile and telling herself that he was happy and so was she and that nothing else mattered.
CASE HISTORY THREE
Judith had two introductions to sex, one of them a tender and beautiful experience, the other, one of pain and brutality and ugliness.
Her first experience came at the age of fifteen and opened up a whole new world to her. It happened with an attractive woman, a friend of her mother's, named Edna.
Judith could never discuss her problems with her mother, a woman who tended to be tired and irritable much of the time. When she baby sat for Edna, a widow with two small children, it was totally different.
When Edna got home early enough, they would sit and chat as though Judith were a mature woman herself and they had been friends for a long time. What Judith didn't know was that in her late teens, Edna had tasted lesbian sex and while she had been more or less able to subjugate those tastes during her marriage, she was then hungry to return to the forbidden paths which twist sinuously and seductively through the Isle of Lesbos.
Had Judith know that, she probably would have been terrified, but Edna was a clever woman. She hungered for the beautiful fifteen-year-old with the already ripening body, hungered so that she vowed to be very careful in the seduction of her so that when it happened, Judith would be ready to move eagerly into her arms.
When Edna steered their conversations in the direction of sex, she found Judith eagerly receptive, asking questions she wouldn't have dared ask her mother. Each time, Edna more than answered the question, enlarging on the point and leading into other areas, obviously delighting her pretty quarry.
"But it's perfectly natural to masturbate," Edna said one evening. "You must not let anyone make you feel guilty or ashamed of it. Lord, just last night I felt hungry for sex. I sleep in the nude, and it was obvious that I wasn't going to get to sleep until I did something about it."
"You mean . . . you masturbated?" Judith asked, her face flushed.
"You bet I did. I closed my eyes and thought beautiful thoughts, I felt another body close to mine, then there were hands rubbing over my titties and tummy and then one was in my crotch, rubbing my cunt and making me so horny that my ass squirmed."
"Did this man have a face?" Judith asked.
"It wasn't a man, really, just a body. It had a smooth body like mine and was so gentle."
"Was it a woman?" Judith asked.
"Not really. Often in my fantasies, the body is just a body, just a warm, gentle body. As my finger works in my cunt, I feel a face in my crotch. The mouth sucks my pussy, the tongue snakes up my slit and laps and then it triggers a beautiful come. I guess I had three or four, sometimes I can't remember when it's all over how many times I came."
"Oh Edna, did anyone ever do that to you? I mean . . . suck and lick your cunt?"
"Oh yes, so many times. My husband used to do that. That's about the only thing I miss about him. We didn't have much of a marriage, but oh boy, those times when we weren't fighting and he'd get his face into my crotch, I was in heaven."
The next time they met, Edna soon brought the subject around to cunnilingus and Judith was more than anxious to talk about it.
"Didn't any girl or woman ever try to make passes at you?" Edna asked.
"Just once, at the summer camp last year. This girl and I were standing in the lake at dusk. There weren't any others around and then I felt her hand on my thigh. I got scared and then she asked me to go into the bushes with her and she'd do nice things to me with her hands and mouth."
"And you didn't take her up on it?" Edna asked, her tone confidential.
"No, I was scared out of my pants. The way you asked that, Edna, it was as though you felt I should have."
"Put it this way, dear. One of these days, you're going to have sex. If it's with a man, chances are he will be rough and hurt you. It will hurt like hell when he sticks his cock in you and breaks your hymen."
"And if it's with a woman or a girl?" Judith asked, wishing she could better hide her excitement.
"If it's the right one, she'll be so gentle and tender and the whole thing will be so beautiful that you won't be able to believe it's happening."
"You've done it, Edna? I mean with another woman?"
"Yes, often, before I was married. I wish I'd stuck with female partners instead of marrying. I was so much happier, more content, then."
"What's it like, Edna?" Judith asked and the woman got up and went to sit beside her on the couch, putting an arm around her waist.
"It's like you're in a different world, dear," the woman told her. "Everything is beautiful and gentle in the world of women. There are kisses and gentle touches and you both get so warm, so sexy and hungry for each other. After a little while, clothes seem to melt away and then you're naked and so is she. Your bodies come together, mouths meet in beautiful kisses and there are only the two of you in the whole world. You kiss and lick and suck and fondle and the comes you have are better than anything any man can ever do to you. I know, I've tried it both ways."
One of her hands cupped a firm young breast through dress and bra and then it was squeezing firmly, then the woman licked her lips and before Judith was really aware of what was happening, they were sharing a passionate kiss. When it ended, there was a hand on Judith's left thigh, a little above the top of her nylon and it felt so good.
They talked a little more, there were more kisses, then they were walking, hand in hand, to Edna's bedroom. Edna closed the door and braced a chair against it to protect against one of the children bursting in, then after another kiss, they began undressing.
"Stay as you are, dear," Edna told Judith as she stood with her dress in her hand. "I'd love to take your bra and panties off for you. I'll make it very exciting, for both of us," the woman added and she took her bra off and Judith trembled at the sight of the firm, mature breasts of the woman.
"You never guessed you could be excited by the sight of a woman's tits, did you, darling?" Edna asked as she rubbed hers, lovingly, licking her lips.
"No, I didn't. I've seen girls' titties before but they didn't do anything foi me."
"That's not surprising, dear. They were girls of more or less your own age and besides, the mood wasn't right for it as it is now. Watch me taking my panties off now and see what it does to you," the woman said, then slowly turned her back, pushed the panties half way down her buttocks, then turned and saw Judith trembling violently as she pushed the garment down until it fell around her feet and she stepped out of it, naked except for her garter belt and nylons.
"Your body knows what it wants, darling," Edna told her. "Just relax and enjoy it. I'll take your bra and panties off now and you'll see what a thrill it is when we kiss, our naked bodies pressed together."
Edna went on talking in the low, husky tone as she removed the girl's bra, then she crouched and took her panties down. When Judith tremblingly stepped out of them, with help from Edna, they moved into a passionate embrace and their kiss made the whole world spin for the panting girl. As the kiss continued, Judith felt hands rubbing gently up and down her back, one of them moving farther down to caress her firm young buttocks. Because they were close to the same height, Judith felt their pubic patches rubbing together, adding to the thrill of the forbidden embrace.
And then they were on the wide bed and Edna was doing wild things to Judith's breasts with her hands and then with her mouth. After that, Judith discovered just how thrilling it was to do the same thing to the woman's breasts, her groans of passion partially muffled as she sucked hungrily while a hand rubbed her cheek and the back of her head as Edna urged her on with warm, exciting whispers.
"You like sucking my big tits, don't you, dear?" Edna asked.
"More than I can tell, Edna. I'm just out of my mind, I'm so excited."
"Then I know just what you need, angel," Edna told her as she moved slowly down the bed, kissing her way down Judith's tummy, pausing for the tip of her tongue to play a game in a smoothly indented navel, then she was nuzzling in the neat triangle of foliage which covered the girl's mons veneris.
"Oh Edna," Judith moaned as she felt warm, moist breath on her vulva, "what are you going to do to me?"
"I'm going to take you beyond heaven, darling," the woman replied. "I'm going to get my face into your lovely crotch and then I'm going to kiss and suck and lick your tender little cunt until you go off like a rocket to Mars."
And then Edna stopped talking, but her mouth kept very busy, as did her tongue. While she sucked and licked, her hands held and rubbed gently and Judith seriously thought she was going to die from experiencing more pleasure and excitement than her heart could stand, but instead of dying, she experienced an orgasm which was a whole new thing to her, un-like any she had ever triggered with her finger.
But there was more joy to come and Judith found it a little later, with her face pressed into the crotch of the moaning and panting woman, using her mouth and tongue to do to Edna what Edna had done so beautifully to her.
When it was over and Edna lay sighing in the afterglow of climax, Judith hurried to look at herself in the mirror. Even as she looked at her face there, she couldn't believe she was the same person she had been earlier that day.
The smile was more radiant than it had ever been, and there were some wet spots on her face, especially around her mouth and on the tip of her nose where the woman's wet vulva had rubbed when her body began to jerk in orgasm. She touched one spot with a finger and trembled, then she watched the reflection of her tongue as it came out to lick at the other patches of mingled saliva and vaginal juice.
The torrid affair between woman and girl lasted until Judith had to go away to college where Judith was not long in finding other partners. While they were sexually satisfying, each relationship carried with it a certain strain, as though they were both vying for control, un-like the beautiful relationship Judith had known with Edna when she was just a trembling girl, eager to let the woman be boss in all things.
Although she was content with lesbianism as a way of life, Judith dated young men from time to time. She enjoyed necking with them, even though they were rarely as gentle as girls, some of them being too rough as they tried to hurry to the goal inside the crotch of her panties or the interim goals tucked into her bra.
And then one man became more important to her than the others and she began to wonder whether she wasn't prepared to give up lesbian games and take the more conventional route with a man, the route which would lead to the conventional home and children.
He had been more willing than other men she'd dated to take no for an answer when he tried to get into her bra and panties, so that when he proposed a weekend at his parents' cottage and promised her that his conduct would continue to be as good, she accepted.
All went well that first evening until they were necking on the carpet in front of the fireplace. His stiff penis which she felt through his pants from time to time, told her how aroused he was, yet he seemed to be as reliable as ever when she stopped the progress of his hands.
He proceeded cleverly and a little later, she was stunned to hear herself agree to going skinny dipping in the lake with him. They undressed in separate rooms and both wore robes as they walked down to the private beach.
There was just a suggestion of chill in the air, but the water was warm, then their robes were on the dock as they walked hand in hand into water that was still quite warm.
His excitement was infectious and Judith was soon giggling like a naughty little girl. When they kissed and she felt his hard penis against her tummy, she stopped giggling and wondered whether, before the weekend was over, she would do what he wanted and feel a stiff penis inside her body.
When they returned to the cottage, he was carrying both robes and they hurried, the air seeming much cooler than it had before. He found towels and hurriedly began drying her luscious body, rubbing her breasts gently and rubbing more briskly over belly, buttocks and thighs as passion continued to mount in her.
She protested when he moved the towel to her crotch, but then her legs parted and he was dabbing her vulva with the towel, being very careful not to hurt her with the rough fabric.
When he dropped the towel and pulled her against his body, he felt cold and wet, but the heat of her body was such that discomfort passed and then they were kissing, more passionately than they ever had.
Without warning, he picked her up and carried her the short distance to the bed. Judith tried to fight, but she was powerless against his superior strength and her nudity made her feel even more vulnerable.
"Please, not this way," she begged. "I'm almost ready but don't force me, not like this."
"You are ready, baby," he told her as he placed her on the bed and then he was on top of her.
Judith continued to plead with him, but to no avail as he pressed down heavily on her and, despite her struggles, parted her thighs. She made a final effort, both verbally and physically, to stop him, but even as she was pleading, she felt his hard organ invading her, stretching her organ and then fight left her as he broke her hymen and gave her a rough ride as she cried in pain and humiliation.
When he was finished, he tried to cheer her up, but she would have none of it and, dressing, insisted that he drive her back to her residence. When she threatened to charge him with rape, he laughed and reminded her that she had gone to spend a weekend alone with him at a cottage and told her that no court in the land would lay charges under those circumstances.
In her bed, despite the lateness of the hour, Judith was unable to sleep. Instead, she thought of her times with Edna and of how beautiful and gentle sex had been with her and later with other lesbian partners. In her anger, hurt and frustration, Judith vowed that she would have nothing more to do with men, that in future, sex would always involve another female.
There were times when she told herself that her vow had been impetuous and foolish and that she should drop it and go on to enjoy a normal life. Most of the young women she knew were having sex with men and enjoying it, she reasoned, yet for all of her logic, she wasn't able to do more than talk civilly with males and she went on refusing to date them.
When she finished university, graduating as a social worker, Judith went through a period where there was no sex at all. Her last affair at school had been a hectic one with a woman a year older than she who was insanely jealous, and while their sex had been fantastic in its intensity, there had been too many arguments, too many ugly times.
Putting sex aside for the time being, Judith threw herself into her work, allowing it to consume most of her time and energy. Although much of her time was spent in squalor and misery, she found fulfillment in it since it offered her a chance to help, if only a little.
There were times when sexual hunger did present itself, but that usually happened when she was alone in her apartment and, depending on her mood, she would either slip her panties down and masturbate, or go to bed, strip naked and enjoy a more elaborate session with strong sexual fantasies.
The one thing all her fantasies had in common was that the partner was always younger, a girl who looked up to her and never questioned, always complied eagerly, no matter what Judith wanted.
When she girl watched, it was particularly thighs Judith looked at. Her ideal was a pair of bigger than average thighs, though not fat ones, sheated in sheer nylon. When she saw such thighs generously displayed under a short mini, her pulse stepped up its rhythm for a moment and she allowed herself to dream sexy daydreams.
She guessed it was a result of the way Edna had seduced her, with much emphasis on fondling of thighs, and then there had been the ecstasy of moving her face between the woman's lush thighs to mouth her vulva that first time.
It was just such thighs which caused her heart to skip a beat or two the first time she saw Fern. There had been no sex partner in Judith's life for more than a year and she was getting hungry more often for the feel of another female body rather than just her own finger in her vagina. She had visited the shabby house to talk with the mother. Through an open doorway, she saw Fern as she stood with her back to her, bending over a lower drawer, the hem of her cheap skirt riding so high that Judith was able to see the crotch of her panty hose, but what she especially saw were lovely, big, firm thighs and the sight of them set off a chain of erotic thoughts, all of which very much involved the sixteen-year-old girl.
When Judith talked to the pretty girl, she found her somewhat suspicious, but that didn't surprise her. Judith, after all, resented authority and invasion of privacy and so created a sense of suspicion with which she had learned to cope.
After that, Judith made a point of visiting after school so that Fern was usually at home and then one afternoon she visited and found Fern alone. By then, Judith had determined that Fern was the ideal partner for her and that she was going to make a good try at seducing her.
When the enormity of the thought frightened her a little, she recalled how she had been younger than Fern when Edna seduced her and she thought of what a beautiful thing that had been for her.
She had learned all she could about the girl, from files in her department and from another social worker who had worked with the family. One big factor of which she was aware was that at the age of fourteen, Fern had been raped by a man who was then living with her mother in a loose common law arrangement, as had many other men.
Recalling how her rape had turned her off men, Judith wondered if the same could have happened to Fern. If so, then her chances of seducing the girl would be vastly enhanced.
