No real sexual experience, no matter how intense and fulfilling, can match the unlimited realm of the imagination.
In this volume you will meet three seemingly ordinary women. You could pass any of them on the street, and though you might find them beautiful, you would never suspect the secret sex lives they hold deep within them.
These women have one very important thing in common: They all maintain a steady and pleasurable fantasy sex life.
This world does not have the barriers of reality to contend with, so these women find their lust quenched in a world that may seem bizarre and surreal.
Meet Felicia, a hard-working woman sports reporter whose fantasy is to be gang-banged by an entire baseball team moments after they have won the World Series.
Meet Lisa, who uses the help of a black stallion to get revenge on an old boyfriend who treated her as a source of his own pleasure without attending to her needs.
Lisa also has a special dream designed just for her Daddy!
And finally, meet Sandy, a bored housewife who dreams of getting it on with the entire family of beautiful blondes who live next door.
Remember, these women should not be held guilty for their fantasies.
This world is their own and they should receive no contempt for it.
Enjoy
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ORGY IN THE LOCKER ROOM:
Ever since I was a little girl, I have always wanted to be a sports reporter for a major New York City newspaper.
My father was a sports fan so I was brought up with the idea that competition was the key to happiness.
When the other little girls were learning how to cook and clean house I was in the backyard playing catch with my father.
He taught me how to play baseball and football, his two favorite sports, just as if I was one of the boys.
I wanted to be a great writer ever since I first learned how to write. When I went to college I majored in journalism.
It was natural that I would go into sports journalism since these were my two major interests.
While in school I covered the baseball, football, and basketball teams faithfully for the campus newspaper.
I could always feel my cunt get real juicy and start to ache when I looked at those muscular jocks doing their thing on the field, or on the court.
I liked baseball players best. I guess that's because baseball is my favorite sport of them all.
I never had the nerve to ask any of those jocks out when I was in college because I was much too shy.
I guess I used up all my nerve just asking them questions for my stories, and I didn't have any bravery left for my social life.
I went out with other boys, but I always found them wimpy compared to the jocks I idolized.
To this day I have never fucked a baseball player, but it remains one of my favorite fantasies.
I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Felicia Padley, and you will be pleased to know that journalistically, I have achieved my goal in life.
I am twenty-nine years old and I am one of the most famous female sports reporters in the country.
I get to travel all over the country and cover all of the championship teams for newspaper I work for in New York.
I married a very talented writer and I live in a fancy apartment in New York's Greenwich Village.
You might think that I am a very happy person, but I'm not.
I still get these tremendous urges to fuck all of the ball-players.
The urge becomes particularly strong when I have to interview ballplayers in the locker room after the game.
Most of them are very nice, and they don't trot around naked in front of me or anything.
Some of them don't think a woman has any place at all in the locker room and refuse to give me interviews because they see me as an invasion of their precious privacy.
I guess I can understand their feelings.
I wonder how they would react if they knew how horny I get when I see them walking around with nothing but a towel covering their asses, cocks and balls.
I'll bet they would all give me interviews if I told them how much I would like to get down on my knees and suck their cocks until they come in my mouth.
God, how I dream about drinking the semen of every jock I see. God, their bodies are so beautiful!
I hope you don't think of me as a slut or anything, but sometimes I masturbate with a dildo, and dream of being gang-banged by all those hunky jocks.
My fantasy is well-defined, and I know exactly how I want it to happen. This is how it goes:
My favorite baseball team has just won the World Series and they are all mobbing each other in the center of the field.
Tears are streaming down their faces because they are so joyous over their wonderful victory.
In baseball there is no greater moment than winning the World Series. Perhaps this is true of all sports.
I am in the press box going nuts with the other reporters. Everyone is happy and I am especially excited.
I know I am about to go down to the winning team's locker room and talk to all the fellows while they pour champagne over each other and sing dirty songs.
I will be the only woman there and I know they will want to include me in a special part of their celebration.
I head down to the locker room, feeling my ready cunt swell with anticipation. Already the cunt juices are starting to flow down there and they are making a wet stain in my pink little panties.
I have to push my way through the euphoric, slightly drunk crowd, as they file out of the stadium.
When I make it to the locker room door, I flash my press credentials, and am immediately allowed inside.
Along with the joyous ballplayers are TV cameras from the networks and cigar smoking reporters from every major newspaper in the country.
It's the wildest scene I could ever imagine!
I am greeted first by Charlie Manning, the manager of the team, who throws his arms around me and gives me a big hug.
"We won Felicia!" he screams in his ecstasy. "We're the World Champions at last!"
"I know Chuck," I say as seductively as I can. "I'm very happy for you all and I want to be a part of the celebration."
He looks at me with one eyebrow arched, and I can tell he knows exactly what I'm talking about.
I can tell he knows I want to be gang-banged by the entire team, until everyone of them has shot their come deep inside of me.
In my cunt, up my ass, in my throat, I don't care. I just want to feel those big cocks enter one of my holes.
Chuck looks at me directly and leads me over to a vacant corner.
"Felicia," he whispers in my ear. "Why don't you stick around after the rest of the reporters have gone and we can have an orgy. You being the only woman could assure you of having a good time."
I nod eagerly. I can hardly restrain my enthusiasm.
"I can also assure you of exclusive interviews with all of the stars," he says and gives me a little peck on the cheek.
My cunt has turned into a flood-zone now as I anxiously await the other reporters to get their stories and leave.
Everywhere I look flashbulbs are popping and champagne bottles are popping with orgasms of foam.
I know that for each cork that pops out of a bottle, semen will pop from a ballplayer's cock.
Finally, I know I am the only reporter left in the locker room and all of the ballplayers are in the showers.
Chuck winks at me and I know what I have to do. I can see the bulge in the front of his uniform pants and I can tell he is looking forward to me putting out to everyone also.
I tear off my clothes and go running into the showers with the ballplayers.
Their eyes go wide with amazement as they see my nude body come running into the steamy room with them.
I can see twenty-five cocks all pop up and become hard as they look at my nude and ready body.
I have always considered myself an attractive woman. I have long straight blonde hair that falls down over my shoulders and brushes across my breasts.
My tits are high, big and firm, and my nipples are very large.
When I become sexually excited my nipples get hard as a rock and stick way out into the air.
When I get horny like that, it's obvious my tits are begging to get sucked by the mouth of a well-hung jock.
My pussy can get very wet and all of the men I have ever fucked commented on how juicy I get down there when I get worked up.
In my fantasy my cunt is very wet. In fact the juices are running down my thighs making them all sticky and shiny.
The lips of my cunt stick way out of my snatch when I'm horny. They swell up until I think they are going to burst.
My loins feel like they are on fire and I have been known to come many times in a row when anything touches my erect yearning clitoris.
I strut into the showers with my head held high and my big tits sticking straight out in front of me.
I walk right up to my favorite ballplayer, Chip Stanford, the star pitcher on the team. They call him their lefty ace.
I stand next to him in the shower, watching the envious eyes of the other ballplayers.
"Care to soap me up, Chip," I say, standing so close to him my nipples are brushing lightly against his chest hair.
In my dream I am in total command and I know those jocks will do anything I ask of them. I know they are more than willing to be my sex-slaves.
They have never seen a woman as beautiful as me and they will do anything to get to come inside me.
I can tie them up and beat them mercilessly and they will only beg me to do it some more. I am a wild dominatrix!
"Yes Madame Felicia," Chip says, and bows at the waist. He picks up a bar of soap and starts to run it over my tits.
A big ripple of pleasure shoots up and down my body as a feel the hands of a jock on my tits for the first time.
His cock is fully erect and stands out straight in front of him.
It is ten inches long and very thick. The biggest cock I have ever seen in my short inexperienced life.
His balls are huge also and they dangle low. I can tell his balls ache with desire for me.
When he has run the bar of soap over both of my tits, he sets it back in the little tray that sticks out of the wall.
"Would you like me to suds up your tits now with my hand Madame Felicia?" Chip says subserviently.
I throw back my soaking wet hair with a flip of my head and I laugh a loud superior laugh of authority.
"Of course, you scum," I say. I know I can insult him and cause him pain and he will never feel anger toward me. He is in too much awe of my body to do anything but obey.
He puts the palms of his hands over each of my big tits. They are so large that his big hands cannot completely grasp them, even if he spreads his fingers far apart.
He squeezes them a little as he massages the soap around, and I can feel my erect clit throb when he does this.
"That's it, you little scumbag. It's too bad you can't bathe me as well as you can pitch, or I would have had a thousand orgasms by now!" I scream at him. I know that using my command voice will get me whatever I want.
He looks ashamed for a moment. He knows he will have to do better if he wants to please me the way I need to be pleased.
He concentrates his long fingers now on my nipples.
"Suck on my tits now Chip. Suck on my hard nipples, you helpless slave of my lust!" I command with another evil laugh.
He lowers his head and takes one of my nipples into his mouth.
He rolls his tongue over it and it becomes harder and more erect while inside of his soft mouth.
But there is soap covering it, and all of those suds are getting in his mouth. It must taste horrible but he keeps sucking because he knows better than to disobey my wishes.
"See how much of my tit you can suck up into your mouth. Suck as hard as you can and see how much you can get inside!"
"Yes, Madame Felicia. Anything you desire."
He opens his mouth as far as it will go and he sucks on my tit until his mouth is full of my firm mammary flesh.
It feels so good I can hardly stand it. I feel like leaping on him and fucking him right then and there, but I know there will be plenty of time for that and I cannot show my desire. He must think I am cold as stone, and that he has to try the best he can to get me horny.
"You may move over to the other tit now. That wasn't bad but I want you to suck harder on my other tit," I order holding my hands on my hips. I feel infinitely superior to him.
After all, he is just a dumb jock with a big cock and I am a great writer with the sexiest body in the world.
He manages to suck even harder on my other tit, drawing a full mouthful up as he sucks on it. I am really horny now and I know it's time to move on to the next step.
"Get on your knees before your Master!" I command.
He instantly does so like a well-trained dog told to sit.
When he is down on his knees he looks up at me with big brown adoring eyes waiting for my next command.
"All of this hot water has made me want to pee," I say, more calmly than before. "Open your mouth so I can piss in it!"
"Yes, Madame Felicia," he says with the meek little voice of a slave. "I would love to drink your piss down. I will savor it as if it is the finest wine. Your piss is the only thing that could quench my parched throat after that hard-fought victory today on the field."
I stand with my legs far apart, the lips of my pussy wet and open.
I move so that my cunt is directly above his open mouth.
He looks up at my pink cunt surrounded by blonde pubic hair waiting for the steady yellow stream of piss to come out of the little hole in the middle of my snatch.
In my fantasy my bladder is full to the point of bursting and I have to pee worse than anything in the world.' I start to piss and the stream misses his mouth at first and strikes him in the middle of his forehead.
The piss splashes all over his face and he sticks his tongue far out of his mouth trying to catch all of the precious urine he isn't getting to drink.
But I am kind to him and I change my aim so that the piss goes directly into his mouth and flows down his throat.
I finish pissing. He has swallowed it all down thirstily.
"Thank you very much for letting me drink your piss," he says.
I slap him hard across the face. His head snaps sideways and there is a ugly red mark on his cheek where I struck him.