Shortly after they began talking, Fern was pouring out her heart to Judith, telling of her unhappiness and her eagerness to escape from the squalor of her home and the whole shabby district. She told of how she wanted to go to college, but that since it was out of the question, she was going to quit school at the end of the term, get a job and find a clean room somewhere in a better part of the city.
"There's still time for things to happen, dear," Judith said, then kept the girl talking. She told of how she had been raped and of what a terrible ordeal it had been.
"I was raped too, Fern, so I know what you mean. I haven't been able to date a man since and doubt that I ever shall."
"Gee, that's about the way I feel. I dated a few guys after that and each time they got grabby, I felt a cold something gnawing inside me and it turned me right off. Maybe it will always be like that, I don't know."
Before leaving that afternoon, Judith suggested to the girl that she get away for a weekend to get her thoughts together and relax in more pleasant surroundings, Judith's apartment.
Fern hesitated at first, then accepted eagerly. The idea that someone could care about her that much was a heady brew for Fern and she looked forward to the end of classes on Friday, as did Judith who had cleared her calendar so that she would not be disturbed after Friday noon.
When Fern arrived, dressed in her best, Judith was more than ready for her. She had bathed carefully and had chosen her sexiest lingerie. She had chosen a dress which didn't look expensive, a short one which showed thighs generously as well as a teasing view of breasts.
As the girl looked around the apartment, she was so excited that she squealed with delight and didn't object when Judith hugged her warmly, thrilling to the feel of firm young breasts.
They chatted through the rest of the afternoon and prepared dinner together. When it was ready, Judith made it more festive by opening a bottle of wine. Having tasted only the cheap wine her mother and friends drank, Fern said she didn't care for any, but she changed her mind after one sip of Judith's.
The wine further warmed them and added to their shared glow as they left the table and went to sit on the couch as Judith refused to allow the girl to clear up after dinner.
They spoke in quiet tones as they shared their secret thoughts and aspirations, the conversation became more and more intimate, then, hoping she was doing the right thing, Judith told of how Edna had seduced her and how it had led to a whole new outlook on life.
"Are you still a . . . a lesbian?" Fern asked, nervously.
"I suppose so. I've been so busy with my work since leaving college that I haven't made love with a woman in more than a year, but yes, I guess I'll always be a lesbian. Are your horrified, dear?"
"No, not a bit. A few months ago, I was in a park and I watched two women, in their forties I guess. They were walking and holding hands. When they thought they were hidden by bushes, they embraced and kissed. For a moment I was shocked, I guess, then I realized how they looked so gentle and calm and content, not like the people I know. When they came back around the bushes, their eyes were shining and they looked sO happy, as though they were the only two people in the world."
"That's the way lesbianism can be, dear. Sure there can be ugly situations, diesel dykes, stomping butches and all that, but I think most lesbians are sensitive, gentle women. To me, men represent force and selfishness and roughness, most of them lack sensitivity and the finer things of life."
"That makes a lot of sense to me, Judith, but now that I think of it, in my world that applies to men and women both. It's an ugly world, Judith," she added and the woman saw tears.
Judith said nothing as she put an arm around Fern, holding her warmly and comforting her, reminding herself that it would be wrong to take advantage of the girl while she was crying, then the tears stopped and Fern apologized as she wiped her eyes.
"You missed one little tear, dear," Judith told her. "I'll get it for you."
Turning the girl's face, Judith slowly picked up the tear with the tip of her tongue. As she did, she felt Fern tremble, then' heard a muffled groan of passion.
"Please, Judith," she said, her voice small and quavering. "Do it to me. Make love to me." As she said it, her arms tightened around Judith, squeezing, her body rubbing warmly, eagerly in something more intense than the surrender Judith had hoped for.
"Oh yes, my beautiful angel," Judith told her. "I too am terribly aroused. I want to strip your lovely body naked and make gentle, passionate love to you. Take my hand, dear and we'll go to our bed."
That Judith had said our bed made the girl even more excited, as though rather than just a sexual dalliance of a weekend, she was really a part of Judith's lovely world.
In the bedroom, Judith took the trembling girl in an exciting embrace and the kiss they shared seemed to cause the room to glow in the soft shades of gold and rose of a Mexican sunrise.
"Oh Judith," Fern sighed after their kiss, "I didn't know a kiss could be like that."
"Kisses can be many things, darling," Judith said as she continued to hold the girl. "In a little while, when we're both naked, we'll lie on our bed and as we kiss, our bodies will warm each other and our legs will be intertwined, thighs will rub in warm crotches and we'll be carried away to some place far beyond heaven."
"Oh yes, I can't stand it," Fern said with a low groan, then they were kissing again and as they did, Judith opened the top of the girl's dress.
When the kiss ended, Judith told Fern to stay as she was, in her simple white bra and panties and the pantyhose which bulged nicely to contain a plump, firm looking rear, the cheeks seemingly perfectly rounded.
"I'll strip first, darling," Judith said and took her dress off. "After that, I'll strip you naked and I'll be ready to make love to you."
"Oh Judith, you're so beautiful. Your lingerie is so sexy too," she added as Judith unhooked her bra and bared her mature, luscious breasts. "Oooohhh, Judith, they're such beauties. I never wanted to feel anybody's breasts before, but I want to get my hands on yours."
"We'll soon have our hands and our mouths on each other's tits, darling," Judith told her, pushed her panties down and stepped out of them, telling herself there would be time later to remove her garter belt and nylons, that there were more important things to do then.
Reaching around the girl, Judith unhooked her bra and took it off.
"My God, darling, you have the tits of a woman, a very beautiful woman. How I'm going to suck them and fondle them. Have you ever had your titties sucked?"
"No, but I want to. I want everything, Judith. I don't know what it's all about, but I want it all anyway."
"You'll get it all, you lovely creature. Turn now, I want to bare what looks like a magnificently beautiful ass," Judith told her and as the girl turned, her hands went to the seat of the pantyhose and squeezed, finding the cheeks as firm as pumpkins but much sexier to the touch.
Despite her eagerness to strip the girl and carry out the thrilling seduction, Judith peeled the two garments down slowly, her heart pounding as she bared the lush white cheeks and stared into the deep crack between, watching as Fern went on trembling, her breathing labored, as was Judith's, in the otherwise silent room, the only other sound being the faint whispering of nylon as it was peeled down over silken skin, and then Judith helped the girl step out of the pantyhose and panties and she was naked.
As they embraced again, standing beside the bed, Judith's hands rubbed gently, lovingly down the girl's back until they were on her buttocks, rubbing, squeezing and pulling, pressing their bodies closer together.
Woman and girl got onto the bed then and as their bodies met, Fern understood what Judith had meant when she talked of how thrilling kisses could be in that position. While their hands continued to rub and fondle, they shared many passionate kisses without bothering to keep count.
Only after that did Judith move down a little and reach for the firm young breasts which she fondled and kissed for a while before her mouth opened wide as she filled it with firm breast and sucked voraciously.
"Oh Judith," Fern panted, "that's so good. I've never had my tits sucked before. It feels so good it's like I'm going to come."
Later, Fern was still panting as Judith sucked the other breast, with much the same results, marveling at the firmness of the medium sized gourd and the silken texture of Fern's skin.
"Oh Judith, give me your beautiful big ones to suck," Fern said with a moan. "I have to know what it's like to have a beautiful big tit in my mouth."
"All right, darling, just lie as your are," Judith told her as she raised her mouth from the wet, well sucked breast. "I'll feed my tits to you. I'm dying to have you suck them. I can tell that you're going to be very good, that you're a natural."
Her weight resting on her left hand as she loomed above the lying, sighing young nude, Judith held her right breast and rubbed it as she showed it to her.
"Open your pretty mouth nice and wide, darling," she told the girl. "I'm going to stuff it full of warm, firm tit. I love having my titties sucked and I'm really going to feed you."
The mouth opened wide, but before feeding the breast into it, Judith rubbed her nipples around the girl's lips, teasing her and making her moan, then both were groaning as Judith slowly lowered herself and pressed the tip of her big breast into the warm, moist mouth as Fern began to suck greedily. While Fern sucked, Judith, from time to time, pressed down with the breast as though trying to get all of it into the girl's mouth.
When Judith took the breast away from the girl, they both examined it, Fern using her hands as well as her eyes, then Judith moved a little, Fern opened her mouth again and Judith again filled it with silken breast which the girl sucked hungrily for a long time before Judith took it from her, then knelt up on the bed, fondling both her breasts as her eyes feasted on the lovely body of the naked girl, a body which was silently begging to be ravished in as many ways as Judith knew.
"How gently rounded your lovely tummy it, dear," Judith said as she rubbed it lightly until her hand was on the girl's lightly bushed mons veneris.
"Oh Judith, your hands are so gentle and you look so beautiful and exciting with your big breasts swaying as you move. Are you going to touch me everywhere?"
"If you mean your tender young pussy, the answer is yes and more. Bend your knees up and move them wide apart. Open up your warm crotch for my eyes and my hand," she said, not mentioning that her mouth and tongue would also visit there. "Ah yes, your crotch is more beautiful than heaven could ever be, dear. How soft and, delicate your little pink cunt looks. Have there been any other cocks inside it?"
"No, not since then, nothing but my finger."
"Then it's the same as a virginal cunt, darling and oh how I'm going to minister to it," Judith told her and the hand on her mons veneris began moving down into the warm crotch, causing the girl to sigh deeply, then sighs became moans as the hand moved lightly down over her sensitive vulva.
"Oh, it feels so good, soooo good, Judith."
"I'm glad, darling. Let's see how it feels when I slip a finger between these lips very gently," Judith added, then she parted the lips and pushed a finger in, slowly to probe the moist interior.
"Oh yes," Fern said with another quavering moan. "Now I know why it's better with a woman. No man in the world could ever be so gentle, so thrilling. Do anything you want with me, Judith, I'll love it all."
"Yes my baby, the fun is only beginning for you. These have only been the preliminaries, the real joy is yet to come," she added as she fingered the moist slit, then surprised Fern by removing her finger and bringing it to her mouth to suck it like a candy bar.
"Oh Judith, that's so sexy seeing you suck that finger after it's been inside my pussy. Can you taste my cunt?"
"There's hardly any taste to a cunt dear, just a faint suggestion and it's beautiful. I want to see more of you now, darling," Judith went on and gently rolled the girl over onto her tummy. "What a lovely ass you have, my beautiful darling," she said as she played with it, fondling, squeezing and patting, then running a long finger slowly up and down the valley between the perfect white rounds.
"My God, Judith, no matter where you touch me, you make me sexy, even my ass."
"I can understand that, dear. Just the sight of your beautiful ass makes me feel sexier. There now," she said after she had played with it for a while, I'll just roll you over, like this, open your crotch, like this, and then I have a special treat for you, like this," she added, then Fern cried out loudly as the open mouth pressed down on her vulva.
Cries kept breaking from Fern's throat as, after she had lovingly kissed the tender organ, Judith went on to suck it excitingly, making it very wet so that the girl was able to hear thrilling slurping sounds as the eager eater went on sucking.
But there was more delight to come, Fern learned, then it was happening as she felt Judith slip her tongue up her slit and do magic things with it, the magic becoming even more powerful a little later when the tongue found her sensitized passion bud and began licking it.
As she groaned and panted,' unable to find words, the girl knew that climax was close and then it wasn't just close, it was happening and she was sure her body was fragmenting into millions of tiny particles which would never be able to come back together again.
At the moment climax struck, Judith removed her tongue from the girl's slit, but she kept her open mouth pressed on the moist organ, not sucking, just holding as her hands rubbed silken skin, and then the orgasm passed and Fern lay signing in content the-likes of which she had never known.
"Oh Judith, what can I say after all that?"
"I hope you can say you liked it," Judith said with a warm smile as she knelt up, looking down at the glowing face of the girl.
"Oh no, I couldn't say that. That doesn't even start to say how I feel."
"Well, I guess I'll just have to read the message I see in your eyes. It tells me pretty well, says things words can't really say."
"I'm glad you can read it, Judith. Tell me, do you like to have sexy things done with your pussy?"
"Very much and I'm really in the mood too, after lapping your sweet little cunt."
"Then lie down and I'll do it, all the things you did to me. I'm dying to look into your crotch and really see your cunt."
"I don't have to lie down for that, angel. Just lie as you are, but promise to close your eyes and not open them until I tell you to."
"I promise," the girl said eagerly, then her eyes closed, but a lovely smile remained on her pretty face, Judith saw as she paused to look her over again.
Judith moved gracefully, then she was kneeling astride her young partner, her crotch directly above her face. She paused, fondled her breasts for a few seconds, then she was ready.
"Open your pretty eyes now, darling," she said, then the eyes opened and went wide with delight as Fern looked up into her crotch.
"Oh Judith, what a beautiful sight," the girl gasped and her hands moved up to Judith's silken smooth thighs as she ate the woman's crotch with her shinning eyes. "I can see so much from here, everything, your cunt and thighs, your ass and your titties. Oh, it's so exciting."
"You could also reach my cunt if you should want to play with it a little," Judith told her and at once Fern hurried a hand into the crotch above, then it was on an excitingly warm vulva rubbing, parting the lips, then a finger moved slowly up into Judith's slit as she sighed warmly and resumed massaging her breasts while she took an exciting fingering.
"You will let me suck and lick your pussy, Judith, won't you?" Fern asked.
"Whenever you want, darling. I hope you enjoy the act as much as I do. I love having my cunt lapped. It produces such a lovely come for me. I'm glad you want to do it. I was afraid I'd have to coax and plead with you for it."
"Oh no, I'm dying to do it. Imagine, yours is the very first cunt I've ever touched, except for my own, and soon it will be the first one I ever sucked and lapped. I hope when I do, I'll do it well for you. If I do anything wrong, then please tell me so I can do better."
"You won't do anything wrong, darling. I can see you're a natural. Everything you do to me will be right and also will be beautiful. I could just lower my crotch onto your face, but for your first time I think I'll lie down for it."
Swinging a leg back over the girl, Judith lay on her back, a pillow under her bottom, then she bent her knees up and moved them wide apart.
"Oh Judith, your crotch looks so exciting from this position too."
"Well dear, if my cunt looks good enough to eat, go ahead and eat it," Judith told her and gave her vulva an exciting little rub, as though impatient for Fern to get started on the promised lapping.
And then Fern was doing it, obviously enjoying what she was doing as her hands rubbed lovingly while she sent Judith on a journey to ecstasy by suckfng and licking as though she had done it thousands of times before.