"How dare you speak out of turn!" I say. "You will not speak unless you are spoken to, is that understood?"
"Yes Madame Felicia," he says looking at the tiled floor by his knees. I can tell he is very ashamed of himself.
"Now there are a few drops of piss still in my cunt. I want you to lick them out with your tongue," I say, curling up my upper lip in an evil sneer.
I can feel the eyes of the other ballplayers riveted on me in anticipation.
I can tell they can't wait until it is their turn to be dominated by me.
Then I can feel the wet hot tongue of the star left-handed pitcher licking gently at the outer lips of my cunt.
It feels much better than anything I have ever experienced before. It is so sexy and hot down there.
"No, you buffoon," I say. "The piss is between the lips, not on the outsides of them. You have to lick between the lips."
When he moves his tongue to the dripping insides of my cunt he realizes that it is not only my piss he is lapping up but the cunt juices formed by my incredible lust.
The taste of my pussy cream makes him hungry to eat me out and I let him do whatever he likes down there.
I am a good slave-master and I allow my slaves to continue when they are doing something right.
He sticks his tongue out as far as it will go and makes it hard at the tip. Then he plunges his taster deep into my cunt hole, making my back arch and I scream out with the ecstasy I am experiencing.
I can tell he has never tasted anything as good as my cunt because he is taking long licks at it with the flat part of his tongue.
With long furious strokes he is drawing his tongue all the way from the pink eye of my asshole, through my pussy, to the little love button of my clitoris. He does this over and over again and I can feel the ball of pleasure growing in leaps and bounds inside my loins.
"Lick my clit!" I order. "Flick your tongue across my little man in the boat until you make me come!"
The other ballplayers are cheering and clapping their hands. They have never seen hot sex like this and they want to see me climax.
I can feel his tongue go stiff and flick across my clit.
In my dream my clit is huge, as big as a small boy's penis.
And it gets even larger when he licks it, making it look like a tiny erection at the top of my cunt.
The feeling is so good and so intense inside my crotch that I push my hips forward so he will press his tongue harder against my clitoris.
I am making loud whimpering noises now, forgetting that I cannot let out my passion, and the sounds of my lust urge him on and make him flick his tongue back and forth faster and faster.
I put my hands on his head, and, clutching handfuls of his hair, I push his face hard against my oozing quim.
I could feel my body about to burst into blissful orgasm as his tongue action became more frenzied.
Boy do I come!
It feels like buckets and buckets of cunt juice come flowing out of my pussy and flow down over the jock's face.
He continues to lick hard until I grab his hair again and pull his head away from my crotch.
"You have done well, Chip," I say "I hope the others will take note of your technique when it gets to be their turn."
Chip's tongue is hanging out of his mouth and he pants like a dog on his knees in front of me.
"You may stand up now," I say, and he stands before me. His cock seems to have a mind of his own, and snuggles its purple throbbing head into my yellow pussy hair.
I grab him around the hips, one hand on either buttock and I pull him to me, not allowing his cock to enter my swampy cunt.
Instead, as I hug him tightly, it is pinned between us, pointing straight up at the ceiling.
"Since you have been such a good slave, I have a reward for you," I say. "I will suck on your prick and I will swallow all of your come down just like you swallowed my piss."
He says nothing but there is gratefulness in his eyes. He knows I am a good master and I will treat him fairly as long as he does not misbehave.
I get down on my knees in front of him and I can smell the rich odor of his manhood coming off of his cock and balls.
All of the showers are still on and the room is hot and steamy, little sprays of water splashing up and over my body as I kneel on the tile floor, preparing to suck him off.
His cock is so big, and my mouth is so little, I wonder if I will ever be able to get that bulging head past my lips.
I begin to kiss him, starting down by his knees and working my way up the insides of his thighs until I am kissing him under his dangling sack full of balls. He lets out a loud groan as his balls brush against my cheek. He is very sensitive to all touch and he reacts almost violently with pleasure at my slightest gesture toward his private parts.
There are cute little curly hairs growing out of his balls and I reach up with two fingers and tug lightly on them.
This too fills him with joy.
If such a subtle caress does this to him I am wondering how he will react when I put his stiff cock in my mouth.
I kiss his balls with full wet lips, letting my tongue lick him a little there as I kiss.
Then I take a bit of that wrinkled skin up into my mouth and suck on it, enjoying its salty goodness.
One at a time, I find his balls inside my mouth and suck on them gently. I know this part of his body is very delicate and easily hurt.
I do not want to cause him any pain now because he has been a good slave by eating out my cunt until I came, and now he deserves his reward.
He places his hands on top of my head, running his long fingers through my straight blonde hair.
He loves me like no other woman he has ever known.
He adores me more than the World Championship he has just won.
He cherishes me like a goddess and will learn to pray at my feet.
I take my mouth off his balls and decide to move up to the biggest prize of all: his throbbing penis!
I stick my tongue far out of my mouth and trace a line with the tip of it from the base of his cock to the tip.
There is a little ball of moisture clinging to the tip of his tool and I lick it off with a single swipe of my tongue.
Then I pucker my lips and kiss the little hole at the end of his rod where the come will soon come shooting out.
I find that extra sensitive spot just below the crown of his prick and I flick my tongue across it lightly, giving him indescribable joy. He throws back his head and gives a howl of passion that reminds the other ballplayers of a wounded animal and makes their cocks leap into the air with anticipation.
I hold his balls now in the palm of one hand, squeezing them snugly and securely, so he will feel loved.
Then I point the tip of his cock towards my face and open my mouth as far as my lips will stretch.
His throbbing purple head looks gigantic, and I am still wondering if I will be able to get it in my mouth.
But all things are possible in my fantasy and I take the head of his cock into my mouth. He gasps as if all the air has been forced out of his lungs.
His breathing is labored and a small moan comes out with each exhale.
I roll my tongue over the smooth fragile skin that covers the top of his cock as I suck on it slowly.
He is impatient and he wants me to suck on it harder. He is too frightened by my dominance to say it, but I can tell by the way his breath is catching inside his throat.
But I won't suck it hard yet.
I am a terrible tease and I won't give him blessed release until I decide he is ready.
I suck the head of his tool for a long time while licking at the tip until his whole body is jerking in pre-orgasmic frenzy.
But I cannot be cruel for long, because I am a kind master, and I drive my head forward so that the entire ten inches of thick cock drives deep down into my throat.
I do not gag, nor do I feel any discomfort by this act. I can take all of him into me as if I was a certified master of fellatio!
When his cock is all the way down my throat I remain still for what seems like an eternity.
I know he wants me to move back and forth on it, stimulating the stalk with my tender pouting lips.
But once again I will make him wait for this.
He is so excited I can tell he will come at any minute but I want to keep him on the very edge of orgasm for as long as possible.
Then I do pull my head back, so that all of his cock comes out of my mouth except for the throbbing head.
Then I violate myself again in the same manner, thrusting my head forward as if I was trying to swallow him whole.
On my bed, where I am having this fantasy, I am thrusting a stiff rubber dildo down my throat to simulate this hot action.
I drive him into me repeatedly until he starts to move his hips back and forth to help the penetration.
His groans become louder and louder and his breathing more raspy as I increase the pace of my blow job.
I know he can feel the come swirling around in his balls and the ache there is beyond belief.
I know he can feel the come settling at the base of his cock preparing for the volcanic eruption that is about to take place.
I prepare myself to swallow his come.
He arches his back and drives himself all the way into my mouth.
And with the loudest scream of all, I feel the hot sticky semen shoot out of the end of his prick, bathing the walls of my throat.
It tastes so good I just have to swallow it all.
I can tell his balls are emptying completely of come.
I know I am sucking him dry and draining him of all of his passion with my knowledgable mouth.
Gigantic spurt after spurt of creamy come shoots down my mouth until the final dribbles come rolling out of the head of his prick.
I lick this last bit off with my tongue and he collapses to the shower room floor in complete exhaustion.
A bit of white jizz hangs from my lower lip as I get up off my knees to see who will be my next slave.
With a quick flick of my tongue I lick the stuff off my lip and it disappears like the rest inside my mouth.
My cunt is on fire with passion and I know I have to find a jock who is perfectly suited to fuck me there.
I look around the shower room to pick who will get to fuck my cunt.
All of the ballplayers are staring at me wide eyed, hoping they will be the one to get picked.
"Pick me!"
"No me!"
"My cock is stiff and ready!"
"I'll make you come a thousand times!"
I just laugh at them. They are so eager to fuck my cunt I find it humorous.
Then I see the perfect choice. Kyle Lang, the six foot six black first baseman with the dong that hangs almost to his knees.
He is staring at me with eyes on fire from lust and I know he is the one who must take me in the cunt. I fear for a moment that that tremendous dick will tear me open, but I know I can take it all.
"Come here, Kyle," I say, flicking my tongue in and out of my mouth as an invitation. "Come here and shove that fat black dong into my swollen pussy!"
He approaches me with long strides and tries to kiss me on the face with his thick black lips.
But I must not lose control so I slap him across the face and he backs off like a mouse.
"You will not do anything until I tell you to do it!" I scream. "If you act out of line again, I will be forced to pick someone else and you will have to pull yourself off in the corner."
The other ball players laughed and Kyle felt humiliated. But the humiliation only made him feel hornier and his cock was a full foot long when erect. I had to have it inside of me.
I got down on my hands and knees, placing my knees far apart on the tile floor so he could see both of my holes from the rear.
"Before you can fuck me, you must lick my asshole. I think you will find it quite tasty," I say with a throaty laugh.
He kneels behind me and I can feel his hungry tongue lapping at the insides of my thighs.
Then I feel his enormous hands on either of my buttocks.
He pulls the cheeks of my ass apart so he can see his pink little target.
I get a shiver of pleasure rippling through my body as I feel his long thick tongue running up and down the crack of my ass.
He licks the whole crack three times, then settles down to my tight little asshole.
I am so sensitive there and his tongue is so hot wet and curious.
"Stick your tongue up my asshole. I want to feel how far you can get it into my bowels."
He makes his tongue sharp and starts to thrust it up my little hole. I can tell he loves the taste of that tiny opening.
I cut a tremendous fart in his face and he only keeps on pressing with his tongue.
Never in my life has someone stuck their tongue up my asshole that way.
My husband would think it was disgusting and I wouldn't have the nerve to ask him to do it.
But in my fantasy all things are possible and big black Kyle Lang did it with gusto.
Just like all of the other ballplayers, he would do anything to please me, even if it meant sticking his tongue up my asshole.
"That's it, you big black stud!" I screamed. "Stick it all the way up there. Taste the inside of my bowels, you big slave!"
He shoved his thick taster up there until he couldn't get any more inside of me. It felt great!
I could feel my cunt burning like it has never burned before and I knew he had just the cock to scratch my itch.
"Kyle, I want you to fuck my pussy now as hard as you can. Don't be afraid of hurting me. I can take every inch you have."
"Yes, Madame Felicia," he says, and gets into position to mount me from the rear."
"You may squeeze my tits as you fuck me," I told him. I knew the double contact to my erogenous zones would make me come like a rocket.
I felt his hands reach around my torso and take my tits.
When I was in this position my tits hung very low and appeared ever larger than normal.
But his hands were extra large also and he could almost get all of them in his powerful grasp.