When the licking tongue triggered orgasm, it was an excitingly strong one which caused Judith to shriek with passion and delight and as her body jerked, her wet vulva rubbed on the face of the girl who tried to keep licking, persisted until Judith pulled her crotch away from her in self defense and pressed her thighs tightly together.
They sat and lay on the bed talking for a long time, then agreed that they could both use another snack. With Judith guiding, their bodies came together, their crotches opened and then were filled by warmly invading faces as they sucked and licked until both had climaxed again.
"What am I going to do when this weekend is over?" Fern asked. "I won't be able to live without you."
"Well if you can't live without me, darling, I guess the only answer is that you live with me. As you can see, there's plenty of room for two."
"Judith!" the girl gasped. "You can't mean it," she added and sat bolt upright.
"Why can't I? I've been getting lonely for a woman partner. You're a beautiful and more exciting one than I had dreamed of finding. Besides, you don't like the dump where you're living, so why not come over to my world and share it with me?"
"Oh Judith," Fern answered, close-to crying. "There isn't anything in the world I'd like more, but how can I?"
"You're sixteen, dear and that's the legal age for a young person to leave home. God knows, I'll enjoy having you here with me. I don't see any reason in the world why you can't simply move in. I see no reason why you should tell your mother you're coming here. Just leave her a note saying that you've split."
"She won't mind that. She hates the fact that her men friends all give me the eye. She's afraid I'll try to take them away from her."
"We both know how un-likely that is, don't we dear?" Judith said and they laughed.
"I'll quit school right away and get a job so I can pay my share of the expenses," Fern said, eagerly.
"Hold it," Judith told her. "You come to live with me only on condition that you finish high school and then go on to college."
"But Judith, that will take money."
"So what's money? I've got enough of that. With you here to brighten my life, I'll save enough on just entertainment to pay your tuition."
The deal was made and the weekend visit has stretched to more than seven years now. In that time, Fern finished high school and college, got a degree in business administration and now has a good job.
But early training can last and the gentle young girl who came to Judith's apartment so long ago, has become two people. At work, she is a hard driving businesswoman who quickly won the respect of all with whom she came in contact. At home, although she shares the expenses of the pleasant little house they rent, she leaves the boss role to Judith. That was the way it started and that is the way it must be for her to achieve a maximum of gratification from their lesbian relationship.
As for Judith, she doesn't find the boss role difficult, would play any role, in fact, to keep the beautiful young woman who brought so much joy into her life.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Ethel was seventeen when her parents divorced and she chose to remain at home with her father, rather than go to another city with her mother. It was an easy choice since she and her mother hadn't gotten along well, while her father was as much friend as parent to her.
In explaining the choice to her mother, who resented it, Ethel pointed out that she was established in her first year of college, less than a ten minute walk from their home and she couldn't tear up those roots and start afresh at another college. But that was just a story to placate her mother. She wanted to be with her father and that was that.
On their first evening alone, they began to make the adjustment by chatting about how life was going to be and she assured him that looking after the house would be no problem, especially since he was having a cleaning woman come in twice a week.
He wanted to hire a full time maid, but Ethel wasn't about to share her status with another woman. It wasn't that she had any sexual designs on her father, but rather that she appreciated her time with him and didn't want a maid who would invade their privacy.
"Do you think you'll marry again. Dad?" she asked, her mind taking the step from maid to wife.
"I'm sure I won't, dear. I'm forty-one and rather set in my ways. Oh, I'll have my little flings from time to time, but no more emotional involvement for me."
"I just want you to know that I won't cause you any trouble if the time comes that you decide you want to marry, that's all."
"Thanks, but no thanks. What about you? You seem to have pretty much given up dating lately."
"Yes, seventeen may be young to have turned off men, but that's the way it is, for now, anyway."
"Hey, that's not healthy, Ethel. Care to tell me some more?"
"All right, but first I have to break the news to you that I'm not a virgin. I hope that didn't hurt you."
"No dear, I don't suppose there are all that many seventeen-year-old virgins around in our society anyway. I take it you've had a bad experience?"
"Yes, a few. I gave up my virginity a little less than six months ago. You know, love and adoration and all that. It hurt like hell, but he enjoyed it. Next time we made love, it didn't hurt,, but it wasn't worth it, that's all. After a bit of petting he went at me, got his climax and left me feeling nothing but bored."
"That happens, dear. There are a lot of men who don't know what sex is all about. To them, a woman is just something to play with. When they're ready, they stick it in, get off and get out. Some of them don't even know that a woman can achieve orgasm. They're not all like that though and you're too young to give up."
"That's what I thought, so I tried with another guy."
"And he was no better?"
"No, he has a reputation as the great lover. He talked a lot, but when it came to the action he lasted about two minutes, then started talking again, telling me how great it had been."
"So you figured that two out of two was a rather bad average?"
"That's right. I don't know, maybe I'll try again some day, but at seventeen I'm not in that big a hurry."
"That's a good attitude, dear. I'm also delighted to have a daughter who can talk to me so frankly."
"So am I Dad. Maybe this is just a sample of how our life is going to be from now on. Dad, there's been something bugging me for a while now, but I haven't been able to talk to anyone about it. Maybe this is the time."
"Why not? Let's refill these glasses though. Care for more wine?"
When she told him she'd have another glass, he took their glasses to the kitchen, then returned and they were ready to talk again.
"Now then, what's this thing that's been bugging you, dear?" he asked, caught himself looking at a mature looking thigh in sheer nylon and a bit of smooth bare thigh above, then turned his gaze away.
"Well, it's about Christine. She's been here a couple of times. Do you remember her?"
"Yes. She's blonde, not very good looking, but seems to have a rather good figure."
"That's right. She also has an unfortunate sort of personality so that she's pretty much a loner. Anyway, for some reason she has chosen me as her one special friend to share her secrets."
"I think she shows good taste, Ethel. It means she feels you can be trusted."
"I can. I've never told this to anyone."
"And it's getting heavy to carry around alone?" he asked his daughter with a smile, over the top of his glass.
"Yes, that's it. I know you won't tell."
"Of course not, dear. Go ahead and tell me."
"Well, she's a few months older than I, she's already eighteen. Her mother died a couple of years ago and her father spanks her."
"I suppose that's somewhat unusual," Brad said, "but it isn't shocking. In the time of my parents, young people in many homes were spanked or strapped or switched as long as they lived in the parental home."
"I think it's more than that, Dad. It may be just my imagination, but I doubt it."
"Then tell me more," he invited and had another sip of his drink.
"She says that up until her mother died, she did the spanking and Christine got it when she deserved it. When her mother died, Christine was the only one left at home, with her father, that is."
"So then her father took over the spanking role?" Brad asked.
"Yes, but even that was kind of creepy. On the night of her mother's funeral, she and her father were talking. She thought he looked rather strange, especially when he talked about spanking. He told her that her spankings would have to go on as a natural part of her development and that he would have to take over and administer them."
"How did she take that?"
"She told him she would, but that she would try to be good and not earn any, but that wasn't enough. He told her that just to get things started on the right foot, he would give her a spanking then."
"How did she react? It sounds to me like he was very anxious to spank her."
"That's the way I see it. Anyway, she said she didn't mind, since his tone was warm and pleasant so she went to his bedroom with him and he sat on the same chair her mother had always used when spanking, then he told her to take off everything but her panties."
"He really meant business," Brad observed with a little grin, trying to remove the look of intensity on Ethel's face.
"He sure did. She had to stand in front flf him and undress. She said she felt terribly shy about having to show her boobs, but she did it. Anyway, she was thankful that he was going to let her keep her panties on at least. As it turned out, when everything else had been taken off, he made her turn her back to him, then he took her panties down, very slowly, she said, then she had to take them off and turn to face him and had to keep her hands on her hips."
"I'm beginning to see what you mean, Ethel. What did he do after that?"
"He gave her a long lecture about the importance of good training and discipline, then he took her over his lap and gave her a long spanking. She say he didn't spank as hard as her mother had done, but that he gave her many more spanks and later, when she went to her room, she checked in the mirror and saw that her ass was rosy red all over and that it felt hot and tingly for a long time."
"That's quite a story, Ethel."
"Oh, but that isn't all. You see, every Saturday evening since then, they have a weekly session. Her father reads a list of all her minor faults during the week, then they go to his bedroom and repeat the same process. The only difference is that she has to wear a garter belt and nylons. She takes off everything else, he takes her panties down, leaves the garter belt and nylons on, then he spanks her. After the spanking, she stands with her back turned to him for five minutes and he allows her to rub at the sting in her ass cheeks during that time. After that, she has to pick up her clothes and walk naked to her bedroom."
"Tell me, dear, does she even hint that there may be more to it than she told you?" Brad asked, hoping his daughter wouldn't notice that he had an erection as a result of her story and his imagining of the scene she de-scribed
"No, that's it, all of it."
"How does she seem to react to it?" Brad asked.
"She just seems to accept it as perfectly natural, yet I feel she was holding something back."
"Look at it this way, dear. If she considered it perfectly natural, why did she have to tell you about it?"
"That makes sense and she told me with such intensity. What do you make of it, Dad?"
"The first thing I see is that she has few friends and so perhaps she lives in a dream world. The spankings could be just that, daydreams, figments of her imagination."
"I wondered about that when she was telling me, but I decided she was telling the truth."
"Okay, let's assume that, but then we have to go on to assume that what she told you was only part of the story."
"What's the other part?"
"If her father enjoys thin ceremonial undressing of his daughter, taking her panties down, having her stand with her hands on her hips, spanking a bottom that must be quite attractive, then watching while she rubs it after the spanking, you can be very sure that he has an erection and that he's as randy as a billy goat."
"I guess that's probably so. She's really more woman than little girl."
"Right. So maybe it started with a spanking as she described it, but if what she says is true, then my bet is that a long time ago, spankings graduated to something much more advanced than that."
"You mean you think he's balling her?"
"That and maybe a whole lot more."
"Then why would she tell me about the spankings and not the rest?"
"The human mind is a strange piece of equipment, Ethel. If she's carrying around a load of guilt over incest, it could be too heavy a load for her. On the other hand, by telling you about the spankings, she's relieved a part of the load, telling some could have had the effect of telling all."
"I knew you'd be able to put it all together," Ethel told her father. "That raises another point though. If you think they're committing incest, you don't act very horrified," Ethel observed.
"I make a point of not being horrified by what other people do in private. If they're both happy, then good luck to them."
"But incest is regarded as one of the great crimes by society."
"Yes, it is. Strangely that same society isn't so horrified by slaughter, poverty and other forms of human suffering."
"How are you going to put that together, Dad?"
"I think it can be put together. As I see it, if man had been left in his natural state, given mind, will, sense of right and wrong, society would have developed better. The perversion came when a god figure was introduced so that instead of answering to himself or his neighbor, man answered to an unseen god. After that came the priests and then the perversion of the human mind really got into high gear.
"Church dominated society more and more. Politicians wooed the church which helped it keep people in line and so religious rules and voodoo were incorporated into the rules of society."
"Keep going, Dad, this is fascinating."
"There's not much farther to go. Marriage, monogamy, incest, all of these are things which have been invented and imposed on humankind. Marriage and monogamy are right only because men of religion say so. Incest is wrong for the same reason. Take another step which may help you see how we have been perverted. In our society, it's sinful to look at a picture of a man and woman making love, but it's fine to look at pictures of people killing. To fuck is evil but to kill is glorious."
"God, Dad, that has to be the perversion, but that's really the way it is."
"Yes it is and I'm afraid we're not going to change it, not tonight anyway. Hell, look at the time. This has been a wonderful evening for me, dear, but we both have to get up in the morning."
"You're right, Dad, but I hate to see it end."
"So do I. Let's say then that it's to be continued. There's something here I have to read. You run off to bed."
"Okay, Dad," Ethel said, then went to him and kissed him on the cheek.
It was something she hadn't done in many years and as she did, a firm breast brushed his arm, doing nothing to ease the state of intense arousal which gripped him.
He picked up the paper when she left, but he had no intention of reading anything. He had been simply stalling for time so that she would be off the scene when he got up, the front of his pants bulging with the form of his erection.
Brad had tried to stop himself in making what had amounted to a justification of incest, but he hadn't been able to. The beauty of his daughter, the warmth between them and the sudden intimacy of their being alone in the house together, would perhaps have set sexual desire in motion before long anyway, but the story she had told and the thoughts it inspired had triggered a force which, he knew, was going to be a difficult, if not impossible one to control.
Had Brad been aware of the thoughts which filled his daughter's mind at the time, he would have known there could be no control. As she stripped for bed, she was stripping to be spanked by her daddy, but it was more than a spanking. Her hands fondled her breasts and they became his hands. When she patted and squeezed her buttocks, her daddy was spanking them and there was no pain, only lovely, wild sexual arousal and then she was lying on her bed and there was a hand in her crotch, a finger working where she felt desire burning hotly. Her finger was his penis as he performed the ultimate act with her and when she climaxed, she learned for the first time that sex with a man was not the dull, messy thing she had known it to be, but could be beautiful, more beautiful than anything she had ever known.
Knowing that he wasn't going to get to sleep, not for a long time. Brad decided that therapy was called for, the kind of therapy which would permit his body and mind to go to sleep, so he went to the bathroom, took his stiff penis out and, his mind racing with much the same thoughts as his daughter was entertaining, he slowly masturbated and then his semen was shooting.
Brad knew he had solved his problem for that night, but knew too that it would return tomorrow. What he did not know was what he was going to do about it. He knew he could make an educated guess, but he was afraid to since he too had been conditioned by the society he had condemned and the name of the game was still the dirty word-incest.
Father and daughter were able to chat casually in the morning, but as she moved around the kitchen, Brad was Very much aware of his daughter's body and she of his. Both were distracted during the day, giving less than full attention to their tasks, and then it was late afternoon and Ethel was getting dinner ready for them, anxious for her father to get home, to be close to her, hoping that they would have another wonderful evening of conversation, dreaming that it would go beyond that, that they would be lovers, lying warmly naked together in her father's wide bed.
When she heard her father come into the house, she wanted to throw her arms around him and kiss him, but told herself not to, that she would put too much into any kiss she gave him then and could frighten him.
Hurrying to the kitchen, he did what she had wanted to, hugging her and giving her a quick kiss on the mouth, then quickly releasing her. Conversation was a little difficult for both, so she told him to have a drink and read his paper while she was busy in the kitchen.
Glancing to his left as he poured the drink, Brad saw her bending to check something in the oven, saw the expanded tops of her nylons and bare thighs above. He only spilled a little whisky on the counter, then he left the room with his drink.