His fingers worked over my hard erect nipples as he squeezed them, sending great waves of pleasure down my spine, directly into my swollen pussy. I thought my cunt was going to explode before he had a chance to stick his black pole into it.
Then I felt the enormous head of his tool probing between my thighs.
The head of Kyle's prick feels more like a door-knob as it presses against my stretching cunt lips.
I know the initial penetration will cause me some pain because I have never had anything that big in me before.
"I hope this won't hurt you," Kyle said in the mild tone of a scared little boy, who had just been caught doing something very naughty.
I raise my voice in anger and scold him.
"Do you think you can hurt me?," I throw back my head and laugh "You insult me by the implication of the question.
I can feel his muscles tense when he hears the tone of my voice.
I can tell he is recoiling in fear. He is afraid I will punish him.
But my cruel streak has not come out in this fantasy yet.
I am still in a good mood and I will allow him to fuck me as he desires.
"I don't want to hear any more out of you," I scream. "I just want to feel your long black pole sink deep into my womb."
"I'm sorry, Madame Felicia," he says, giving a little bow of respect.
I can tell he will not speak out of turn again. He is docile.
But my total power of him makes him even more horny than he was before.
I can hear him breathing heavily, with rapid raspy breaths.
I can feel his hot breath beating down on my back, mixing with the steam and hot water that fill the room.
I feel my cunt open wide, wider than it has ever had to go before.
And I feel that enormous head slipping it's way inside, with the forward motion of Kyle's thin muscular hips.
It is like he is a champion race horse who has been put out to pasture to stud.
And I am the willing mare, giving him his reward for many well-run races.
"Oh God, yes, I want to feel all of it inside me!" I scream as his thick prick slowly enters me. I feel completely filled and I know there is more cock to come.
The stalk of that tool is so thick it rubs directly against my clitoris as it slides into me inch by inch.
I feel so small when I am being fucked by a penis that large.
I feel like a little girl being fucked from the rear by an older man.
Of course, it is my father who is fucking me now!
I am just a little girl and my daddy is fucking me real good.
He is filling me completely and sending the most marvelous sensations rippling up and down my taut, excited body.
Then it is Kyle again who is fucking me, and I am a grown woman, able to take more cock up me than any other.
My cunt holds no bounds. There is no limit to what will fit up there.
I am now totally impaled on Kyle's cock, unable to move.
At any moment my insides feel like they are going to tear apart.
When Kyle finally gets his cock all the way into me, so his thighs are pressed against my buttocks, the tip of that black pole is touching a spot inside of me that has never been reached before.
There is a magic spot, deep within my cunt, that only the longest cock in the world can reach, and Kyle is reaching it, with a couple of inches to spare.
When that magic spot is touched by the head of a cock, I feel a great ball of total joy grow within my loins.
It grows and grows, like a balloon being blown up by a man with powerful lungs.
And when it explodes, my body convulses, bucking in each direction wildly.
I am an animal, a wild animal, mating with the entire herd of studs.
Kyle pulls his cock slowly out of my cunt, until just that door-knob head is still inside my cunt lips.
I am stretched completely open. There is no way my pussy could open any further without the flesh tearing horribly.
A then with one sudden jerk of his powerful hips, Kyle reams the whole thing back inside my pussy.
I let out a loud grunt, and I arch my back and snap back my head.
My cunt muscles are more relaxed now and I can take him in me easier.
He can now slide back and forth easily.
I am so big and wet and slippery down there now!
I have this big black dildo at home, and I take it with me when I travel on the road, and have to stay in hotels.
It is a foot long and very thick. It is made of hard rubber and it always has a total hard-on when I need it.
I use this dildo when I am daydreaming the part about Kyle fucking me from the rear. It is incredible!
I get on my hands and knees on the bed, or sometimes in the bathroom with the shower on, to closer simulate the locker room conditions.
And I shove that big fake dildo up my cunt, brutally penetrating myself, until-the entire dildo is inside me.
A couple of times bell boys in the hotels where I was staying have knocked on the door to ask if I was okay when I do this.
I guess I scream very loud when that long black pole is inside me, and the help at the hotels think I am in great pain.
They probably think I am getting raped or murdered or something.
If the fools only knew the ecstasy I was giving myself, they would leave me alone to enjoy my ecstasy.
Back to my fantasy, Kyle has picked up the pace of the fuck now and he is sliding the entire shaft of his cock in and out of me with a steady beat.
He pulls out very slowly, and rams it in very quickly.
There is a big slurping noise as my cunt hungrily eats up his cock.
I am so wet there is a splash each time he reams me with his foot-long dong.
He is making low groaning noises now in the base of his throat.
They make him sound like a jungle beast in the passion of heat.
He is an animal and I am an animal and we are fucking gloriously in the steamy jungle of the victors' locker room.
I know he will come soon. I can tell by the way he is now fucking me furiously.
He groans are louder now and they sound more desperate.
I am reaching a climax myself. The combination of the deep vaginal penetration and the direct clitoral stimulation, is making me go nuts.
I am moving my hips in sync with his so he can penetrate me even more deeply than before. It feels fantastic!
My cunt has no bottom. It is a bottomless pit of molten pleasure!
And then I scream out bloody murder, a wounded animal, impaled on a stiff pole animal penis. I'm coming.
And he is coming to.
The timing is always perfect.
I feel the volcano of lust erupting inside my precious loins.
And at the same time I can feel the huge bursts of creamy come ejaculating from the huge black tip of Kyle's ebony pole, coating the inside of my womb with a flood of sticky semen.
I feel Kyle's slackening cock pulling out of my ravaged cunt.
There is a tremendous ache in my cunt as it is vacated.
The passion has not left me, in fact it has grown in leaps and bounds.
I stand up and face the tall black man who has just fucked me so thoroughly.
I reach out my hand and grab him by his long dong, now dangling, wet and slippery, between his legs.
It almost hangs down to his knees, and I grab it hard around the middle.
It is so big around that my fingers do not touch as I grasp it.
Holding him by his cock I pull him to me, so that our torsos are touching and my breasts are pressed flat against his black muscular chest.
He is covered with sweat and that makes his skin all shiny.
It is just as if he had been covered with the finest African oils.
A thick scent of lust has now filled the locker-room and it makes the passions in all of the ballplayers and myself rise even more.
"You have done well also, black slave!" I say at Kyle, giving him a sly smile of complete superiority. "Not only can you hit a hanging curve ball but you can fuck too. It is not very often I find men with so much talent is two seemingly unrelated fields."
"Thank you, Madame Felicia," Kyle says, and gives me another little bow of the head.
I like it when the ballplayers bow to me that way. It makes me feel wonderful.
For my whole life I have lusted after great athletes.
No matter what sort they played I have wanted to fuck them.
No matter what kind of uniform they wore I have wanted to know what their cocks looked like inside them.
And now, in my fantasy, it all comes true, and the desire inside of me seems assuredly unquenchable.
All I have ever been able to do is ask them silly questions about how well or how poorly they play a boy's game.
Now I get to see men play a man's game. It turns me on so much!
But this is certainly a prelude to the next step in my fantasy.
Once again I look at the group of waiting ballplayers.
Naturally, all of them would like to be chosen next to explore my sexuality.
Their tongues are hanging out and their cocks are stiff and sticking out.
Some of them are running their hands over their own pricks and balls because the desire has become too much for them.
I want to interview a baseball player, a player for the greatest baseball team in the world, while he is fucking me in the ass.
And I know just who I want to do it to me while I ask him questions!
Skip Marsh, that cute hunky shortstop. He is a teen idol and has had his picture on a lot of posters which young girls buy and masturbate in front of.
He has a cute baby face, and a twinkle in his eye that would have charmed Hitler!
"Come here, Skip," I say, crooking my finger as an invitation.
He approaches me with small steps, the steps of a zombie.
He is already under my magical spell, and he hasn't even had a chance to touch me yet. I know he will please me with his hard-on.
And what a beautiful hard-on it is!
It isn't as big as Kyle's of course, but whose is?
Skip's cock is about eight inches long, rather thin, but with bulging blue veins sticking out of the stalk.
He really looks like a young boy, he is so cute. Woman feel like mothering him. He appears so innocent in every way.
"What is it you would like me to do?" Skip Marsh asks me sweetly, with the utmost honor and respect. I can tell he adores me.
"I am going to lie on my back and put my knees up over my head, so you will be able to see my asshole," I explain to him slowly, because he has a reputation for not being very bright. "I want you to fuck me in the asshole while I ask you a few questions about the game today."
He nods that he understands.
I pat him on the top of the head and tell him he is a good boy.
I lay down on my back and feel the hard tiles pressing into my skin.
There is a half inch of water on the floor of the shower room now and everything is very wet. My blonde hair is soaking and hangs straight down over my white sensuous shoulders.
I pull my knees up and put them over my head just as I had said I would.
I put one knee on either side of my head, my legs open, and shift my weight to the small of my back. I feel so vulnerable in this position.
My tits, my cunt, and my asshole are now available to this cute well-built infielder. If the other reporters could only see their team now!
I laugh at the thought.
Skip stands before me, running his stiff prick through his own hand, looking down at my tremendous body with awe.
"Shall I mount you now, Madame Felicia?" Skip says sweetly.
"Yes you may, and thank you for asking first," I say. I can feel my asshole tingling in anticipation. I have always had a great big crush on Skip Marsh, but I guess all women have. That is why I have saved this special and most misunderstood way of fucking for him.
While I am having my fantasy, I am preparing to insert the big dildo into my ass. I want the sensations in my body to follow closely along with the happenings in my perfect fantasy.
I can feel the weight of Skip's body now, pressing down on my and pushing my legs back further.
His stiff phallus is probing the area between the cheeks of my ass.
My husband has never fucked me in the ass during the entire time we have been married. I have asked him to but he refuses.
He thinks it is disgusting.
I guess he figures he's going to pull out his cock and it's going to be covered with shit or something.
I really don't know the reason, but after he said no a few times the subject was dropped and never discussed again.
Technically I am a virgin in my asshole.
Only my big black dildo has known me in, this special little hole.
And, of course, Skip Marsh fucks me there in my fantasy.
Skip now holds his cock in his hand and guides it towards the puckered little entrance. My back door, as I like to call it.
I am a little nervous because he is so good looking. His cock is so hard and my asshole is so small and delicate.
I know the muscle around my asshole will be stretched painfully when he sticks it into me, but I know I will feel joy once he reaches the depths of my bowels.
I open my knees as far apart as they will go and I feel the head of Skip's cock pressed hard against my straining anus.
He grunts as he pushes harder and starts to violate the hole.
I let out a scream of pain and I feel like my asshole is going to be torn away by the force of his rigid phallus!
But he does not stop when he hears me cry out this way. He keeps pushing and slowly the shaft of his cock begins to disappear inside my butt. My mouth has flopped open and a thick layer of sweat has beaded up on my creased brow.
My face turns red and contorts at the pain, but I am patient.
I know the pleasure that will soon come from this act, and the pain of penetration only adds to that anticipation.
The sensation in my ass gets stronger and stronger as his cock slips inside. The hole is stretched as far as it will go. If his cock had been any larger he would have torn the tender skin around my asshole.
It is very dry and tight in there and he has to strain to get his stiff prick all the way into me.
But when he does the crown of his cock reaches the mysterious spot of pleasure deep inside my bowels.
It is very much like I have a separate and distinct clitoris up my ass which allows me to feel extraordinary joy when I am fucked there.
The muscles inside my asshole convulse and spasm uncontrollably.
They are like little fingers which tease and grip at Skip's rod.
He is so sweet, I can tell he doesn't want to hurt me any more than he has to.
But my body is knowledgeable and experienced in sexual ways in my fantasy, and soon the pain passes and there is nothing left but pleasure.
He pulls his prick out slowly, just as slowly as he had first entered me there, and then he eases it back in.
The muscles inside me are starting to get to him and I can hear his pathetic whimpers of lust as he slides his stiff tool into me for the second time.
I know his animal passions will not allow him to show me mercy for long.
Soon he will be reaming me as hard as he can.
He will be caught up in his own impending orgasm and will no longer think about the agonies he may be causing me.
I know it is time to start interviewing him. Even in the midst of a fantasy a working girl has to come away with a good story!
In this case I have a scoop to end all scoops. What a yarn!
"Tell me, Skip, that pitch you homered off of in the fifth inning, it looked like a curve ball. Were you guessing curve ball all the way?" My voice is high-pitched, like that of a little girl.
All of the muscles in my body are taut, including those in my voice box.
He has to strain to speak also because he has trouble thinking of anything except the overpowering ache in his cock and balls.
"Yeah, the lefty was ahead on the count and I thought he would try to nip the corner with that big curve of his," he says. "He got in up around the letters and I hammered it."
When he says the word "hammered" he thrusts the entire length of his cock into my open butt, making me yell in ecstasy.
"When you hit it did you know it would carry over the fence?"
"I knew I got all of it. I got good wood, there was no doubt about that. But the wind was blowing in all day and I thought it would be held up. I nearly came when I saw the outfielder give up and the ball soar into the bleachers."
"Can I quote you there?"
"Sure you can print anything you like. I just won't let my wife read the papers tomorrow."
The thrusts of his cock are frenzied and the sensation within my ass continues to grow with increasing rapidity.
The mention of Skip's wife adds a lot of naughtiness to my fantasy.
I love the idea of all of these men cheating on their wives to get a chance to fuck the shit out of my expectant holes.
"How does it feel being a World Champion. This is the first time this team has ever gone all the way."
"It feels almost as good as fucking you up the ass. There is no greater thrill than the one I am having now."
I laugh at him. He is a fool. But I love his cock. I love the feeling of his thick prick reaming my ass but good.
He can no longer speak and there is no point in asking him any more questions.
Besides, my own lust has made speaking out of the question also.
He is fucking me as hard as he can now, plunging into me as deep as he can with every thrust of his hips.
I feel my own orgasm approaching and I know it is going to be powerful.
This orgasm is different than the one I have when I am being fucked in the cunt.
It is shorter, more like a great stab of pleasure than a wave of joy.
But, somehow, it is richer too, and in many ways I prefer it over the other.
"I am going to come, Madame Felicia," he says, warning me that the end of the fuck is near.
"I know, I can tell," I manage to say with a stained wheezy voice. "I am going to come also."
Thousands of explosions, like a fireworks display on the Fourth of July, tear up my bowels like a frenzied nirvana, just as he shoots his love cream into my ass.
I can feel it in there, hot and sticky and nice.
Skip is totally exhausted by the force of his orgasm.
He pulls his cock out of my ass and rolls over on his side, moaning in the midst of his enormous after-glow.
And I too am moaning.
I put a hand over my asshole and press hard on the little hole, as if I am trying to keep the pleasure from leaking out.
But I regain my composure quickly and soon I am ready for the next step in my ultimate fantasy.
I want to be fucked in the cunt and the asshole at the same time while I am giving a third hunky jock a blow job.
Imagine! To have all three of my holes filled at the same time.
What a thrill! What could possibly be sexier than that?
I choose the three outfielders, with their strong legs, and muscular upper torsos, to do the job for me.
The ballplayers who have not had their chance yet look at me with panic in their clear eyes. They are so horny.
The passion within them has gotten to the point where they are desperate to get at my delicious willing body.
If I did not have complete control of the situation, they would mob me and tear me to shreds as they fought for the right to fuck one of my holes.
It is only my complete dominance in the situation that keeps them from going wild. They are only human after all.
How can I expect them to look at my naked body and not act like crude animals?
The three outfielders are Fred Lipman, Sonny Butcher, and Steve Slate. I summon them to join me in the corner of the shower room where all of the action has taken place. The spectators are grouped like prairie dogs in the opposite side of the room, panting in unison, their lust merging into a single force.
Sonny Butcher is a superstar black home run hitter, and I choose him to fuck me in my molten lava pussy. His cock is long and thick and he will fuck me well there. He is very anxious, and he has had a good year at the plate.
Fred Lipman has a smaller prick. He is tall, thin and white, with a rather large nose. I wonder what that nose would feel like stuck up my quim. But that is a different fantasy. His cock if thin also, so he is perfect for fucking me in the ass.
Steve Slate is another black man, who was hobbled for most of the season with a hip injury. I figure he wouldn't be able to thrust with his hips as well as the others so I decide to give him a blow job.
"Sonny I want you to he on your back'" I instruct. I have the cocky attitude of someone who knows they can do no wrong.
Sonny lies down on the wet tile floor. His cock is as hard as a rock and lies flat on his firm muscular belly.
"I want to see if you have the same power when you fuck as you do when you hit a baseball," I say to Sonny, raising an eyebrow.
"I hope I will be able to please you, Madame Felicia," he says, looking up at me with adoration.
I mount Sonny and hold his incredible dong in my hands.
I can put one hand on top of the other over his prick and still some sticks out the top. He is very large down there, but if I can handle Kyle, I can handle Sonny I am filled with confidence over my sexual capabilities.
I run the head of his black pole up and down between my pussy lips so he can feel how soft and wet my cunt is.
I press the tip of his prick against my stiff clitoris and sigh at the chill it sends through my sweat-soaked body.
Then I put that big head inside my cunt, and lower my hips so he will slide inside me. He groans as he feels how tight and comfortable my hot honey pot is. He already has a look of ecstasy on his thick black features.
I am in a position so that I can slide him all the way into me and still raise my ass up in the air far enough for Fred to fuck me in the ass.
"Fred, I want you to mount me from behind and play with my tits at the same time."
I can feel Fred's hands running across my slick back.
He is approaching me from my blind-side and I cannot see him.
But I know every move he makes. It is a combination of knowledge and intuition that allows me to anticipate his every move.
I can feel his hot labored breath beating down on my back.
I can feel the head of his cock probing me between the cheeks of my ass.
He is searching for his tiny target, impatient for penetration.
And I know it is only a matter of time before he finds it.
And he does! His cock slips into my ass and it is a perfect fit, just like I had imagined it would be.
My ass is already relaxed because I have been fucked there once by a larger man.
He slips in easily, riding me all the way to the hilt with the first thrust of his slim yet powerful hips.
His hands are on my breasts now, and he is kneading them like a French chef would knead dough. My nipples are hard and sensitive and I get goose-bumps all over my body when his fingers brush across them ever so lightly.
Now my cunt and my ass are filled.. I know the two men can feel each other's cocks through the thin membrane which separates my cunt hole from my bowels.
Now there is only one step left and this part of my fantasy will be complete.
"Steve, I want you to stand here in front of my face so I can take your cock in my mouth," I say, with a strained voice. My passion is boiling from the pleasure of the duel penetration.
"Whatever you say, Madame Felicia."
"I know you have a painful hip, so I won't ask you to move at all. I will do all of the work with my talented head and mouth. Let my lips and tongue give you all the pleasure you need."
"Thank you very much, Madame Felicia," Steve Slate says, and moves into position so I can suck on his stiff cock.
I open my mouth wide and Steve pokes his cock into it.
Now all of my holes are filled and just the thought of it sets of a stream of orgasms that feels like machine gun fire.
As always the timing is perfect in this part of my fantasy.
The four of us all move together like are motions are controlled by a common thread.
It is as if the four of us have merged into a single fucking machine.
The entire fucking process looks like it has been orchestrated to music.
I push my head down on Steve's cock, just as Sonny thrusts up into my cunt, just as Fred plunges deep into my asshole.
If I was not so thoroughly pinned down by the cock of these attractive athletes, my body would be thrashing about as if I was going into seizure.
First I am empty, then I am completely filled.
The process repeats over and over again and I come repeatedly.
While fantasizing, I am shoving a dildo into my ass with one hand, another into my cunt with the other, and I am sucking on a third.
If only my husband could see the wild things I do to get myself off in my fantasy world. He would be amazed.
If only he would realize what a wild passionate animal I really am, maybe my fantasy would no longer be needed.
But that is silly way of thinking, and I am ashamed of myself for letting it cross my mind. How ridiculous!
I love my fantasy.
I love everything about it, and it will always be mine.
Sonny comes first into my cunt, then Fred shoots his sticky semen up my ass, then, with a final couple of thrusts of my head, ramming Steve's cock deep down my throat, he too comes, filling my mouth with the load of his love.
I swallow that come while I feel the semen of the other two swirling about inside of me.
They pull out of me and sheepishly return to the others on the other side of the shower room. I can hardly see across the room anymore because the steam from the hot showers is too thick.
Now it is time for me to show those dumb jocks how cruel I can be.
They must learn that I can be as evil as they come, so they will always obey my every whim.
I pick on Craig Bronsky to show how dominant I can really be.
In my fantasy I have brought along all of the paraphernalia I will need to administer my anger-filled torture.
Craig is the third baseman on the team and he had an awful World Series.
He committed five errors and didn't hit a loud foul off of the other team's pitching.
If this team had lost, he would have been the goat.
"Come here Craig, I am going to teach you a lesson," I say, looking at him coldly.
He can tell that my heart is made of stone and I will show him no mercy.
He knows that he will have to submit to a lot of pain before I am done with him.
He knows the shitty series he played. He is ashamed of himself.
He need the punishment I am going to give him just so he can live with himself.
Discipline is the key to making an athlete perform. Everyone knows this.
And I am going to discipline him in the harshest manner imaginable.
I go to may bag of tricks and pull out a large pink rubber enema bag.
The nozzle is extra large and shaped like the head of a snake.
I also pull out a couple of evenly cut pieces of rubber hosing.
His limbs must be held fast while I administer the huge enema.
"Get on your hands and knees," I scream at him. I am so pissed that he played so poorly during such important baseball games.
He obeys me immediately. He fears me more than he fears anything else in the world but he know he has to put up with my punishment to regain his dignity.
He has lost a lot of face and this is his chance to get it back.
"Cross your wrists behind your back," I order him, holding one of the pieces of rubber hosing.
When he does this he must put his face on the tile floor. He has to support much of his weight on his face.
When he has crossed his wrists behind his back I tie them securely together.
I use the other piece of rubber to tie his ankles together.
His ass is up in the air and he is in position to receive his enema.
"You played shitty. Now it is time for your teammates to see just how shitty you are," I scream with an evil hiss.
I fill the big enema bag to the brim with scalding hot water.
Then I hold the nozzle up in the air so none of that water will be wasted.
I can see the terror in Craig's eyes and I just laugh at him with glee.