Ethel had heard the bottle rattling against the glass and when she saw the spilled whisky on the counter, she smiled as she realized that he had watched her bending, showing her thighs. She was going to make a point of showing him more, she vowed as she wiped it up, then added to her excitement by raising the hem of her dress high and rubbing a hand on the crotch of her panties.
What she didn't realize was that rather than sitting with his paper, her father stood just inside the door of the living room and saw her reflection in the dining room mirror, saw the hand go to the crotch of pale blue panties and rub there.
He spilled a little more whisky then and knew that it was futile to fight the inevitable, accepted the fact that his relationship with his daughter had reached the point of no return and that they would become lovers. Having faced that, it became easier to bear and he told himself that there was no point in delaying, that they would chat after dinner, the shared warmth would grow and then he would take her to bed and they would make love.
Since it was Friday evening and both could sleep late in the morning, they would be free to make it a night of love and lust, a beautiful orgy for two. He wondered if she would want him to spank her and decided that if she did, he would love to. He had never spanked anyone, but had read a couple of erotically written accounts of spanking and the thought of having her lying on his bare thighs while he smacked her lovely bottom, caused his penis to stiffen and throb. Not caring whether or not she could see his reflection in the same mirror, he put his drink down and adjusted the position of his erection, making it feel a little more comfortable. If his daughter saw the bulge, he told himself with a little grin, it would just give her a hint of what was in store for later.
To his surprise, he was able to read his paper and then dinner was ready and he went to the table, holding her chair for her as she sat, then going to the cupboard and opening a bottle of wine.
"Mmmmm, how festive," Ethel said, as he poured the wine.
"It's a very special event," he told her and raised his glass in a toast.
"Wonderful, what is it?" she asked as she raised her glass in reply.
"I can't tell you that until later," he told her and saw her hand tremble, wondering if she had guessed the nature of the special event, the birth of a beautiful love affair.
After the tasty meal, he offered, then insisted on helping with the dishes, but she was adamant. He was to go away and read his paper, so he did. He thought of taking a drink with him, but compromised with a glass of wine, wanting to be sober and strong for the evening.
As he waited for his daughter to join him, Brad tried to figure out how he would start, what he would say to get the conversation started, but he couldn't find the words, not any of them.
He was still searching for them when she walked into the room, so he forgot about words, got to his feet and took her in his arms, then each was groaning into the mouth of the other as they kissed, their bodies pressed warmly together.
"Oh Dad," she whispered after the kiss, "I was so afraid you wouldn't. I love you, my darling. My body is so hungry for you. I want you to kiss me and strip me and feel me all over and then fuck me. My cunt is hot for you, darling, so hot and horny for your cock."
"Jesus, what a tigress I've got here. I love you too, darling, not in the way a father is supposed to love his daughter, but to hell with it. I love you and that's the way it is and is going to be."
"Forever and ever amen," she finished for him, then they were kissing again.
"Oh yes, Brad," she said later, as they continued to embrace and he was delighted by the change in status from Dad to Brad, "there's one thing more I want to do this evening."
"Just tell me what it is, darling."
"I think what really triggered all this was that story I told you about Christine and her father. Let's start by playing their game. I want to find out if a spanking would be as exciting as I suspect it would."
"I hoped you'd say that, dear," he told her. "I have been wondering the same thing and the thought of baring your bottom the way he does, makes me feel even randier. I won't spank you too hard though."
"Let's discuss it, Brad. I have a hunch it would be a mistake to just pat my ass. I think you should make it a real spanking, one that would sting and make my cheeks at least pink, if not rosy red."
"We'll work it out, my angel. We'll work out so many things. By the way, tonight you're going to see that fucking can be a beautiful act for the woman as well as the man. That's a promise."
"I know it, Brad and I'm glad I waited for you to show me. I'm also glad I got rid of my cherry so that it won't hurt me this time."
"I don't suppose you suspected at the time that you were doing it for me," he told her and grinned.
"Lord no. I don't know what I'd have said if anyone had told me that. I know I've always loved you, but that would have been beyond belief, right up to last night."
"You knew it last night too, did you?" Brad asked, then one hand moved down her back and fondled a lovely, firm buttock as she sighed warmly and pressed against a very stiff penis.
"I guess it would be more accurate to say I hoped," she told him. "I stripped naked, played with myself and then fingered my pussy until I had come. In my fantasy, you were doing all those things to me and my finger was your stiff cock."
"It was the same for me. As soon as you were in your room, I hurried to the bathroom, took my cock out and thought beautiful thoughts of you while I pulled myself. If I hadn't done that, I wouldn't have been able to get to sleep."
"Let's go to your room now, Brad, our room. I am going to sleep with you from now on, aren't I?"
"I hope so, darling. I want that very much."
"I'll be a better wife than she ever was, darling. You'll see."
Hand in hand they walked to the bedroom, he closed the drapes, then she turned the light on, just one light so that it cast a warm glow in the room, though not as warm a glow as that cast by their love and desire for each other.
"Now darling," Brad told his trembling daughter, "take your dress off and let me see you in bra and panties, then I'll strip naked. Once we get started I won't want to stop to take my clothes off."
Her eyes shining, Ethel opened her dress . and pushed it down to her waist. She wore a pale blue bra which matched her panties and the way she filled it caused her father's penis to leap and threaten to explode, then she pushed the dress down over her hips, allowed it to fall, then stepped out of it.
Trembling, she turned her back to her father and went slowly to drape the dress over the back of a chair. As her father stared, he was speechless. He had expected that her bottom would be beautiful and exciting to see, but what she packed in and around the sheer panties was much more than that. The cheeks were plump, perfectly rounded and looked incredibly firm and silken smooth. The shadowy valley between added to their exciting beauty.
When she turned again to smile at him, Brad was already undressing, almost tearing his clothes off in his eagerness to be rid of them, and then he was stepping out of his shorts, naked, his penis looking big and strong and beautiful, the sac below promising the girl a rich infusion of semen.
"Oh darling, you're beautiful," Ethel said with a little squeal of passion, then she was in his arms and his organ was throbbing against her belly as they shared more passionate kisses and he used both hands to fondle a pair of buttocks so firm that they were not to be believed. He didn't know whether the firmness of her nether cheeks would make a spanking more or less painful, but he would soon find out about that, he thought as he rubbed them.
"Do you want me take my bra off now, dear?" she asked in a whisper charged with excitement.
"No, let me do it for you, if I can manage it with these trembling fingers," he replied, then he was working at the hooks while the fully packed cups of the garment pressed against his chest as his daughter sighed with desire which matched his.
After he had slipped the last hook, Brad paused as though not sure he had the strength to take the garment off her, then his hands came around her and he cried out at the sight of her naked breasts, the most beautiful by far that he had ever seen.
"Do you like my tits, Brad? Are they big enough for you?" she asked, confidently.
"My God, darling, I can't begin to tell you just how beautiful they are, how they excite me. How I'm going to suck these beauties," he told her as he held and fondled the twin beauties, alabaster with cherry tips, he thought and wondered that flesh and tissue could be so firm, that skin could be smoother than even the purest silk.
"Oh yes, darling, yes," she almost hissed, "I want you to suck my tits, but now, more than anything, I want that spanking. I want to feel you taking my panties down, want to lie on your strong thighs and feel your big prick under my belly. I want you to spank my butt and make me cry.
Hearing the urgency in her tone, Brad released her breasts and went to sit on the bed.
"Sit on the chair," Ethel told him, "that's the way they do it," then he pulled the chair away from the bed, sat on it and then she saw his penis, rising like the mast of a sailing ship.
Hurrying to him, Ethel stood with her back to him, then she was sighing as he fondled and squeezed through her panties before gripping the top of the garment with trembling fingers and beginning to peel them down. She tried to keep still, but couldn't keep her behind from wriggling in her wild arousal, making it more exciting for her father as well as for herself.
"Oh sweet Jesus," he groaned as he bared the lush bottom and left her panties stretched across her white thighs, just above the tops of her nylons, "this has to be the most beautiful ass in the world. I want to kiss it and lick it and eat It up. I want to try to bury my face in your beautiful crack."
"Spank me first, Daddy," she panted, then turned to let him look at the frontal view, saw his eyes go to her crotch and feast there, then she was rubbing warmly as she lay across his thighs, her naked bottom excitingly presented.
His right hand went to a buttock, not in a spank, but a rubbing caress, then he heard her panting for her spanking, so he raised his hand and brought it down in a slap, the sound of which rang through the room. She gave a little cry, but it was more a cry of passion than of pain he knew, so he slapped the other cheek which hardly joggled at all, his hand seeming to bounce off the firm round.
She whimpered through the first few spanks, then began sobbing. Her sounds, mingled with the clear, sharp sound of the slaps, further excited him so that he didn't remember to keep the spanking moderate, then she was crying as he admired the warm pink glow his hand was smacking into her lovely cheeks as she rubbed hotly over his thighs and the swollen head of his penis.
And then he realized how loudly she was crying and how red her buttocks had become and he stopped spanking at once, apologizing profusely as he massaged the rosy red mounds and her crying softened.
"Look, Brad, look," she sobbed as she leaped from his lap and stood with her back to him. "Watch me rub my rosy red ass . . . just like Christina . . . it's so hot . . . it tingles so," she added as her hands went on rubbing and Brad felt an explosion threatening in his loins.
"I'm sorry, darling," he apologized again, "I didn't mean to spank you so hard. I just went wild. Now I know why her father spanks her."
"Don't be sorry, darling, it was beautiful. That had to be the most exciting thing that ever happened to me. I know I'll want you to spank me often from now on, not just once a week. Oh Daddy," she gasped, reverting to the old, familiar term, "feel how hot my ass cheeks are."
He put both hands on them, rubbed, then lost them as she hurried to the mirror and he watched her lovely body twisting so that she could see the reflection of her hot, tingling nether cheeks.
Her face streaked with tears, eyes shining with wild excitement, her body beautifully mature looking, she was a thrilling blend of woman and little girl, then he saw her fallen panties around her ankles and she became all woman again. Going to her, he helped her step out of them and then led her to the bed. Still standing, he embraced and kissed her.
Passion flared anew for the two of them, then it flared too high for him to contain and he tightened his embrace of her and grunted and groaned as his semen spurted between them, love's labors lost for the time being.
"Yes, darling, shoot your cream," she panted. "We'll get your cock hard again fast and you'll give me the fuck I want, the beautiful fuck. Oh, you've got so much cream, darling, there . . . there . . . there," she soothed and then the spurting stopped and their bodies stuck together, bonded by the erotic glue of beautiful lust.
"God damn," he said then and managed a wry grin, "I guess I acted like a schoolboy with his first date."
"No you didn't, darling," she assured him. "You acted like the most beautiful lover in the world. It amazed me that you were able to hold back as long as you did. I thought you'd go off while you were spanking me and I was rubbing on your cock. Wait here, I'll get a towel and clean us up."
Her red buttocks bouncing, she ran to the bathroom and then she was back, wiping his belly and matted pubic hair with the towel before she wiped her own tummy, then took off the wet garter belt and her nylons as well.
"Let's rest over a drink, dear," she suggested. "We have so many things to talk about."
"That sounds fine, darling, but wouldn't you like me to give you a nice come first?"
"Truth, no. I'd rather stay as I am, tingling all over. I'll have my come later and it will be beautiful."
"You'll have many comes later, darling," he assured her.
In the kitchen, he drew the drapes before turning the light on, then he poured drinks for them, wine for her and whisky for himself.
Since the drapes had already been closed in the living room, they carried their drinks there and sat on the couch to talk.
"You didn't really enjoy that spanking, did you dear?" Brad asked.
"Oh yes, darling, it was fantastic. At first, I pretended I was Christina and that made it exciting, but then I didn't need to. I could be myself and it was wild. Even the sound of my crying made it more thrilling for me. As much as it stung, I was sorry when you stopped. I think I'm a natural masochist, I'm sure of it. Tell me, what was it like for you?"
"Darling it was so exciting spanking your lovely ass that I can't describe it. If the joy of every fuck I've ever enjoyed could be rolled into one package, it wouldn't be as great as the thrill of that spanking."
"Then it sounds as though you enjoyed it too, half as much as I did, maybe."
For a little while, they played a game of "my joy is greater than your joy," then he reached for her lush breasts, she sighed as he fondled them, then he pushed his daughter down onto her back and began sucking them.
Lust flared hotly for both man and girl while his mouth drove her mad and his hands helped by fondling as he sucked.
After that he began kissing his way down her body, his hands going ahead of his face. When one hand felt her mons veneris, the tips of the fingers touching her thighs, Ethel opened her crotch wide and the hand went slowly into it, rubbing so gently and warmly that heat flared and she moaned with mounting passion.
"You like my hand on your tender little pussy, do you?" Brad asked, his mouth just above her pussy bush.
"Oh yes, it feels so good, so gentle, nobody ever touched me like that."
"There's an even better touch coming, darling, an exciting one that will make you have such a big come."
"Oh yes, Daddy, do it, whatever it is. Give me a nice come."
She didn't see him lick his lips as his hands moved under her thighs, raising them, then there was only an instant of warning as she felt moist, warm breath in her crotch. At the touch of his mouth on her vulva, a cry broke from her throat and her body jerked strongly.
"Oh darling . . . darling," she groaned, "you're sucking me . . . you're sucking my cunt."
Brad didn't take his mouth off her organ to confirm it, didn't need to, he just went on sucking the soft, warm little crotch mouth as his hands rubbed her thighs and very warm buttocks, then he added to the thrill as his tongue worked slowly into her slit.
"Oh Daddy . . . Daddy," she panted, "your tongue. It's right in me. It's fucking in my cunt like a cock only so much better. Oh darling, I can't stand it . . . I'm going to go out of my mind."
Changing his position and turning her a little without losing the contact of his mouth on her organ, Brad wrapped his arms around her and pulled her crotch onto his face like a warm, silken garment, sucked a little more, then his tongue was curling around her clitoris, a surprisingly long one, and he licked it ardently until she shrieked in orgasm, an orgasm that made her forget about any she'd ever experienced before.
Taking his tongue away from her passion bud, Brad kept his face buried in her crotch, his arms wrapped around her as she jerked and threshed through sensational climax which seemed to go on forever, then passed slowly, leaving her entire being bathed in a warm, golden glow.
"Oh Brad, darling," Ethel sighed as she opened her eyes, "did you just invent all that?"
"No darling, that's all been around for a long time. That's what sex is supposed to be like, that and what I'm going to do to you now."