He has also been known to refuse me interviews because I am a woman.
This is another reason I want to cause him incredible agonies.
I hold the little snake head by the neck and run its nose up and down the crack of Craig's ass. He grimaces and cringes as he feels the hard rubber explore him down there. I wonder what is going through his mind. I figure he can be having no rational thoughts at this moment. He is too petrified with fear.
"You lily livered scum-bag," I scream at him. "You will never refuse me another interview for any reason. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Madame Felicia."
He has trouble speaking because his throat is in knots.
"If you ever refuse me anything I want again, I will be forced to do this again," I say, and I thrill at the power I have over this dirt bag who has shut off my gas in the past. There will be no more of that.
With one sudden flick of my wrist I jam the snake head nozzle all the way up his tender little anus.
As I said before, the nozzle is very large and it stretches his asshole painfully when I cram it into him.
He howls in pain.
His eyes well up with tears.
The tears overflow and start to stream down his cheeks.
The tears are from both pain and shame. It is very humiliating to be given an enema in full view of your teammates.
Especially when you know that they want you to get an enema.
The other guys are just as upset at Craig's shitty play as I am, and they are cheering me and urging me on. They want me to hurt him.
I allow the scalding water to start to flow into Craig's asshole.
When the first rush of water flows into his bowels his face contorts with pain.
I know that his bowels are soon completely filled by the water.
But the enema bag is not empty yet so I continue the flow.
I can tell that Craig wants to shit more than anything else in the world.
All he can think about is his cramping ass and how much he wants to release the enema water.
"You want to shit very badly," I say to him calmly. "But I will not allow you to shit. You may not release the enema water until I give you the word."
Craig has to concentrate all of his attention on his convulsing muscles, to keep from releasing prematurely.
He cannot even scream out because that would cause him to lose control.
The last bit of water flows out of the rubber bag and into his full ass.
I make him wait for a very long time before I give him the word.
His teeth are clenched together and his eyes are closed tightly.
He has never felt pain like this before. He feels as if his bowels are going to burst and he is going to die when all of that poison works its way into his system.
Finally, I pull out the snake-head nozzle just as abrubtly as I had first shoved it in. I can see his asshole clamp shut, straining against the flood of water that wants to come out.
"Release!"
Craig contracted all of his muscles at the same time and shot a thick stream of brown shit water across the room.
It shot a full ten feet in the air, splattering everything around with his shit.
The other guys on the team all cheered and hollered their approval.
That really humiliated Craig when they did that. His face turned as red as a beet with his embarrassment.
"There that ought to prove something to you, you little motherfucker," I scream at him. The last few drops of shit run down his thighs.
His buttocks are stained brown from where the initial explosion of shit water splattered up on him.
"That ought to show you how shitty you really are!"
Craig thinks I am done with him and that the punishment is over. I laugh at him. Little does he know that it has only begun.
I wash off the enema bag in one of the showers and put it back in my bag of tricks.
Craig must remain bound in that position while I continue disciplining him.
I rummage around in my bag until I find my big fat rubber dildo!
It is attached to a belt so I can strap it around my waist. It looks like I have a real hard-on.
What a thrill it is for all of those guys to see a person with such big tits sporting such a formidable member.
I strut about the room, taking long strides and thrusting my hips forward.
All eyes are on me. The men look amazed and awed at the stiff prick that sticks out in front of me.
"Craig I am going to shove this pole up your ass so hard you are going to bleed," I shout. He cowers in fear.
He wants to run away but he can't because of the way I have tied him.
"I'm gonna bust you wide open!" I scream.
"No, please don't. It will kill me," he pleads with a pathetic little boy voice.
"Shut up, you fool," I scream and kick him hard in the ribs to shut him up.
He whimpers in pain and sniffles as the tears continue to roll down his cheeks.
I approach him from the rear and shove the head of the dildo harshly between the cheeks of his ass.
I reach around his upper torso and get his nipples between my fingers.
I pinch them hard and he howls out in pain. Then I twist those nipples as if I am trying to twist them off.
It's just like I am trying to open a bottle of beer.
Then I put one hand on either of his buttocks and cruelly pull them apart so I can better penetrate his asshole.
He has never had anything, not so much as a finger, up his ass before. The nozzle to the enema bag was his initiation to this kind of pain.
I press the head of the big black dildo directly against his straining asshole.
He thinks by holding his asshole shut he will be able to prevent me from violating him there.
The fool.
Nothing can stop Madame Felicia from doing something once she has made her mind up to do it. Nothing!
All he is doing is making it more painful for himself.
But I don't care. That is exactly what I want him to do.
I press as hard as I can with my hips and now matter how hard he closes those muscles, the thick rubber dildo still manages to begin to slip inside.
I slowly push the long shaft into him, his screams of pain, now filled with despair. He realizes the hopeless dilemma he is in.
He knows there is no escape from my powerful wrath.
His asshole stretches and tears and blood starts to trickle down his thighs. I am showing him exactly how I feel about him.
"How do you like my cock up your ass?" I scream at him.
He says nothing. His throat is too contracted with pain.
"I said how do you like it? How do you like me shoving this dildo up your tiny little asshole?"
Once again he doesn't speak.
I hit him hard in the hip with my fist. In my fantasy my blow is powerful and immediately raises a large welt.
I strike him again, harder, with the other fist.
"How do you like it?"
"I love it Madame Felicia," he manages to say. "I love the feeling of your cock all the way up my ass!"
I throw back my head and laugh at the way he is groveling while impaled by my dildo. This is the grandest victory of all!
I fuck him up the ass harder and harder, thrusting the full shaft of the dildo into his bowels with every push of my round supple hips.
The belt that holds the dildo on is designed so my erect clitoris peers up and over the top of it. Like a little boy's prick, my clit stands right out above the belt. I can finger myself while I am fucking him this way. I flick a single finger over the top of my stiff love button and thrill at the joy this act gives me. It only makes me want to fuck him harder, which I do. Finally, he can no longer take the pain, and he passes out completely.
He appears dead to the world.
As he falls over on his side, his wrists and ankles still bound, the dildo is pulled out of his ass.
Even though the rubber rod is black I can see the crimson ring around it.
It is blood from the pathetic cocksucker's asshole!
I continue to flick my finger over my clit until I come again, and my cry of joy makes the cocks of all the spectators leap.
Even the ones who have already had their turn are hard again and ready to fuck.
I kick Craig in the side a couple of more times just so he will be sorer when he wakes up.
At this point I lose control of the crowd.
Those who haven't been chosen yet have waited to long.
Even the powerful spell I have over them cannot hold them back any longer.
They mob me and I feel forty hands on my body all at once.
I am thrown on my back, kicking and screaming.
There are hands on my tits, fingers up my cunt, fingers up my ass.
They are all hungry and they want their fair share. Every where I look I see stiff cocks pointing at me.
I have one prick in either hand and there is one in my mouth.
One cock is pushing its way between my pussy lips while another gets shoved up my ass. I have totally lost control but the pleasure is fantastic.
They are mobbing me this way because they love and adore me and their lust could no longer be pent up.
Every one gets a turn. My cunt and ass drip the semen of twenty men.
Chuck, the manager, enters carrying two bottle of champagne.
He pops the corks out of the tops of the bottles with two loud explosions.
He is covered by a sea of champagne foam. It's all over his face.
He hands the bottles to me and I begin to pour them over my tits while standing up.
Five guys are gathered around me and they are all trying to drink the fine wine as it drips down my body.
I feel a tongue on my clit and another up my ass and I come over and over again.
Finally, I have no more orgasms left in me. I am totally spent.
I fall to the floor and slip into a peaceful sleep while those beautiful jocks continue to fuck my pussy and my asshole.
* * *
PUSSY WITH A WHIP
CHAPTER ONE
Before I tell you my story, let me explain that I am only sixteen years old. That may seem pretty young to you, but I feel mature for my age.
And I'm no virgin either. I started to go out with boys when I was thirteen and I got laid for the first time a year later.
The boy's name was Keith, but he came very quickly and I really didn't know what was going on. It was over before it started.
I've gone out with a bunch of guys since then and I've fucked a few of them, but I've never really gotten off.
During the entire time I've been having sex regularly, I've never had an orgasm with a boys cock inside of me.
I guess all of the boys I have ever been out with have been inexperienced or just plain lousy lovers.
They stick it in, and before I can start to get into it, they've blown their wad and it's all over.
How come sex is always over when the guy comes?
I've never understood that. If society said that sex wasn't over until the girl had an orgasm there would be a lot of boys who would be really mad.
That's because they don't give a shit for the girl's feelings.
All they care about is their own stinking pleasure. No more or less than that.
To have an orgasm I have to masturbate and think up sexy fantasies to tell myself when I do it.
You might say I am bitter about the way boys have treated me sexually.
I guess it comes out in my fantasies. I hold a certain hostility toward them.
My name is Lisa and I have long straight black hair that hasn't been cut for years, except to have the ends trimmed.
It hangs down to my ass. When I am naked I can feel the ends of my hair brushing against my firm round buttocks.
Let me tell you about how I masturbate and the fantasies I tell myself when I do it. I have selected a few of my favorite ones to tell you.
These are always guaranteed to get me off like a rocket ship.
When I feel horny I always go into my bedroom and lock the door.
I am an only child and I live with my mother and father.
Dad is a business man and he is often away on trips to here or there for work.
Mom is a housewife but she is very involved in a bunch of Women's organizations, so she often isn't home either.
I pick these times to jack-off. I lock the door because it makes me feel more secure, not because I am afraid of being caught.
Once the door is locked I slowly take off my clothes.
I pretend that doing a strip-tease for a handsome man and he is looking at me adoringly.
There is a full-length mirror in my bedroom and I stand in front of it as I undress.
You may think that vain, but it really turns me on to watch myself be so seductive.
I know at that point that I am superior to those filthy boys who are always trying to get their grubby hands all over me.
I get a little chill up and down my spine when I take off my bra and I can see my bare tits.
They are high and firm and well-proportioned to the rest of my body.
That is to say they aren't huge but they look like they need to be sucked on real bad. The nipples will get hard and stand erect at the slightest provocation. I run my hands over them in front of the mirror, pinching my nipples a little.
Wow! Does that feel good!
Then I take one tit in each hand and I squeeze them gingerly, rolling them around with a circular motion.
I am wearing only my panties now They are pink and lacy.
Already there is a wet stain in the front from the way my cunt is lubricating itself.
I run my hands up and down my body, using my palms. I am amazed at my own body's capacity to feel pleasure.
There are so many spots on my body that can give me joy. Spots that aren't always written about in sex books.
I can get the juices to flow inside my cunt just by nabbing gently on the smooth skin behind my knee.
Or sometimes my arm-pit can be the center of my pleasure. I shave there, and stroking that spot with delicate fingertips can really turn me on.
If only the boys I go to school with could realize I am such a complex sexual animal I would come and come the second they stuffed their big cocks into me. But all they see are two tits and a cunt, and those are the only places they pay any attention to.
And I forgot to mention my asshole!
I must have the world's most sensitive asshole. When I touch myself there with my fingers I nearly come on the spot.
None of the boys I've known have ever even attempted to touch me there.
I guess they think it is dirty, or they're afraid I will think it's dirty. Whatever, it has never happened.
I inch my panties down slowly. They stick to my pussy for a moment because it is so wet there, but soon they begin to roll down my thighs.
I point my toes as I step out of them and stand fully nude in front of the full-length mirror admiring myself.
God, I have a beautiful body.
Why haven't any of those fantastic lovers I read about ever found me?
I could give them more pleasure than they have ever imagined.
And vice versa of course.
When I am naked I turn around in a full circle so I can see myself from all angles.
I like the profile because I can see how firm and high my tits are.
And I like the view from the rear because I can see my round ass. The skin on my ass is very smooth, like a baby's.
When I am done looking at myself in the mirror, I move to my soft, friendly bed.
I put both pillows on top of each other and fluff them up nice. I lay down flat on my back, spread my legs wide open and raise my knees.
My hands travel curiously down the slopes of my body until my fingers find the wet slit of my cunt and I slip into a wonderful daydream.
I am out in the country riding horseback. My horse is a beautiful black stallion and we are galloping wildly through a thick pine woods.
I have no need for a saddle in my dream. I am an excellent horseback rider.
I am riding Black Lightning, for that is the horse's name, bareback, straddling that powerful animal, as we charge through the woods.
It is a perfect day. There isn't a cloud in the sky and it is the color of a robin's egg. What a day.
The sun is warm and high in the sky.
I am wearing only a black garter belt and black stockings.
My breasts bounce up and down joyously as I ride the wild animal.
I can feel the strong back of the horse pressing hard on my open cunt lips as I bounce up and down on the black fur.
It is marvelous. I feel like a real woman, a lusty animal myself. Black Stallion and I are a perfect team.
We are totally in tune with nature. There is passion in the breeze and I can smell it as it whips up my flared nostrils.
We are travelling very fast in full gallop and the trees are swishing by. The scenery is a blur as it shoots past me.
Then we come to a lovely clearing. A grassy meadow by a babbling brook.
"Whoa, boy," I say and the horse pulls up next to the crystal clear water. I climb off and kneel before the running white water.
Black Lightning lowers his long nose into the cold water and takes a long drink, soothing his parched throat. It has been a very long ride and now it is time to take a rest.
I also lower my head into the water and I let my full, pouting lips touch the clear water, sucking it up into my mouth to get a refreshing drink.
In my hand I hold my riding crop. I do not like to hit Black Lightning with it, but I know that discipline is the key to keeping a wild stallion like that in line. I have to do it to remain the beast's master.
There is a rustle in the bushes and I see the strolling form of Michael Brenner coming out of the woods, walking into the clearing toward me.
Michael Brenner is a real asshole and a half. I let him fuck me once and it must be the worst lay I have ever had.
He is typical of the boys I have told you about. He kissed me for a while in the backseat of a car, tore off my clothes, despite my cries for him to stop, and he stuck his big prick into me, and shot his come before I could experience any pleasure at all. It was terrible.
But now he is in the middle of nowhere with me. We are out in the woods, just me and Michael and Black Stallion.
This is the moment I have been waiting for.
This is my chance to get blessed revenge.
Michael sees my naked body, my tits and my snatch exposed, and his eyes go wide with amazement and passion.
"Lisa, what are you doing here?" he asks. He also wants to know why I'm not wearing more clothes but he doesn't have the nerve to ask me this question.
"Black Lightning and I were just out for a little ride," I say with a seductive smile. I arch an eyebrow.
He is wearing tight blue jeans and a white tee-shirt. I can see the bulge in the front of his pants as his cock grows harder.
He cannot take his eyes off my tits and cunt. His tongue shoots out of his mouth and moistens his lips.
I can tell he is getting very horny looking at me and soon his passion will be so great I will be able to assume complete control.
I look at him and wink.
"Do you remember fucking me in the back seat of your car?" I ask him.
He nods that he does indeed remember those few seconds of lust.
"Now I think it is time for me to fuck you," I say, slapping my riding crop gently across the palm of my hand.
His eyes light up. It is obvious he likes the idea very much.
"Sure," he says, with eager enthusiasm. He is breathing heavily and he pants are getting tighter by the second.
Black Lightning raises his big black head into the air and whinnies towards the blue sky. He approves of my idea also.
"Black Lightning isn't wearing any clothes and I'm not wearing any clothes," I say. "Don't you think you should take off yours also?"
"I suppose you are right. You sure do have a great body."
"Great bodies should not be abused should they?" I say, a touch of cruelty creeping into my voice.
"I guess not," he says sheepishly.
"How would you like it if your body was abused?" I ask him, and he is starting to figure out what I am getting at.
"What are you going to do?" he asks, looking a little frightened.
His movements have become nervous and his right eye has begun to twitch.
"I am going to rape you. You will never be the same after I am done with you. You will wish you never met me."
Real fear flashes across his face now. Beads of sweat form in a line across his creased brow.
Michael Brenner is a football player and they are the worst when it comes to respect for women. That is what I am going to teach him as I train him to be my sex slave. I am going to teach him to respect me as the complex, lusty woman that I am!
"I want you to take off all of your clothes immediately!" I scream. He is defenseless to disobey me. I can see in his eyes that I am in total command.
He is too much in awe of my funky body. He will do anything for a feel and a taste of my precious flesh.
Michael has shaggy blonde hair and a big hunky muscular body.
I would never have been in the back seat of his car with him in the first place if I didn't find him sexually attractive.
I had no idea he was going to treat as shoddy as he did.
Michael slowly takes off his white tee-shirt and I can see his broad bare chest.
He really does have a great chunk going for him. His chest is sparsely covered with little yellow curls.
He is trying to undress as fast as possible, thinking his speed will keep my caielty down to a minimum.
How wrong he is. My mind is made up. I am going to leave him sexually satisfied but in terrible pain!
His fingers busily unbuckle his large brass belt, and he wiggles his hips as he pulls his jeans and his underwear down at the same time.
His thick long cock is fully engorged with blood and it is very stiff.
It sticks out straight in front of him, pointing a little up toward the sky.
The head of his prick is throbbing, and is turning purple with his passion.
The stalk of that tool is long and the veins stick out of the sides, making it look gnarled and angry.
His balls are big too, and they hang low between his legs, swinging a little from side to side as he moves.
He steps out of his pants one leg at a time and he is standing before me nude and frightened.
I feel so powerful having dominance over a man so much larger than me.
His baby blue eyes do not have the evil twinkle they had that night in the car.
Instead he looks like a small boy who has just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar minutes before dinner.
"Good, you can take off your clothes very quickly," I say. "Let me introduce myself. I am your sexual master. From now on you will refer to me only as Lady Lisa. This is a phrase of respect, and respect is what you will be learning this afternoon."
"Yes, Lady Lisa," he says. I am thrilled. Already he is subservient to me.
I am the wicked dominatrix and he is my slave and that is just the way I want it.
"Get down on your knees slave!" I command, and he does this immediately. He falls to his knees and looks up at me adoringly.
He will do anything for me, no matter how much pain it causes him.
"I want you to crawl on your knees so you are directly in front of me," I say, pointing to the spot on the ground at my feet.
He has a little trouble moving in that position at first but soon he gets the knack of it and he is walking on his knees.
He is now so close to me I can feel his hot breath on my belly.
I am so horny at this moment I feel like my insides are going to explode.
The cunt juices have filled my pussy and are running down my legs.
I am a ripe peach and my fruit juices burst forth the second I think of sex.
I move my legs far apart on the ground, so Michael can look up and see the lips of my cunt part.
"I want you to lick my pussy now until I come!" I order him.
He hesitates for a moment and I bring the riding crop hard down over his shoulders. He recoils in pain and angry welts begin to form on his shoulders.
"I said now!"
"Yes, Lady Lisa."
This time he does not hesitate. He must not only learn to obey my orders, but he must learn to obey them promptly.
His long hot pink tongue comes shooting out of his mouth very far. He has an extraordinary tongue and it comes out of his mouth a full six inches when he sticks it out as far as it will go.
He places his tongue on the inside of my smooth velvety thigh down by the knee and slowly starts to work upward.
My skin is covered with goose pimples as I feel this initial contact.
A fresh flow of pussy juice begins to flow inside of me and immediately spills down my thigh.
Michael laps it up hungrily. I can see his cock leap when he gets his first taste of my lust.
My clitoris is hard and erect and has started to throb with a desperate ache.
He licks all of the natural lubrication off of my thigh and continues to work his way upwards toward my open cunt.
When the tip of his super-long tongue touches the swollen outer lips of my pussy, my muscles go taut and I give a hearty laugh of lust.
I throw back my head and put my hands on my hips.
I look down at the top of the head of my sex-slave as he lovingly attends to my sexual need.
His tongue is not only long but it is well-coordinated also.
He can flick the tip up and down while keeping it totally extended.
He licks all around the outside of my pussy until his saliva is mixed with my cunt juices and I am as slippery as hot ice down there.
My cunt is a flash flood zone, and he must drink that cream!
"I want you to stick that long tongue of yours all the way up my cunt!" I command him in a deep superior tone of voice.
He does this immediately. He does not want to risk another thrashing by my riding crop.
His tongue becomes as hard as a rock, harder than any penis could ever be. His tongue becomes the perfect fucking tool.
He jams that thing up my cunt hole with gusto, loving the taste of my sweet snatch.
I arch my back and thrust my hips forward to help the penetration.
Though his tongue is hard and stiff, the tip is still supple and soft, and I can feel it flicking about wildly inside my cunt.
What a sensation!
I know I am going to have a terrific orgasm very soon.
I am groaning wildly and tossing my head from side to side.
"Move it in and out of me!" I scream. "Fuck me with that long tongue of yours!"
His head begins to bob back and forth as he repeatedly plunges his tongue up my cunt hole.
I put my hands on top of his head and hold him by his blonde hair. I push and pull on his head making him fuck me harder with my tongue.
Finally I come with the force of a thousand black stallions and I pull my hips away from his working head.
His face is wet and shiny from the quim ooze that has spilled and splashed onto it. He licks his lips for a further taste of my cunt.
What an orgasm! My body is still burning from the tremendous after-glow.
"Now I want you to do the same thing to my asshole," I say "I want you to taste all of that scum inside my asshole and make me come again by fucking me there with your talented tongue."
He has a worried expression on his face and I can tell he does not want to do it.
Once again I am forced to beat him mercilessly across the shoulders and the back with my savage riding crop.
Welts begin to appear all over his body. They are angry red compared to his fair complexion.
He howls in pain, screaming for mercy.
But we are in the woods, in the middle of nowhere and there is no one to hear his pleading.
I don't like to hit him that way, but I must if he refuses to obey me right away.
Discipline is the answer and I must be quick in administering punishment as well as reward.
It is called behavior modification. I am modifying his behavior to my every whim!
Michael crawls on his knees so he is behind me. I lower my hands and pull my ass cheeks apart so he can see my asshole.
I can feel that long wonderful tongue touching me lightly around the sensitive pink tissue. My anus is so sexy sometimes and the thought of his tongue up that tight little hole has me all worked up again.
He flicks the tip of his tongue over the top of the hole a few times and I groan very loud with pleasure.
"Stick it in!" I scream. "Stick it all the way up my ass."
I can feel the tight ring of muscle around my asshole relax and allow this penetration.