"Oh yes, Daddy, I want you to fuck me. All those other things, the kissing and licking and sucking, they didn't do that. You made my whole body feel as sensitive as a cunt. You must be very special."
"I hope I'm not. It's just that those young men, youths, have stamina but not experience. They haven't learned the secret of good sex."
"What is it, darling?" she asked, her eyes shining.
"Simply, it's to turn your mind off and your body on. It knows what to do."
"Oh yes, Brad, you make it sound so simple, so natural. I really know how right you are.
"Natural is just the right word, angel, that's what sex is all about, what it's supposed to be, perfectly natural, anything and everything."
"Now Daddy, turn your lovely big cock on. Turn it on in my cunt and fuck me."
"I just have to prepare you a little more, dear," her father told her as a hand went back to her crotch and then it was doing wild and wonderful things there. "Once I get my cock into that little slit of yours, it won't be long before I go off. I'm too far gone to hold back my charge. I want you to be nice and close before I fuck you, my beautiful angel. There . . . there," he said as he held one buttock with a strong but gentle hand and the other hand Worked excitedly in her crotch, a finger inside her, where his tongue had been.
"Oh darling," she panted, "I'm getting close . . . so close . . . I'm almost there now. Oh God, the way you make me feel. Oh Daddy . . Daddy . . . Daddyyyyy," she cried out as, with delightful ease, he took the finger out of her organ and then his penis was pushing into it.
He fed it to her a little at a time, stretching her little used vagina, making her whole body feel filled with hard, throbbing penis, then it was all the way in and he was giving it to his daughter with exciting long, slow strokes, riding high on her body so that his penis made exciting contact with her sensitized clitoris.
"Oh Daddy, am I a good fuck?" Ethel panted as the big penis went on stretching and delighting her.
"You're a beautiful fuck, my darling. Your body is warm and firm and loving. Your cunt is so tight that it strangles my cock. The feel of your body and your arms around me is like silk. You're the perfect fuck, Ethel, you're better than perfect."
"Oh darling . . . darling . . . Daddy darling, I'm going to come . . . right now . . . I'm . . . "
Her words broke off and then she was climaxing, her body jerking so strongly that it carried him up with it. His ejaculation was demanding release, but he held back, groaning as though in agony, then, as her orgasm began a delicious easing, he ground down in her crotch, crushing her into the bed and then his body was jerking strongly, broken cries being torn from his throat as he fired rich semen into her churning depths and her tight vagina went on sucking his organ until he was drained and he fell on her as though in a state of collapse, his body heavy and heavenly as it pressed down on her, bonded to her naked, glowing body by their mingled sweat and by their illicit but lovely love.
And then love was what they talked about as he left his spent member soaking in the warmth of her vagina and her arms continued to hold him tightly.
"I must be so heavy on you, darling," he told Ethel. "Let me get up now and I'll lie beside you and hold you."
"No darling, I love your weight on me. Please stay. Fucking was never like this before, nothing ever was for me, nothing in the world."
"Perhaps it's because it was more than just fucking, angel," he told her. "It was a meeting of two bodies in a profession of love, all the giving and taking of love."
"I'm sure it was that, my darling Brad. I love you with every part of my being. I want to be owned by you. I want you to take my body and do what you want with it. It's your body."
"But darling, love can't own," he explained to her. "Love is for sharing, not for owning."
"Then I guess you're just stuck with me," she said. "You own me whether you like it or not and that's that."
And that was that as their forbidden relationship blossomed and grew, newness being replaced by richness and warmth.
Together they explored and continued to explore the many sinuous paths of love and lust, their bodies and spirits so right for each other.
Ethel's enjoyment of her first spanking was not a fluke, she discovered. The evening after her first one, she told her father as they chatted after dinner that she felt very naughty and that only a spanking would cure her.
He hesitated, fearing that she was offering it only to please him, but as she sat on his lap and squirmed in passion, he got the message and, a little later, in their bedroom, the naked, crying beauty got the spanking she wanted, a spanking which began with his open hand, then with the leather soled slipper she had placed on the table beside the chair on which he sat.
She knew she would like a spanking with the slipper, she told him later, because she had tried it that afternoon after she had undressed for her shower and was feeling very sexy.
"If you were feeling that sexy, darling," he asked, "I take it you did other things beside give yourself a spanking with the slipper."
"Oh yes, darling," she told him, sighing. "It made me so horny that I played with my ass cheeks for a while, just thrilling to the nice tingling I had spanked into them, then I slipped a finger into my pussy and gave myself such a big come, not as nice as the comes you give me, but nice."
"What a naughty little girl I have," he told her with a grin as they lay together on the bed, naked, their bodies glowing in total content. "I can see you're going to need many more spankings."
"Oh yes, I'm sure of it, darling. I'll find a whole lot of things for you to spank me with and as my ass gets more and more accustomed to the beautiful sting of spankings, I'll be able to take more and more. I have a feeling that it won't be long before I'll want you to give me strappings with your belt or maybe you could chase me around the room, naked, beating my butt and thighs with a switch. When you've given me enough, you could just grab me wherever you catch me and fuck me right there."
"What a beautiful, thrilling, wild creature you've become, my sexy little angel," her father told her as he fondled a breast and rubbed a firm, smooth tummy.
"It's only the beginning, darling," Ethel told him.
And her statement proved to be true. Ethel is now twenty-two, has a good job and is a totally happy woman. Her father offers her love on a basis of equality, but she is not in the market for that. He must be and continues to be, her lord and master, but he is a very gentle and considerate and loving master.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
The movie "Marjoe" portrayed one aspect of Evangelism with motives other than the purely spiritual. This whole area seems to be a mixed bag, containing some preachers who believe in and are dedicated to their cause, others who are out and out con artists, and still others who may contain a little of both.
Usually, where religion is not the dominating factor which drives the religious con man, financial profit is, but there are exceptions, one of whom called himself simply Joshua.
He traveled through the bible belt preaching a fierce brand of religion, one which taught that there was little good in humankind and much evil. While he placed much emphasis on a fire and brimstone hell, he preached too of terrible punishments on earth in the form of diseases, disasters and violent death.
While his approach would not have been widely accepted by sophisticated audiences, he was not concerned since the audiences he chose were small town folk who had been softened up for him by other evangelists; people who believe that there is a God who supervises all human activity and who speaks through his specially appointed agents, communicating with them daily.
Joshua made it very clear in his preaching that he was more than just an agent of God, he was a special, earthly assistant who had been given powers given to no other man, powers which could be used to save or to condemn those with whom he came into contact.
When he spoke at prayer meetings, he urged his listeners to spread the word of his powers so that others may learn and so be spared the torments of hell and led to the joys of salvation, but when he granted a private audience to one of his believers, there was much waving of arms as he invited God to join them and informed the person involved, usually a female, that because it was an audience with God, not one word must ever be spoken of what transpired in the course of the consultation.
like other con artists in the cause of religion, he was interested in money, but that interest was secondary to his interests in satisfying his sexual desires. Here too the man was different in that, after he had been exposed as a fraud and many women offered testimony, there was not one reported incident of sexual intercourse.
Instead, he preferred to masturbate with a female companion and to splatter his semen on her naked body.
To the more sophisticated person, it would seem an impossibility that anyone could get away with what Joshua did over a period of years, but get away with it he did. Not content with the persuasive qualities of his own voice and speaking style, he had taken full advantage of modern technology so that when he traveled, he was equipped with stereo equipment and studio produced tapes which had been professionally done with the help of such techniques as echo chamber to produce an ethereal effect.
The people of the farming area town where he met his Waterloo, were ideal for Joshua's purposes. They had heard the preaching of many traveling evangelists before him and their idea of a good one, with a man who talked in terms of fire and brimstone and who scared the devil out of them.
He had not been in the area long before the people of the town and neighboring villages, came to accept Joshua as possibly the best man who had ever hit town. In addition to his fiery style of preaching, he did not put as much emphasis on the collection plate as others had, telling the people that his needs were simple and that God looked after him so that moderate donations were sufficient.
He set up his flock with a series of prayer meetings in the small school and it wasn't long before he felt he was ready to cash in, sexually. He did so by announcing to a packed hall that God had told of His great liking for the little town and that as a result, would grant His special blessings to many of the citizens through private prayer sessions with his special agent.
At that same meeting, he chose his first lucky believer, an older man who had been a loyal party hack for many years and who, Joshua had learned through his careful reading of regional newspapers, was-likely to receive a political appointment in the very near future.
Joshua received the man in the old farmhouse he had selected as his temple, swore the man to secrecy, then went on to stage a performance in which Joshua talked mostly mom-bo jumbo while the stereo boomed the voice above, promising the man worldly as well as heavenly blessings.
A few days later, the man's appointment was announced and Joshua's rating shot way up in the little town.
Having scored his coup, Joshua quickly summoned the next visitor to his temple, a woman in her early thirties. He had selected her as his number one since she seemed the most completely under his spell and because she had a rather plump, yet firm looking figure, one which he sensed would make an excellent nude for his purpose.
The woman was obviously terrified as he admitted her to the house, as though she were entering a corridor between heaven and hell, not knowing in which direction she would be led or pushed.
He questioned her about her life and her thoughts, his voice gentle in the beginning, then more commanding as his questions became more and more intimate.
"How often does your husband fuck you? What do you think when his cock is inside your cunt? How often do you have comes? Do you sometimes do it with your finger? What position are you in when you finger your cunt? Do you ever suck his cock? Do you remember to pray while he is fucking you?"
In the beginning, she blushed and stammered, but she answered every question, as he knew she would since he had conducted many such interviews, and as she fell more and more completely under his spell, there were no more blushes, no discomfort, only an eagerness to tell more and more.
And then came the stereo voice from above, telling the woman that her faith was strong and that her attitude was pleasing, then it went on to tell both to bare their minds and their bodies and promised that the woman would receive a special cleansing, after which she would never be the same, going on to tell her that if she followed the teaching of his holy special agent, then a place was reserved for her in heaven.
She had fallen to her knees at the first sound from above and remained kneeling on the bare wooden floor as she swore solemnly that she would be obedient to Joshua in all matters, even if he told her to kill herself.
Wailing loudly to cover the sound, Joshua pressed the button to turn the hidden stereo off, then the woman was his, to do with as he chose.
"Are you prepared to receive the special cleansing?" Joshua asked the woman and she assured him that she was not just ready, but terribly eager.
"Then let us obey orders and bare our minds and bodies at once," he told her, then pulled his robe open to show that he was naked under it, his penis stiffly erect.
When the woman gasped at the sight of it, Joshua told her that he had been prepared to administer the special cleansing by divine blessing.
"Are you going to put it in me?" she asked.
"No, for me to do so would be a great sin. My divine cock will cleanse you and prepare you for heaven, but it must not enter your cunt, for that would reduce me to the stage of being merely a mortal man. Remove all of your clothes now and bare yourself totally."
With only a little nervousness, the woman removed her plain black, Sunday dress, then took off a black rayon slip to show him how well she filled a white bra and white girdle.
Telling her to stop at that point, he raised his eyes to heaven and mumbled words she could not understand as he fondled her bra and girdle, then rubbed her upper arms and then her thighs and legs. He had her stand with her feet wide apart, told her to look toward heaven, then crouched behind her to look up at her crotch and saw the plain white panties which snugged against her vulva, then he put a hand there and rubbed warmly.
"Can you feel the beginning of a heavenly excitement?" he asked as he went on rubbing.
"Oh yes, Joshua, I can. That isn't a bad thing, is it?"
"No, my dear, it may feel like sexual arousal to you, but it is really heavenly excitement. Do all you can to let it build if your cleansing is to really save you for your reserved seat in heaven."
He went on rubbing in her crotch and she was able to report that her heavenly excitement kept growing and that it felt heavenly indeed.
Getting up then, he told her to remove her bra, then he was watching as she did so and bared big, firm breasts which were beautiful and exciting as he had expected.
Taking her to a continental bed, draped with a plain white sheet, he used his hands and mouth on her big breasts to give her another generous dose of heavenly excitement which caused her to do some heavenly writhing and panting.
Next, he had her lie on her back and raise her big legs high in the air. He removed her shoes, then unfastened her suspenders and rolled her nylons down her thighs and legs and removed them, then told her to stand. As she did so, he noted that her heavenly excitement was such that her knees trembled;
"Turn your back to me now," he told the trembling woman, "and very slowly lower your girdle and panties. It is necessary to bare your butt slowly so that there will be time for me to say the silent prayers which are so necessary."
What he said under his breath as she slowly worked the girdle and panties down over her massive behind had little to do with prayer, and then she was working her last remaining garments down her legs and stepping out of them.
"Bend from the waist, my child," he told her, "and grip the arms of that chair. That's good, now move your feet wide apart so that I may explore your secret areas. It is necessary that I see through which apertures grace will enter your body most efficiently," he told her and then he was crouched behind her, staring at her arched behind, her revealed anal ring and her vulva. Joshua mumbled more prayers as he reached up to fondle plump buttocks and her warm vulva he saw her trembling.
"Is your heavenly excitement still growing?" he asked as he kept both hands busy.
"Oh yes, Joshua. I've felt earthly excitement before, but it's never been anything like this. Do you feel the same kind of excitement?"
"I am not permitted that," he told her. "What I feel is a heavenly passion and zeal for my work, the thrill of knowing that I am preparing you for heaven. Tell me, my dear child of heaven, do you feel a need to poop?"
"No."
"That is as it should be. Now then, just as though you were going to poop, strain your arsehole and let me see that pink ring open so that I may look for signs of evil within."
With much grunting, the woman simulated defecation as he stared at her anus, wondering how long he would be able to continue the game without shooting his charge.
"It appears that you are free of evil in your arsehole my child, and that is a good thing. It is time now for a careful check of your cunt. It is there that evil loves to lurk. Sit on the end of the bed with your crotch wide open, let heavenly light penetrate your cunt."
As he did so, he congratulated himself on having positioned her just right so that bright sunlight which came through the undraped upper half of the second story window did indeed bathe her crotch, a fact which he was careful to point out to her.
"Lie back on the bed now and raise your legs back over your body," he commanded, his eyes shining with what she knew to be a heavenly light of their own.
"I must pray more," he told her. "The devil would try to tempt me to penetrate your beautiful cunt with my prick, but I must resist that great temptation. While I pray in silence, you must keep the heavenly excitement alive by fingering your cunt until you come. Pretend you are alone at home, you are very horny and so your finger goes into your cunt and strokes there until it makes you come. When did you last finger your cunt?"