His curious tongue works its way up my butt and I can feel a new wave of joy rippling through my torso.
He has it all the way up me now and he is starting to move it back and forth ever so slowly.
"Taste it!" I yell at him. "Taste the inside of my asshole! I'll bet it tastes real good doesn't it?"
I laugh at him.
But I do not laugh for long because his tongue is moving in and out of that tight little hole with more fervor now and I am approaching another orgasm.
He can fill my bowels so completely with that tongue of his and soon there is another enormous explosion of joy inside me.
I pull away from him. I know he wanted to continue to do it, but it is not his wants and needs we are tending to here.
"How did that taste?" I ask him, putting my hands over my crotch and squeezing. I am still holding the riding crop and I want him to see it at all times, just in case he gets any ideas of disobeying.
"It tasted better than anything I have ever tasted before, Lady Lisa," he says meekly. He is such a scum-bag. I will get a chance to use him in the worst way before I am done!
"You have been a good little slave," I say. "Now I want you to fuck me in the ass. I am very sensitive there, and I need to feel that thick cock of yours all the way up my anus."
His eyes light up with joy. He knows this is his reward for being good, and he had better enjoy it. It may be his last chance for pleasure in a long time.
I get on my hands and knees so he can mount me from the rear.
He has had to watch me come twice without any release of his own, and his frustration shows.
Now he knows how it feels to have sex and be left out of the party.
I am not allowing him orgasm because I feel any pity for him. I have totally selfish reasons.
I need to feel his thick prick up my ass!
He is whimpering with ugly lust as he crawls over the top of me and sticks the head of his cock between my round firm ass cheeks.
My asshole is relaxed, open and ready for him. I can take his whole cock with ease.
We will find out later what he can take. I am looking forward to that.
I can feel the thick head of his cock directly over my hole now and he is starting to apply steady pressure with his hips.
My anticipation has made me very horny and I know I will come again soon after he penetrates me.
The little hole opens hungrily and begins to suck his cock inside. The entire shaft disappears up my butt and I groan feverishly at the joy.
He is making disgusting little grunting noises. His cock is all the way up my ass and he is starting to fuck me slowly there.
I come again! Great molten lava pours out of the crater of my volcano.
He strokes me up the ass with increasing speed until he spills his wretched seed into my bowels.
He pulls his slackening cock out of my ass and clutches his knees waiting for further instructions.
"Now it is my turn to fuck you," I say. In my fantasy I have a long thick dildo that straps around my waist so I can fuck him up the ass. I put it on and strut around him. I want him to see how big and thick it is. I want him to imagine how much it is going to hurt when I pop the cherry in his butt.
The anticipation of pain, the fear of agony, is an important method of discipline. He knows there is no way out. I am going to tear into his ass with my fake relentless cock!
"No, Lady Lisa!" he whimpers pathetically. "Don't put that thing in me. It will never fit. My hole isn't big enough! I'm not ready!"
"Not ready?" I laugh. "What could you possibly know about being ready. You are the same Michael Brenner who shoved your big cock into my cunt in the back seat of your car when I was still dry as a bone. Do you think I was ready? Do you think I got any pleasure out of that? Don't you think you caused me pain?"
Now he knows the motive for my cruelty and a real terror sweeps through his body making him feel empty and numb.
"Get on your hands and knees!" I scream, my wrath more powerful than ever.
He whimpers a little and gets on his hands and knees.
I beat him harshly across the cheeks of his ass with my riding crop just for fun.
Just so he doesn't forget for a second who is boss!
He screams in pain and snaps his head back. His body is slick with sweat and he has the bitter odor of fear.
I mount him from behind and thrust my thick dildo up against his straining asshole. His fear is replaced by hopelessness and despair.
He has resigned himself to the inevitability of the torture.
I grab his blonde hair with my left hand, pulling his head sharply back.
In my right hand I hold the riding crop, poised and ready to strike.
And with a single thrust of my hips, I jam the entire dildo up his hairy asshole, hearing his flesh tear as I do so.
His agonized scream echo through the silent woods.
I fuck him hard, ramming the stiff rod in and out.
Blood begins to pour from his ass and rolls down his legs.
He is defeated, whipped, by my superior will! I am truly his master now, and he is truly my slave!
His muscles are so tight with tension that I think they are going to snap at any moment.
I beat him with the riding crop until he begins to move his hips in sync with my thrusts. As much as I am hurting him he is helping the penetration with his frenzied movements.
I can feel myself getting off by fucking him this way. I know the power a man must feel when he is savagely fucking a woman.
It feels great to have a cock and to be able to dominate another being.
I fuck him harder and harder, sinking deeper into his bowels until I have yet another orgasm, and I imagine come spurting out of the end of the dildo into his bloodied butt. I fill his ravaged bowels with my cream But I am not done yet!
I pull myself out of his ass and summon the black stallion to my side.
Michael has slumped over on his side and is moaning at the incredible pain in his ass. I have torn him up badly down there.
But that is nothing compared to what is going to happen next!
"You can take all of my dildo okay, let's see how you do when you get fucked up the ass by Black Lightning!"
I laugh cruelly.
I have to beat and whip Michael for minutes until I can get him up on his hands and knees with his ass up in the air.
Black Lightning is a well trained stallion and his eighteen inch cock is red and ready, sticking way out of its black fur covering.
The horse knows what to do. He mounts Michael as he would a shiny red mare.
Black Lightning knows no pity either. He sticks that thick horse cock into Michael's asshole, stretching him horribly and starting a fresh flow of blood.
And then I snap out of my daydream.
I am lying on my bed. I have had many wonderful orgasms.
My fingers are wet and sticky and I feel totally satisfied.
CHAPTER TWO
I guess when I think of the perfect man, I think of my father. He has always loved me and my mother very much and he has been a good provider.
He is a tall well-built man, who is graying at the temples.
His chin is broad and firm and he has an athletic build.
Even though he is forty years old he has kept himself in shape and other women still find him very attractive.
I wonder what he would think if he knew that I fantasized about having sex with him sometimes when I masturbate.
Sometimes I feel guilty when I think about him in that way, but they say that fantasies are harmless as long as you don't try to live them out, so I guess it's okay.
My first curiosities about sex came when I heard my mother and father fucking in their bedroom with the door shut.
I could hear their moans, groans, gasps, and sighs, and I knew there was something going on that I didn't understand at all.
At first I thought they were hurting each other, but I would hear a touch of joy at the end of their cries.
I could tell that it was ecstasy, not agony, that was making them sound that way.
I asked my girlfriend what could be going on in that bedroom with the door shut.
They laughed at me and acted like I was the dumbest little girl in the world.
Then they told me about fucking and that was the first I had heard about it.
I tried to imagine what my mother and father looked like when they were fucking.
In my fantasy she was lying on her back with her legs spread open and he was on top sliding his long thick cock in and out of her pussy.
I was very little and I didn't have any hair on my crotch yet.
I couldn't imagine how a penis that big could fit into the little hole that girls had down there.
Still, young as I was, I could feel a mysterious ache down there when I thought about my Daddy fucking my Mommy.
To this very day I dream about my Daddy fucking me, just like he does my Mommy, and I get off incredibly when I do this.
This is how my fantasy goes:
I am wearing my long black hair in pig-tails so I look very cute and very young.
I also have on baggy old blue jeans and a sloppy sweatshirt that is way to big for me.
In fact the sweatshirt belongs to my Daddy. I get a kick out of wearing his clothes, even though I am much smaller than him.
I guess this is common among girls my age. We love our Daddies very much.
It is a Saturday morning and my mother is away for the week-end, off on a tour of some sort with one of her clubs.
I am sitting cross-legged on the living room floor in front of the color television set watching cartoons.
My Daddy wakes up and pads out to the living room in his bathrobe and slippers.
He sits on the floor next to me and watches the TV with me for awhile.
"Good morning, Princess," he says, giving me a warm smile.
"Good morning, Daddy," I say cheerfully. I am his little girl and I feel very safe and secure when he is around.
"It's just the two of us for the whole weekend, Princess," he says, slipping his strong arm around my shoulders with a little hug.
"Yeah, I know," I say with a giggle and snuggle closer to him. He is very warm and gentle and I love to get under his wing.
"What would you like to do? We can do whatever you want. This is your week-end, Princess."
I am so excited I can hardly stand it!
"Let's go on a picnic, Daddy. I'll make some sandwiches and we can go out into the country just the two of us!"
"I think that is a wonderful idea," he says, flashing a charming smile. His teeth are white and straight.
I snuggle even closer to him and he moves his arm so it is around my thin waist.
On the TV screen a snotty rabbit is terrorizing a stuttering pig.
"Why don't you climb up here on your Daddy's lap," he says, patting himself lightly on the upper part of his thigh as an invitation.
"Okay, Daddy," I say getting up and placing my round little ass on his waiting lap gently.
I know that men are very delicate in their crotches so I do not sit down too rough.
He puts his arms around me from behind and hold me just below my breasts very tightly.
I can feel his cock growing steadily inside his bathrobe pushing gently against my buttocks.
He is a little embarrassed because he is becoming sexually aroused near me.
But I wiggle my little ass on his lap and his cock really gets hard!
I can feel that he has a full erection now and I can feel his breath become stronger beating down on my white little neck.
"Why don't you give your Daddy a kiss, Princess?"
How can I refuse a great offer like that. I love the taste of my Daddy's lips.
I turn my head around and give him a smacker right on the lips.
But he holds me firmly by the back of the neck and he won't let the kiss end.
His lips part and his tongue shoot out between his teeth into my mouth.
I wrap my lips around his tongue and suck on it, pretending I am sucking his cock.
The kiss ends and we are both a little flustered by what has just happen.
I can feel his cock throbbing yearningly beneath me. It is so big and hard!
I can also feel my little pussy start to get wet and I can tell I am making a stain in the front of my little pink panties.
We sit quietly and watch the rest of the television show.
When it is over my Daddy picks me up and sets me on the floor next to him.
I pout for a moment and I feel horribly rejected.
"I have to take a shower now. Why don't you start making some sandwiches for our picnic this afternoon," he says, starting to get up himself.
"Instead of me making sandwiches," I suggest. "Why don't I take a shower with you and I can scrub your back."
He laughs and I can see real lust start to burn in his dark eyes.
"Now that your Mommy is away," he says. "I guess I do need someone to scrub my back."
I stand up and clap my hands with joy. My face is filled with innocent excitement.
Hooray! I get to take a shower with my Daddy! This is going to be great.
We are both a little nervous because we know what is about to happen.
We know this is the beginning of a marvelous new phase in our relationship.
I throw off Daddy's sweatshirt and take off my baggy blue jeans.
I am standing in front of him now wearing only my pink panties.
He looks down and he can see the wet spot in the front of my little underwear.
He knows that I am as sexually excited as he is and his cock leaps with this knowledge.
His eyes slowly move up and down my body and he licks his lips a little.
"My my," he sighs. "It would appear that my little girl is growing up."
I giggle and I can feel his eyes burning holes in my firm high tits.
"I'll always be your little Lisa," I say and run up to hug him.
When I do this his bathrobe falls open and I see for the first time his stiff, thick, totally erect cock.
"You sure do have a big one, Daddy," I say, puckering my lips and inhaling cool air.