"About a week ago," she told him as he gazed at her big, arched behind and her wide open crotch.
"Tell me the circumstances of it, my child. Was it a sinful thing?"
"I.. . I don't know, Joshua. It was at night. My husband pushed my nightie up to my chin, he felt me up a while and got me-nice and horny, then he fucked me," the woman reported in obvious arousal. "like always," she went on, "it was just a quick fuck and then he did what he always does, he just pulled it out of me, then turned over and went to sleep. I was so horny I went to the toilet, sat on the seat and fingered myself until I had my come. Was that sinful?"
"No my child, you may do that whenever you wish and you will be blessed for it. The sin was your husband's, for getting you horny, fucking you and not giving you the come you needed. Now then, finger your cunt while I say the necessary prayers," he told her and she sent a finger into her slit and began stroking, finding it strange that instead of praying with his hands folded as other preachers did, he prayed with one hand closed around the shaft of his stiff penis, but the light she saw shining in his eyes looked very spiritual indeed. Just a little later, her big, naked body was bouncing in orgasm and her panting sounded loud in the quiet room.
"Was it a good come?" he asked her as she opened her eyes, sighing.
"Oh yes, it was a very good one."
"That is because you achieved it by way of heavenly excitement," he told her, then moved closer to the bed and dropped to his knees on the thick mat he had put there for that purpose.
Bending close to her, he parted the soft, moist lips of her vulva, then rubbed a little before putting a finger into her slit to probe in a way which did nothing to reduce her state of heavenly excitement.
He talked to her about masturbation, asking intimate questions about her attitudes, positions and sensations when she masturbated. Joshua learned that she too had a good sense of sexual imagination as she described a wide variety of positions she employed and thoughts which enhanced her masturbation.
"A kitchen chair is just the right height," she told him. "If I haven't got time to strip bare naked, I just have to take my panties off, then I fit my cunt to the corner of the plastic top. I part the lips of my twat so my clit makes contact with it, then I rub back and forth until I come. It may not feel as good as when my husband's stiff cock is fucking me, but it makes me come and that's something his cock never does."
"It sounds like a pleasant form of self fucking," he told her. "I must visit you one day and watch you doing it. Of course, I'll expect you to be bare naked for it."
"Oh yes, Joshua, I'll be pleased to do it for you," she told him. "It's so wonderful to be able to do such wonderful things and to know it's not a sin because I'm doing them for the Lord. Do you want me to finger my cunt again?" she asked, obviously eager to finger her organ in such a good cause.
"No, my dear, there are other things to be done," Joshua told her as he licked his lips. "I must make a careful check of your cunt to ensure that it is in the proper condition for the climax of the ceremony. The eyes alone and the hands alone are not sufficient, so I must employ my mouth and my tongue."
"Is it going to be like when a man sucks a woman's cunt?" she asked, her eagerness still showing.
"Very much so, my dear child, but how can you know of such things when you tell me your husband doesn't suck your cunt?"
"Once, when I was a child, twelve or so, an old man gave me money to take my bloomers off and let him see and feel my ass and pussy. After that, he put his mouth on my cunt and sucked. He got his tongue in too and licked a lot."
"Did you enjoy having your little girl cunt lapped like that?" Joshua asked.
"Not at first, I was too scared, but later, it got me real horny and I loved it. That was my very first come, but it was the last time I ever got my cunt sucked."
"Then just relax, dear," he told her, "because this holy ceremony is very much like cunt lapping and if your soul is at peace and your mind free, then you may enjoy a very good come."
Lowering his face to her crotch, he fitted his open mouth to her vulva and began sucking eagerly while she moaned and panted as she recalled the childhood act of cunnilingus and told herself that the present one was much better. She particularly liked the way his hands kept rubbing over her thighs, hips and belly while his mouth and tongue drove her wild.
Regardless of the state of her soul or mind, what his licking tongue and sucking mouth did, provided her with a magnificent climax, one which left her panting and sighing while the man's fingers probed where much excess fluid from her vagina had trickled down into the valley between her buttocks.
"Your cunt was very hot and juicy," he told her and she opened her eyes.
"Oh yes, it sure is and you made it a lot juicier. I can feel all that juice right in the crack of my butt. Did my cunt pass the test?"
"I can't be sure, my dear. In fact, I fear I must test it again."
"Oh that's all right, Joshua, I don't mind," she told him, her tone underlining her words, her eyes shining with delight at the prospect of getting another beautiful lapping.
"Your attitude must be very pleasing to Him," Joshua told her as he' licked his lips, then lowered his face into her crotch for seconds, triggering another lovely orgasm for her, one which left her panting, her naked body covered with a film of perspiration.
"And now, my dear," he told her as he stood, his stiff penis held in his right hand, "you have qualified for the climax of the ceremony, the divine bathing with heavenly grace."
"Oh Joshua, I'm so glad I qualified. What do I have to do now?"
"All you have to do is lie on your back and I'll do the rest," he told her as he knelt astride her face, his heavy sac almost touching her. "There, your lovely body is so ready for grace now, my dear. I shall prime the heavenly pump and then cleansing grace will gush all over your body and make you a new woman. Just lie still now and wait for your cleansing."
"Oh yes, Joshua, it's just like you're pulling yourself," she told him as he began masturbating.
"If an ordinary man did this, it would be just that," he told her as he frigged slowly, "but I am not an ordinary man and what I'm going to shoot over your tits and belly will not be ordinary semen. Be ready now, grace is just about to gush all over your naked body so that it can seep into your soul and render it heavenly pure," the man told her, then she heard him panting and then felt semen shooting first over her breasts, then over her well rounded tummy.
He paused when he was drained, squeezed a few more drops of semen onto her upper chest, then he got off the bed and knelt beside it. While he mumbled more incantations which she could not understand, and was not meant to, he used two hands to massage the sticky semen all over her, from her breasts to her mons veneris.
"There, my dear," he told her, a little tiredly, "it was very tiring work, but I have given you the total blessing. You may get dressed now and be assured that heaven is yours."
"Oh Joshua," she said as she picked up her bra and tucked her sticky breasts into the cups, "if heaven is any better than what you showed me today, it must be a heavenly place."
"I'm pleased to see that you are content with your new grace, my child," he told her as she stepped into her panties and pulled them up her legs, then he stopped her by putting a hand on each cheek of her behind. "Just think of it, my dear," he told her as he patted the smooth cheeks, "already, a seat is being prepared in heaven for this beautiful big butt."
Joshua lured many more women to his lair and each time enjoyed as thrilling an experience as he had with his first guest. To remain above suspicion, he invited men and older women there as well and when he did, they received nothing but prayers and promises of heaven if they obeyed his rules.
But careful as he was, he made the mistake of telling one woman that the Lord had smiled on her and would cure her of diabetes. There was no reason for him to do that, but it excited him to press his luck after becoming bored by success.-
The message apparently didn't get through to the Lord, since the woman died in shock. Her daughter returned from the city where she lived and asked a lot of questions. The doctor told her that her mother had told him she didn't need insulin or any other form of treatment, and he guessed that Joshua had had something to do with her decision.
The daughter, Marylou, was a newspaper reporter and an intelligent young woman, intelligent enough to know that to confront the quack with her suspicions would achieve nothing except that it might encourage him to leave town and just go on conning people elsewhere.
Marylou was all sweetness and light and innocence as she spoke to the man and thanked him for having made her mother's final days peaceful through religion. She was a stunning young beauty and knew that his eyes kept moving over her as they talked, sensing that she would be able to trap him as planned.
She spoke of the sinful life of the big city and even managed to blush a little as she confessed that she had lost her virginity.
Knowing it would be a mistake to push too fast, she gave up her job in the city and told Joshua that she was going to remain in the little town and try to make peace with the Lord again.
In time, her beauty overcame his suspicion and then she was invited to his farmhouse for a session with the Lord which would cleanse her of her past sins and make her pure for the future.
Proud of her acting ability, she blushed and stammered through the early stages of the meeting, sounded properly impressed when she heard the voice from above, wondering whether the unit was a Sony or a Philips, then her lush body was bare and Joshua was having himself a ball.
He added pleasure to business when he went down on her, not content until she had experienced three orgasms, then she lay face down on the bed while he masturbated on her buttocks, later massaging the semen all over them and her lush thighs, words pouring from him as he described his acts aloud.
Later, when she returned to her house, Marylou removed the tape from her purse, a cleverly disguised tape recorder which a friend in the city had rented for her, and played it for a friend, a writer whom she had known for years.
"Yes," she agreed, "if I turned it over to the cops, he could be charged, I suppose, but they couldn't do that much to him. I want more revenge than that."
"Well, if it's real revenge you're after, I could round up the right bunch of townsmen, men whose wives have visited our friend Joshua. If they were to hear that tape, I have a feeling his career would be ended. Of course his life would be too."
"That suits me fine," Marylou told her friend. "My mother's life is finished, thanks to him. If we allow him to live, he'll destroy others."
Her friend rounded up what he considered to be just the right group of men and the following evening, just after darkness had fallen, they approached the farmhouse silently. Marylou knocked, told the cautious Joshua who she was and he admitted her, followed by a number of very serious looking men, most of them armed.
Joshua turned an ugly gray color. He seemed to look only vaguely at the men, instead looking very intently at Marylou as though telling himself that his earlier suspicions had been correct and that the young beauty had caused his downfall.
"Keep him under control and quiet," Marylou told the men, casually assuming that she was their leader, "I want to look around."
Signalling one of the men to accompany her, she went on a tour of the old house and in his bedroom, found a locked desk. When she asked if he could unlock it for her, he smiled, told her to step back, then did it the direct way, with one shot.
There was money in the drawer, but she ignored it, instead picking up one of the cheap notebooks she saw. As she began to read it, a smile crossed her face. She picked up all four notebooks, then returned to the room where the others awaited with the ashen evangelist.
Joshua said nothing as she began reading from the first notebook, a detailed account of how he had taken sexual advantage of one woman who was identified by name.
"That's enough," one of the men in the group told her, the husband of the woman about whom she had been reading.
Marylou flipped pages until she came to the next case, then resumed reading.
"What the hell do we want to hear anymore for?" one of the men asked. "We know all we need to know about this polecat and we know what to do with him, right?"
There was unanimous agreement and Marylou knew that the trial was over and that the next step was execution. One look at Joshua told her that he was aware of it too, yet there was no look of terror on his face, no suggestion that he would plead for his life. It was as though he knew he had been playing a game, had won all the way and had finally lost the vital point which would cost him his life.
"I reckon you don't know none of us," one of the men said to Marylou." It was a statement, not a question.
"Reckon I don't," she replied.
The man who had become the leader of the group nodded to her writer friend, he put a hand under her elbow and Marylou was guided from the room. Her friend said nothing as they walked about a hundred yards to his car, then he drove her home, said goodnight and drove off.
Alone in the house, Marylou poured herself a drink, considered what was going to happen or perhaps had already happened, and told herself she had done the right thing.
The people of the little town acted just a little surprised when Joshua was found the next morning. He had no clothes on, but that didn't really matter to him since the one thing he wore was a rope around his neck, a rope which kept him suspended about a foot above the ground.
It was just as well that he was dead, since his one joy in life had been masturbation, and as his lifeless body swung from the branch of the tree, it was obvious that the one item essential to masturbation had been removed. Joshua really would have had nothing to live for anyway.
CASE HISTORY SIX
It was as though fate had decreed that Clara was to be a lonely woman. As a girl, she was quite plain and had a bad complexion, so that when other girls were dating, she was reading. Romantic historical novels were her favorite, the more passionate the better.
In the privacy of her room, it was easy to cast herself in the role of the beautiful heroine in the flowing gown which was invariably cut low to display luscious breasts.
Her reading became more interesting one day when she was surprised at discovering that her left hand had found its way into her crotch and was rubbing warmly there. It felt so good that she put her book down, slipped her panties down, then returned the hand to her crotch.
After rubbing a little, she slipped a finger into the warm slit and then discovered that she didn't need the book to stimulate her. Her mind drifted back to the last passionate chapter she had read and then she was the beautiful heroine and what she did in her fantasy was even more exciting than what she had read.
In the book, sex had been strongly suggestive, though not actually described, but in her fantasy it was so real that she trembled. She had a real vagina and her finger became a very real penis. Everything became even more real when climax swept over her and she was sure she could feel the weight of her naked lover crushing her into the bed, could feel his semen shooting strongly into her churning depths.
It set a new pattern of reading for her, so that, when she could be sure she was not going to be disturbed, she would read until arousal became strong and a fantasy began to form, then her phantom lover would strip her naked.
He was always a good, unhurried lover who fondled and sucked her breasts, fondled tummy, thighs and firm buttocks, then moved into her crotch to bring her all the way to ecstatic climax.
As she developed, her facial appearance improved a little as her complexion cleared, but her face was still short of beautiful. She had a very good figure though and she began getting dates.
She enjoyed petting and allowed her date some liberty with his hands, more than her other friends did in that she allowed a hand to go inside her dress to fondle the cups of her bra, and under the dress, all the way to her panties.
Despite her late start in dating, she married at eighteen and looked forward to a beautiful, romantic life with a husband and children. Her man had seemed very sexy during their sessions of petting and she had every reason to believe that she had a lover for life, not just a husband.
But it didn't work out that way. The man who had seemed such an ardent lover during courtship, turned out to be a very selfish one as a husband.
Each time they began petting he would be in a hurry to get to the main event. With very little foreplay, he would hurry his penis into her, give her a fast ride and then it was game over. Clara never even came close to achieving climax during intercourse and it wasn't long before she had to face the fact that her sexual fantasies and masturbation had been much more satisfying than the real thing was.
A few times, she discussed it with him, or tried to, but it didn't get her anywhere. He told her she had been reading too many romantic novels and expected too much of sex. When she spoke of her lack of orgasm, he showed her an article which stated that only a minority of women can achieve climax during intercourse.
Clara was just nineteen when their son, Evan, was born and he gave her a new interest in life. It was as well he did, because it was about then that Clara's husband began spending more and more time away from home. She began to worry that their marriage was foundering, but rather than face it and fight it, she turned her back to the problem and concentrated on her son instead.
She smothered him with affection so that as he developed, he remained totally attached to her. He didn't want other friends, his mother was enough, all he wanted.
In times of introspection, Clara knew that she was not being fair to the boy, that he should spend more time with other boys, that she was using him to fight her loneliness, but nothing changed.
When Evan was almost fourteen, Clara's husband told her he wanted a divorce. He was in love with a younger woman and wanted to marry her. It didn't come as much of a shock to Clara and she accepted his decision.
Her husband had done very well in business and was able to set up a trust fund which would allow her to live comfortably without ever having to work. The break was made so cleanly during that period, they were a little closer, a little friendlier than they had been in years.
Far from being upset when he got the word, Evan seemed delighted.
"We'll have such fun, Mother," was his initial reaction, "just the two of us."
Although she didn't need to work, Clara decided it would be good for her to take at least a part time job so that she would be among people, would keep from getting stale and stagnant. Since she was in no hurry, she took her time and found a pleasant job which involved five afternoons a week, working from one until five.
"It will work out just fine," she explained to her son. "When you get home from school, you can do your home work and studying, we'll have dinner around seven, then we'll have the whole evening to ourselves."
Evan was pleased with the deal, since it pleased his mother, but there was another reason he was so happy with it. He had discovered solo sex, just as his mother had at about his age.
Masturbation was something he had known about and enjoyed for some time, but he had developed a new angle. It had happened one afternoon when he was alone in the house and picked up a pair of his mother's panties. The nylon felt so soft, so sexy as he held the garment in his hand, then, impulsively, he stripped and put the panties on. He had only intended playing a little, rubbing his penis through the sexy, clinging nylon, but he became so excited that before he could push the panties down, his semen was shooting into them.
Evan panicked, then hurriedly washed the panties and dried them in front of the oven and was able to replace them before his mother returned home.
Since she wouldn't get home until almost five-thirty, he reasoned, he would have lots of time to play his sexy games, not just with her panties, but with garter belts, nylons, nighties, anything he wanted.
On his first afternoon alone, Evan stripped naked, hurried to his mother's room and dressed in panties, garter belt and nylons. He trembled as he looked at his reflection in the mirror and rubbed his thighs in their sheaths of sheer nylon.
He spotted a pair of high heeled shoes, tried them on and, to his delight, they proved to be a comfortable fit. Walking was difficult at first, but he quickly mastered the art and spent a long time walking back and forth in front of the full length mirror, from time to time, pausing to rub the form of his erect penis through the nylon panties.
When he felt ejaculation approaching, he pushed the panties down and fired his charge into a wad of tissues.
The game became more exciting when he stuffed the cups of a bra with socks and then he had breasts to fondle, big breasts like his mother's.
And then a problem developed when he found that there was not time enough for his exciting sex sessions and his homework as well, so homework suffered. He had been an outstanding student, so that his teacher, puzzled, wrote a letter to Clara, suggesting that she find out what the problem was.
Evan had never lied to his mother, wouldn't have known how, so when she asked about his homework, he told her the whole story of how he spent his afternoons in her bedroom.
"You poor dear," she said and hugged him. "It must have been difficult to tell me that. You're so honest and I'm so proud of you."
"But aren't you angry with me for dressing in your clothes and masturbating?"
"Of course not, dear. I can understand that boys find women's lingerie sexy. As for masturbating, I did it when I was your age, it's only natural."
"Mother, that can't be true. Girls don't have . . . things to masturbate with."
"Don't tell me my son has become a male chauvinist oink-oink. Girls may not have dicks, but they have pussies. All a girl has to do is finger her pussy and she can enjoy a very nice come. Besides, a girl, or a woman, can do it as often as she-likes. She can have three or four comes in a row. When you shoot your cream, you're finished, aren't you?"
"Yes. Oh Mother, this is so exciting. You're not angry that I masturbate."
"How could I be? I masturbate whenever I feel like it. In fact, when I went to bed last night I was feeling very horny. I thought very sexy thoughts, I rubbed my pussy a while, then I slipped my finger in and stroked until such a nice come swept all over me."
Deciding that she was becoming too sexy, Clara turned the conversation around to school work and got a promise from the boy that he would not masturbate until after he had completed his homework, that he would save that for evenings and that she would give him lingerie to add to his pleasure.
Next morning, Clara had an idea and hurried out to shop. When she returned from work that afternoon, Evan was just finishing his homework.
"Did you pull yourself this afternoon?" she asked.
"No, Mother. I have a lot of catching up to do."
"That's nice, dear. I have a surprise for you for after dinner. I think you're going to like it a lot."
When he finished his homework, Evan went to join his mother in the kitchen and they chatted warmly as she prepared the meal, each enjoying the company of the other.
"If you're anxious to see your surprise, dear," Clara told her son, "I can leave the dishes until later."
"Oh yes. I have no idea what it is," he told her.
Hurrying to her bedroom, she returned with a bag which she handed him.
A cry of delight broke from him as he opened it and saw panties, garter belt, bras and nylons, then noticed something else, a lightweight black girdle. Pulling the treasures from the bag, he handled them all and held them up before him, his eyes shining with excitement.
"Oh Mother, are all of these for me?"
"Yes dear, your own lingerie. Are you going to give me a little fashion show this evening?"
"Do . . . do you want me to?"
"Yes, I'd like that very much, dear. I'm sure you're going to look very pretty in them. I'll have a dressmaker make special pads for your bra so that it will feel like a real pair of breasts when you wear it. Would you like that?"
"Oh yes. Oh Mother, you're so wonderful," he said as tears welled in his eyes. He hugged her tightly, trembling as his body pressed against her breasts.
Clara was doing some trembling of her own as she held her son warmly. She had become much too highly aroused and warned herself that they could be on a path to disaster since he was, after all, her own son. Excitement was too great to be denied though, so she stopped listening to the warnings her mind tried to flash.
"Shall I go put my things on now?" Evan asked.
"Yes, do. For this time, don't put the girdle on. I want to see how pretty you look in your panties. Wear either the pink or black ones, they'll both look sexy."
As he hurried to his bedroom to change, Clara thought she could use the time to clear up the table, but then she changed her mind, thought of something much more important, so she slipped her panties down, slipped a finger into a hot slit and did the more important thing. After she climaxed, she pulled her panties back into place and learned that she was even more aroused than she had been earlier. Orgasm had been wonderful, but desire was still churning strongly and would demand many more orgasms before the evening was over, Clara knew.
Clara heard the clacking of high heels, felt her heart pounding, then her son stood in the doorway, looking un-like a son in stuffed black bra, panties, garter belt and nylons. He was wearing a pair of her black high-heeled pumps to add to the feminine effect.
"Darling, you look lovely," she said with enthusiasm.
"Thank you, Mother," he replied, his eyes shining, his hands chastely folded over the form of his erect penis.
"You don't have to hide your dick, dear," she told him and smiled. "After all, I'd expect you to have a hard-on."
Nervously, he moved his hands away and she saw how his stiff penis made the panties bulge and that his penis was a lot bigger than she would have expected. At the sight of a hard penis, the first she had seen in some time, Clara felt her arousal flare so hotly that it frightened her a little, but not enough to cause her to call a halt to the dangerous game she was playing.
Going to meet her son as he walked into the room, she took him in her arms and hugged him warmly, thrilling to the feel of the stiff penis pressed against her tummy as her hands rubbed up and down his smooth back, all the way down to where panties snugged tightly around his girlishly smooth buttocks.
"Oh Evan," she whispered, "what a beautiful girl you are, so smooth, so pretty. I hope you don't mind my saying that."
"Oh no, Mummy, I'd love to be a girl and wear pretty things all the time. I'd love to see how you look in your pretty things."
"Would you, darling? Would you really?" she asked.
"Oh yes, Mummy. Please take your dress off and let me look at you. That's what I think of when I wear your bra and panties. Please let me see."
Clara told herself she would stop at that point, but knew it was too late, that the time for stopping had passed and that she was going to go all the way with her own son.
Releasing him, she took a step back and saw his eyes shining wetly as he watched her open her dress, then pull the top down to her waist.
"Oh Mummy, you're so beautiful. They're so big," he said as he stared at the bulging cups of her white bra, saw cleavage and portions of creamy white breasts, saw her hands rubbing excitedly over the bra, then she moved closer to him, put a hand behind his head and pressed his face into the cleavage of her breasts and felt him inhaling the subtle fragrance of her as she rubbed his head with both hands, passion driving her out of her mind.
"Kneel down, darling," she told him in an urgent whisper and he obeyed at once. "Now, dear, take my dress down and see my panties and everything."
His trembling hands went up to her dress and then he was tugging it down over her wide hips, seeing that she wore white panties and a white garter belt, then the dress fell down her legs and he stared at luscious thighs and at the way the tops of her nylons expanded to caress them. A cry broke from his throat and became a groan as he wrapped his arms tightly around her and pressed his face against her sheer panties and rubbed warmly, then his hands were rubbing her buttocks, inside her clinging panties.
"Oh Mummy, I'm so happy. I think I'm going to cry. I want to cry, Mummy. Make me cry, Mummy."
"Has my pretty little girl been naughty? Shall I take her panties down and spank her bare ass?"
"Oh yes, Mummy," Evan said as he looked up at her through wet eyes and she stepped out of her dress.
"Stand up, pretty Eva," Clara told him, her mind racing, "I want to check your panties."
He stood, trembling, then one of her hands rubbed his stiff penis through the nylon while the other rubbed over the seat of his panties.
"Just as I thought, Eva, you've peed in your panties again. Mummy warned you about that. I'm going to spank you, Eva, right on your bare ass. Follow me to my room," she added, then impulsively pulled her panties down so that the upper half of her behind was exposed, then walked ahead of him to her bedroom, feeling his eyes on her buttocks.
"Kneel down, naughty little Eva," she told him and he obeyed as she stood beside her bed, then she pushed her panties farther down. "Now Eva, kiss Mummy's ass cheeks."
His hands on her hips, he covered her smooth, white buttocks with kisses, then pressed his face between the silken cheeks for another kiss, then she turned around, smiling as she saw him stare at her mons veneris. "Now kiss Mummy's pussy bush," she told him and he complied. While he kissed, her hands rubbed the back of his head, pressing his face once more firmly against the warmth of her.
"Get up now, Eva. Mummy is going to take your pretty little panties down and give you a spanking on the bottom."
As he got to his feet, Clara pulled her panties back into place, then sat on the bed and patted her thighs.
"I've never spanked anyone before, Eva," she told him, "but I'm sure it's going to be very exciting," he heard her say as she slowly pulled his panties down to the tops of his nylons, then they were both looking at his hard, throbbing penis and she closed a hand around it and squeezed gently.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, her feet on the floor, she patted her thighs and told him to lie across them for his spanking. like his mother, Evan knew nothing about spanking, yet he knew it was going to be exciting. He didn't know why he wanted it, didn't know why he wanted to cry, but that didn't matter as he lay over her thighs and groaned with passion at the contact of his tummy with her silken skin and nylons, then her hand was rubbing his bare buttocks as she scolded her naughty girl, then she was spanking him.
From the first slap, Clara knew she was hooked on spanking and that she would do it to him often, would do it and other exciting things, she thought as she felt an excitingly hard penis while her hand kept rising and falling and the skin of his bottom turned warm pink while he cried and kicked his nylon sheathed legs excitedly. Despite the stiff penis, he looked and sounded very girlish, exciting her more than her husband ever had.
When she stopped spanking, it wasn't because she wanted to, but because his buttocks were so red and his crying was so loud, then she was rubbing and fondling his red nether cheeks.
"Oh darling, that was so thrilling," she told Evan. "Your ass looks so pretty and I'm so horny. I'm going to take my bra and panties off and let you feel me all over. Do you know what we're going to do after that, darling?"
"No, Mummy. Tell me."
"You're going to lie on top of me and put your hard dick in my pussy. You're going to fuck me, darling. Do you want to fuck me?"
"Oh yes," he told her with a cry of disbelief, then he was standing and watching as she unhooked her bra and took it off. He cried out again at the sight of her big, naked breasts, then she fell back on the bed and he went to her, hurriedly, and began fondling her breasts.
While he rubbed the firm rounds, Clara kept sighing, then sighed more warmly when, instinctively, he sucked a lovely breast while his hands went on rubbing them.
"Oh yes, you darling boy, you beautiful lover, yes, suck my tits just like that and then you'll fuck me. It will be so beautiful when your dick is right in my pussy, right in my cunt, fucking me. You won't have to pull it anymore, darling, you'll have my cunt to fuck when your prick is hard and horny. You'll love fucking me, dear."
While he listened to the exciting words, he went on suckling her breasts and trembling with passion, afraid that it was all just a dream from which he would waken with a broken heart, then she was talking again.
". . . enough, darling. I'll take my panties off now," she said, "and then you can see my cunt and feel it and stick your prick in it and give me a good fuck."
"Oh Mummy, please, let me take your panties down. I want to do it."
"All right, darling. I'll stand up and you kneel to do it. That should be very thrilling," she added as she got off the bed and went to stand in front of the full length mirror, then her son was kneeling behind her as she looked at the reflection in the glass and trembled anew, her hands rubbing her naked breasts.
He paused to fondle her buttocks, then he began peeling her panties down, doing it very slowly as he had trouble with his trembling hands.
"Oh Mummy, your ass is so big and white and so beautiful. I always dreamed of taking a woman's panties down like this. Will you let me take them off for you when you get undressed for bed and when you go to the toilet and everything?"
"Yes darling, you may come to the toilet with me and be my maid. You can take my panties down for me, then when I'm finished, you may wipe my pussy and my ass. Would you like to wipe my ass after I poop?"
"Oh yes, Mummy, I'd love that."
"I'll teach you how to bathe me too. I'd love to have a pretty servant to bathe me, very gently."
"Oh yes, Mummy, I want to do that," Evan said, his heart pounding as her panties fell around her feet and he helped her step out of them. "Please don't take your nylons off, Mummy. You don't have to take them off to fuck, do you?"
"No darling, I don't have to. You show taste in appreciating that a woman looks more exciting in garter belt and nylons than if she were bare naked.
"We'll go to the bed now, dear. You'll play with my cunt to make it wet and slippery, then you'll give me a lovely fuck. Think of how you're going to feel when your cock is shooting cream up my hot cunt. It will be beautiful for both of us, my darling lover."
"Oh Mummy, you talk so exciting," he said as he got up and they went to the bed together.
She paused beside the bed to take him in her arms and they kissed passionately, he fondling her buttocks while she fondled his warm, pink ones, then they broke the embrace and she got onto the bed, lying on her back with her knees up, crotch wide open.
"Is mine the first cunt you've ever seen?" Clara asked as she parted the lips of it with the tips of her long, beautifully manicured fingers.
"Yes, Mummy and I'm glad it's yours I'm seeing. It's so pretty and it looks so soft and warm."
"It is soft and it's not just warm, it feels hot," she said. "Here, find out for yourself what my pussy feels like."
She took her hands out of her crotch and he sent one of his to replace them, rubbing the soft organ as she sighed and trembled.
"Put your finger in my cunt and probe around the way you're going to do with your hard dick, darling."
A trembling finger pushed slowly up into her hot organ and she sighed more deeply.
"Oh darling, I can't wait," Clara sighed. "Make my cunt wet and then give me your cock for a fucking."
"How shall I make it wet, Mummy?" the boy asked.
"With your mouth, dear. Put your mouth right on my cunt. You can give me a pussy kiss and make it wet with your saliva. A man should always juice up a woman's cunt that way before he fucks her."
Eagerly, Evan brought his mouth to her organ and she heard a muffled sigh as he kissed warmly, then he was instinctively sucking her and making her very wet, causing her naked behind to squirm on the sheet as he lapped, the first time the act had ever been performed on her.
"Oh darling," she groaned, "you're sucking my hot cunt. It's so good. Keep doing it, dear, I love it so much . . . See if you can get your tongue in . . . yes . . . Oh my God . . . it's so good . . . lick, darling . . '. that's the way to do it . . . I'm going crazy . . . I'm going to come . . . more . . . more . . . now . . . now . .
And then she was writhing and jerking through what was the strongest and most thrilling orgasm she'd known in her life, and when it was over, she tried to let Evan know how wonderful it had been. When she couldn't find the words to express her feelings, her eyes told him in an exciting, silent language.
"Where did you ever learn how to do that?" she asked.
"In your crotch, just now. I guess I heard some boys say things about cunt lapping. I was so excited when I had my face in your crotch that I just had to do it. I didn't know if I was doing right or not. Gee, what a fuss you made when you came. I was a bit afraid at first."
"I made a fuss because it was the biggest and most beautiful come I ever had. Do it again, darling," she told him. "Put your pretty face in my crotch and lap my cunt again. Give me another beautiful big come, just like that first one."
Delightedly, Evan returned his face to the warmth of her crotch and she rubbed it with her thighs, then she lay back sighing as he sucked and licked until she climaxed again, the orgasm as beautiful as the first had been.
"Oh you darling, darling lover," she sighed as she opened her eyes. "Just think, in this short time we've been in bed, you've done more to me than your father did in all the years we were married."
"Oh Mother, that makes me feel so good. I could spend hours with my face in your crotch. It's so warm and smooth there and I love rubbing your belly and hips and your ass while I suck your cunt. Would you like me to do it again?"
"Thanks, darling, but I don't think I could stand another one just now. I think it's time for your first fuck, lover. Push your panties down and stick your cock in my cunt. I think you're going to shoot very quickly."
Trembling, he knelt between her legs, pushed his panties down and they both looked at his twitching penis.
"I'm not sure I know how to fuck, Mother," he said.
"Any young man who can lap a cunt the way you did will surely know how to fuck, darling. You just lie down on me, guide your prick into my cunt, then work it in and out. That's all there is to it."
He lowered himself onto her, took his throbbing penis in hand, then a cry broke from his throat, he pressed down in her crotch and she felt semen shooting, postponing his first act of intercourse.
"It's all right," Clara told her sobbing son.
"Just let your cream shoot. Later, you'll get hard again and then you'll give me a fuck. I shouldn't have made you wait so long."
"Oh Mother," he said as he knelt up, "I've messed up your pretty crotch with my cream."
"That isn't a mess, dear," she told him and smiled, then her smile widened as she reached into her crotch and smeared the semen around with her hand, then he went to get a towel.
Returning with it, he carefully wiped away the semen, then dropped the towel and she took him in her arms again and they kissed and talked in warm whispers for a long time.
Later, they went to the bathroom and after he had removed her garter belt and nylons and had stripped himself, he spent a long time giving her a bath. He loved the feel of breasts and buttocks as he smeared rich lather over them while his mother sighed and told him how beautifully he was doing the job.
"What does a spanking feel like?" Clara asked as Evan toweled her buttocks and carefully parted them to dry her crack.
"I can't really describe it, Mother. It starts to feel good when I lie across your thighs. It makes me feel sort of . . . helpless and excited. When you rubbed my ass and scolded me, that was exciting too and then when the spanking started it was really something. I can't describe it. It stung like mad, but it felt so exciting. I thought I was going to shoot my cream on your lap before you stopped spanking. The sounds were great too, that nice smacking sound and the sounds of your breathing and panting and even the sound of my own crying."
"Evan darling, I just have to find out what it's like. Come back to the bedroom and give me a little spanking. Would you like to do that?"
"Oh yes, Mother," he replied eagerly, dropping the towel as he fell to his knees and, holding her by the hips, he covered the white ovals with wet kisses and then licked her crack, teasing her anus with the tip of his tongue and sending passion flaring through her once more. "After I spank you, Mother, I could suck your cunt again if you like."
"You really do love sucking my cunt, don't you?" she asked, her voice quavering with passion.
"I guess I love that more than anything in the whole world," he told her as they went to the bedroom and he sat on the edge of the bed and she stood between his knees and he fondled her buttocks, then she straddled his left leg so that he could play in her crotch as well, while passion built for the two of them, built to dizzying heights and promised even more to come.
Impulsively, while his left hand pressed onto her warm vulva, he gave her a spank and heard her quick intake of breath.
"Oh yes," she panted. "I'll lie on your lap now and you can spank me."
Trembling with arousal, she tried to lie over his lap, but couldn't find a comfortable position, then they went to the armless chair and he sat on it, then she lay across his thighs and wriggled.
"Oh Mother, your beautiful big ass looks so lovely," he told her as he fondled it, then he gave her one spank on each cheek and felt the firm flesh joggle a little under, his hand.
"Yes dear, yes . . . more . . . more," she panted. "Give me a spanking on my bare butt."
It was all the urging the boy needed and he went on to give her a brisk spanking, not stopping when she began crying, recalling how thrilling it had been for him when she made him cry. The very bigness of her buttocks was a challenge to him, but it was a challenge which delighted him and he proved more than capable of meeting it so that, when she got off his lap and stood rubbing her red, tingling nether cheeks, they were a beautiful shade of red, he assured her.
He had felt his penis rising during the spanking, then as he watched her rubbing her glowing buttocks, he felt it rise fully. When he called her attention to it, Evan saw her wet eyes widen with delight.
"What a man you are, darling," she told him as she went to him and closed a hand around his penis. "I was afraid I'd have to wait hours for my fuck, but I see it won't be necessary to wait at all. Oohhh, my ass is so hot and tingly. It will feel so good while your cock is fucking me. Come to bed, darling, mother needs a lovely fucking to put out the fire in her cunt."
They hurried to the bed and he begged to be allowed to perform cunnilingus before going on to the main event.
"What a greedy young man you are darling," she told him as he hurried his face into her crotch and began the thrilling sucking which she so loved. "You're always so hungry, so eager to eat my cunt."
Again he performed beautifully and triggered a very strong and very delightful climax, then kneeling back to gaze at the thrilling sight of the beautiful nude squirming and panting in orgasm.
"Oh darling, that was lovely and my ass is still hot and tingly. Would you like to be able to see it while you fuck me?"
"I'd love to, Mother, but surely that's impossible."
"In sex, almost nothing is impossible, dear," Clara told him, then got on her hands and knees on the bed and he trembled as he stared at her in that thrilling position which permitted him to see everything. "I've never fucked in this position before," she explained, "but I've seen pictures of it and it should be great. You see, dear, you'll kneel up behind me and get your cock into my cunt. While you fuck me, you'll be able to see my ass and feel the warmth of it on your tummy."
Hurriedly, Evan knelt up behind his mother and a series of shocks passed through his body as he slowly worked his penis into the warmth of her vagina.
"Oh darling," she panted, "that feels so good."
"Yes, Mother, it feels so great for me too. What a beautiful sight you are. Your big ass feels so hot and smooth on my belly. Am I fucking you right?"
"Yes my darling. You fuck as beautifully as you suck. Don't be too gentle though, ride my ass harder, yes, that's the way. Oh God, this is heaven, darling. Fuck me just like that. Listen to your belly spanking my big bare ass."
"Oh yes, Mother, it's so exciting," Evan panted as he pumped, his hands rubbing her well-fleshed hips, his eyes focusing on her red buttocks. "I thought fucking would be something like pulling myself, but it's much better."
"Yes dear and you make it better because you're such a good lover. Your dick is so strong and you're so ardent."
Evan wasn't sure exactly what ardent meant, but it sounded good and it was no time to ask questions. There would be time later for vocabulary building, for then it was more than enough that he had her lovely, warm bottom to ride with his organ pistoning in the warm, juicy depths of her vagina.
But even as he savored the erotic delight of humping his mother, Evan was looking ahead to days of hurrying home from school to dress in his lingerie and high heels and play all the sex games with her, then he looked farther ahead, to manhood, when his beautiful mother would still be his woman, when, no matter how big he was, he would still be her little boy and she would be his thrilling mummy.
He hoped they wouldn't make any babies because they would just be in the way.
"Oh darling," Clara panted, wrecking his train of thought, "you're going to make me come again. I'm close now. Just keep on fucking me, just like that. Oh no, faster . . . faster darling . . . fuck me as fast as you can . ride my red ass like a dog," she panted and the boy stepped up the pace.
As he rode fast, he heard the rapid spanking sounds of tummy on buttocks, felt the delightful contact with each stroke, then knew that he too was going to climax and hoped it wouldn't happen too soon.
"I'M COMING!" Clara shrieked and then she was panting and groaning as the waves of orgasm swept through her. Climax was still gripping her when Evan felt his explosion preparing to happen. He gave her a few more fast strokes, then pulled her tightly back against him, pressed against the warmth of her plump buttocks, then he was shooting, achieving a degree of ecstasy he would not have believed possible until that beautiful moment.
The expansion and contraction of her vaginal walls had a strong sucking action and he groaned as she sucked him dry and made him so weak that he was afraid he would faint and then his weak groaning told her what was happening to him and she stopped.
As ecstasy continued to soar, he kept pulling her warm behind against him until his spent penis slipped out, then his mother turned, took him into her arms and they fell onto the bed together.
"That was a beautiful fuck for me, darling, the best ever."
"It sure was great for me, Mother, but I guess there were times when it was better with him. I guess he had a bigger one."
"Size doesn't matter, darling. Yours is beautiful and so strong. In all the time I was married to him, I never once had a come while he was fucking me. You gave me one your very first time. Also I was never so horny in my life."
It was the beginning of a beautiful life for mother and son, a life which became more beautiful with each passing day. Evan would hurry home from school every day and get his homework out of the way. By the time Clara returned from work, he would be dressed in his lingerie and high heels and his penis would be stiff in anticipation.
Early on, Clara told him that at his age, sex every day would be too much, that it would rob him of strength and so they would only have intercourse three or four times a week. She meant it when she said it, but it was a rule they broke often so that Evan was getting more sex than most men twice his age and enjoyed each encounter more than the one before.
One rule Clara did stick to was that while she was free to spank him as often as she wished, he spanked her only rarely.
"But why, Mother?" he asked when she announced the rule. "I love spanking your nice big ass and you tell me you enjoy it too. I know you're always very horny after I spank you."
"That's right, darling, I love it when you spank me."
"Then why can't I do it often?"
"Because we have to be careful that we don't spoil our beautiful relationship. It's fine now, but as you mature, you could become confused about our roles, you could want to become equal or perhaps even dominant."
"Oh no, Mummy, I'll always want to be your little boy and sometimes your naughty little girl, but I'll never want to be equal. I couldn't."
"I'm glad, dear and I'm going to do everything I can to keep it that way, that's why the spanking rule is going to stay. Besides, by spanking me only once in a while, it will always be a greater thrill for you and, I suppose, for me too."
"All right, Mother," he said and smiled, "you're always right, so I guess you're right here, too, but I won't be able to look at your beautiful ass without a real hunger to spank it."
"That's healthy, darling," she said. "Now dear, you may see and serve my ass. Mummy needs to poop."
Eagerly, he went to the bathroom with her and while she held the hem of her dress high, he lowered her girdle and panties, then waited as she went about her business. When she was finished, he used tissue to dab her vulva, then used more to wipe between her buttocks, a task he performed with joy as the sight of her bared bottom invariably drove him wild. When he finished his intimate ministration, she stood and he tugged panties and girdle back into place.
Evan is a handsome young man of twenty-three now, tall and strong looking, yet not muscular, so that in the lingerie he still loves to wear, he looks smooth and feminine.
Although he is able to cope with the outside world and holds a reasonably good clerical job, at home, he is still Mummy's little boy and wants no other status. He still bathes Clara and tends to her when she goes to the toilet, but they have found a thrilling variation to that.
If she needs to urinate, she stays where she is while Evan hurries for the bottle, then she squats and he fits it to her crotch, then holds it with both hands, delighting in watching her urine shoot into the bottle, loving the hissing sound and the warmth of the bottle in his hands.
When she spanks him, he cries and kicks like a boy, or, more often, like a girl. About once a month, Clara gives him the ultimate thrill of scolding and spanking her big bottom, then it is her turn to cry and kick her shapely legs. After those spankings, intercourse is inevitably dog-style as he loves riding her rosy red behind as much as she enjoys having it ridden.
Oral sex continues to play a major role in their relationship. Evan is never happier than when he has his face buried in her crotch, giving her as many orgasms as she can take.
On mornings when he wakes first and there is time for a romp before leaving for work, he slips quietly out of bed and puts the coffee on, then returns to her and wakes her by kissing and licking her thighs and tummy or behind, depending on her position, then she sleepily opens her legs for him and he hurries his mouth to her vulva.
To Clara, it is the perfect way to be wakened and Evan says it provides a much more refreshing morning beverage than orange juice.
"But it lacks vitamin C," Clara once told him, trying to keep a straight face.
"Oh no, Mummy," he replied with a solemn expression, "it's just full of vitamin C, c for cunt."
From time to time, especially when she is alone, Clara thinks of how she changed her son's life, how she has effectively deprived him of any chance of a normal life as husband and father, but then she thinks of the happy years they have shared and of those which remain ahead, then the nagging thoughts pass.
As both she and Evan reason, they have found an intense happiness in their life. Because of it, they are happy people in their contact with others so that they contribute happiness rather than frown pollution to society.
That their relationship would be condemned as evil or sinful or perverted, means nothing to them. They share a beautiful love and that is enough and more.