"Yes I do," he says. "And soon you will realize the wonders my cock holds."
"I can't wait!"
"You won't have to wait for long." He tears off his bathrobe and kicks off his slipper. He is now standing totally nude before me, lust in his eyes. His cock is sticking straight up in the air and I am wondering how such a large prick will ever fit inside little old me.
He takes my hand and we walk together into the bathroom. He turns on the shower and adjusts the temperature so it is just right.
The stabbing needles of water are very hot but not scalding. Just the way I like it.
We step into the shower together and I give him a big hug.
I throw my arms around his neck and give him another sloppy soul kiss with little girl enthusiasm.
He grabs me around the waist and pulls me tightly against him.
Our entire bodies are touching. Even our toes play against each other in the hot water at the bottom of the tub.
Our hips are pressed together and his stiff prick is pinned between us, pointing straight up.
I break the clutch first. I reach into the little soap rack that sticks out of the tiled wall and I pick up and brand new bar of soap.
I get on my knees in front of my Daddy and begin to soap up his inner thighs.
He sighs as I slowly suds up his ever so sensitive area.
I soap up his whole legs. I even wash his feet, making sure to get between all of the toes.
Then I lightly run the bar of soap across his balls, making him moan loudly.
I recognize the sound he makes from when I heard him and Mommy in their bedroom with the door shut.
His balls are very big. I try to cup them in the palm of my hand but some of the sack spills over the sides.
When his balls are all white with foam I run the smooth bar of white soap up and down the long shaft of his cock.
I can tell as I am doing this that he will do anything for me.
There is nothing that I want that he is unwilling to give me.
I have rapidly become an honest competitor with my mother for Daddy's lustful affections.
In my fantasy I am a virgin, of course. I am looking forward to having my cherry popped by my loving father.
I make a circle with my forefinger and thumb and run it up and down the stalk of his prick.
The soap has made his erection very slippery and my hand slides up and down it with great ease.
His moans are becoming more frenzied now and I can tell it is only a matter of time before his passion becomes uncontrollable.
He turns around and I soap up his back and shoulders.
Then I do his tight muscular buttocks. He spreads his feet apart as far as the tub will allow so I can wash him between the cheeks of his ass.
While I am doing this I can feel his tight asshole on the tip of my finger. I press on it and he gasps.
I can touch his dangling balls from the rear and I can tell he likes to be touched that way very much.
When he is all soaped up and squeaky clean I allow him to rinse off.
Then I kneel before him once again so I can taste the flesh of his private parts.
I kiss his thighs and flick my tongue over the hyper-sensitive skin just below his balls.
Then I kiss the hairy wrinkled sack that holds those fragile eggs.
He is swooning and delirious with the pleasure I am giving him.
I suck on his balls and I can't believe how good it feels to have such a delicate organ inside my mouth.
Then I move up to his cock. It looks incredibly huge when I am that close to it.
I open my mouth as far as it will go and take the throbbing purple head inside.
The tip of his prick presses against the inside of my cheek as I roll my tongue over the smooth skin.
Then I run my tongue up and down the shaft making little flicking motions as I go.
"You are fantastic, my little Princess," he says. "You are a very good lover."
"Thank you Daddy," I say sweetly. I sound very young and innocent when I speak.
I return my mouth to his cock and take as much of it into me as I can.
His passion at this point becomes too much for him to hold back and he rams his whole love muscle down my throat.
And I realize I can take it all with no discomfort.
He is moving his hips back and forth, fucking my mouth.
I love it because I know that soon I will get my first taste of thick, steamy semen.
It doesn't take long for him to come because he is so excited.
And when he climaxes great spurts of thick love jelly shoot into my mouth and down my throat.
"Your come tastes very good," I say to him. He looks at me with thankful eyes.
"Now it is my turn to give you an orgasm," he says and he kneels in front of me, the hot water beating across his back.
Wow! What a turn on!
My Daddy is about to go down on me!
My cunt lips are swollen and wet. I can feel the juices flowing inside of me, and even though I am a virgin in my dream I know that my Daddy will be able to fuck me without causing me any pain.
I put my knees as far apart as they will go so that my pouting cunt is open and ready for my Daddy's tongue.
He works his face up the inside of my thigh on the way toward the center of my pleasure.
"Oh Daddy, that feels so good. I love it when you kiss me down there," I say with girlish enthusiasm.
"This is nothing compared to what comes next," he said knowingly, moving his mouth up to my aching pussy.
Never in my life have a felt anything as wonderful as my Daddy's tongue lapping happily at the outer lips of my quim.
He knows how to treat a woman's cunt! He, too is a great lover.
I realize how lucky my mother has been for all of these years, to have a lover as good as my Daddy.
He makes his tongue long, hard and sharp and plunges it as deep as he can into my pussy. He knows I am a virgin, and he wants to pop my cherry with his cock, so he is gentle during this phase of our love act.
His tongue finally finds my throbbing clitoris and he rolls that hard little ball of flesh around in a circle.
His tongue is a talented and exact instrument of passion and he explores every nook and crannie of my cunt with the tip of it.
The pink wet tissues inside my vagina now have a life of their own and they are tingling and aching wildly. They now control my will.
And I control my Daddy's will.
He strokes my little clit firmly with the tip of his tongue until I know I am about to have a terrific orgasm.
In my fantasy it is my first climax and I am filled with amazement at the wonders that have been a mystery for so long.
My young body is capable of so much pleasure, and this is the first time I am discovering its true potential.
The ache inside my loins grows and grows until it explodes and my body convulses in blissful come.
I buck my hips wildly and press my snatch hard against my Daddy's busy mouth.
Though I am in the midst of orgasm his tongue continues to work hard on my glowing clitoris.
I cannot stand it any further!
I have to feel his cock inside of me right away!
The tension inside of me is too great to wait any longer and my first orgasm did not release any of the passion I feel toward my father.
"Fuck me now Daddy! I have to have you inside of me now!" I scream, my voice high-pitched and sounding very young.
He has never heard me swear before and my vulgar language only adds to his lust.
I can see his cock leap up into the air when I utter the word "fuck".
He lifts me up in the air and I wrap my little girl legs around his waist.
He is so strong he can lift me up and twirl me around with one hand and not even work up a sweat.
He has no trouble holding my weight while I grab his stiff prick and insert it between my rosy little virgin cunt lips.
My cherry is aching.
It need to be popped.
He thrusts his hips upward and his cock breaks through the thin membrane that has protected my virginity for so long.
With the first thrust of his hips his whole cock slips into my previously unused love tunnel.
I gasp for joy as I feel a cock inside me for the first time!
I feel like such a grown-up fucking my Daddy this way!
My pussy is completely filled by that huge throbbing organ and I can feel myself getting ready to come after the initial penetration.
As I had suspected there was no pain at all. No blood, only pleasure.
His cock is so thick that it rubs directly against my clitoris as it goes into my cunt.
I have my legs wrapped around him tightly and he begins to fuck me with gusto, thrusting deeper into me with each penetration.
I have my arms around his neck and I am fucking him back as hard as I can.
The steamy water continues to splash down around us, but the tremendous sound of that running water cannot drown out our cries of passion.
"Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me harder!" I scream. I am totally frenzied by this hot sex.
"You are so sweet, little Princess," he says in that deep manly voice of his. "Your pussy is so sweet, my little girl."
I can tell by the way his hips are working harder, driving his cock all the way into me with each thrust, that he is about to have another enormous orgasm.
"I'm going to come!" my Daddy screams into my ear. "I'm going to shoot my seed into your hot little twat!"
"Go ahead and shoot, Daddy. I'm going to come too!"
And we come together in the shower, screaming our howls of ecstasy up to the ceiling.
He lifts me off of him and we touch each other gently and wash each other all over again before we step out to dry ourselves off.
The after-glow of this sex is so warm. Inside my cunt I carry the reminder of the good fucking I have just received.
We dress and go about the activities needed to go on a picnic.
Our attitudes towards one another have completely changed.
I am still his little girl and he is still my Daddy, but now we are lovers and there is a special twinkle in our eyes as we look at each other.
I love the naughty feeling of incest. It makes me a little horny just to know I am participating in, what for so many is, a taboo.
I make up a bunch of sandwiches, and my Daddy fills a thermos bottle with lemonade.
I make sure we bring along a frisbee and Daddy makes sure the car is in good working order.
By noon we are off. It is a beautiful day! A picture perfect summer day!
We are off to the country for a lovely picnic and more good loving, just the two of us. My Daddy and his little girl.
We sing joyous songs as we speed down the highway.
When we get far enough out into the country so we can't see any houses in either direction Daddy pulls the car off the main highway and we head down a dirt road, the car kicking up a thick cloud of dust behind us.
I have no idea where we are heading. I am totally lost.
If my Daddy decided to leave me there, I would have no way of finding my way home.
But I know he won't do that. He is a good Daddy.
"I'm going to take you to a special place I took your mother when we were first married," Daddy says to me in a cheerful voice. "In fact, I am going to take you to the very spot where you were conceived."
My mind is just bursting with crazy thoughts. I can feel the juices in my cunt start to work up all over again as I think of my mother and father fucking in the very spot where I am about to make love with my Daddy.
This is the spot where I went from nothingness to being!
It is going to be so exciting I can hardly stand thinking about it.
"Daddy, when we get to the spot where you and Mommy made me, I want you to do something very special to me."
"What's that, Princess?"
"It's a surprise."
"It doesn't make any difference. I will do whatever you want me to do. Like I said before, this is your weekend."
I fold my hands together in my lap like a good little girl and shiver with anticipation.
Finally, my Daddy parks the car and we are in a big field Filled with tall grass.
It all feels so natural, like it was always meant to be this way.
The world is our bed. The world is a den of lust!
We get out of the car carrying all of the picnic stuff and we walk through the field until we come to a little clearing where we can spread ourselves out.
"This is the spot," Daddy says, setting down the brown bag and thermos bottle he had been carrying.
"Is this really where you and Mommy made me?" I ask with childish innocence.
"It certainly is my precious little Princess."
"Does it look the same as it did then?" I ask him standing next to him and holding his hand. His hand is so much bigger than mine and I feel so petite standing next to him.
Daddy looks around the area and creases his brow in deep thought.
I can tell he is thinking fondly of when he was at this spot with my mother.
I like him to think that way because I know it will make him horny and ready for more blissful sex.
"It's a little more overgrown than it was then, but the company is just as pretty," he says giving me a seductive wink.
A big exciting shiver runs up and down my young spine when he says that.
He thinks I am just as pretty as his wife, my mother, and that knowledge makes me very passionate. I want to fuck him right away.
I spread out the blanket and the two of us sprawl down on it, lying very close to one another.
Daddy rolls over on top of me and I clutch him in passionate embrace.
He kisses me hard on the mouth and once again I feel his wonderful hot tongue slipping deep into my mouth.
I offer my own tongue and we kiss this way for a long time until we are both breathing very hard with lust.
"What was that surprise you had for me," my Daddy asks, nibbling gently on the soft furry skin of my ear-lobe.
"I want you to fuck me up the ass, Daddy.
I know you will never hurt me in any way, and I won't be able to sleep until I feel that long prick of yours all the way up my asshole."
"I don't know," he mused. "My cock is pretty big and your asshole is pretty tight. I don't know if it will fit."
"I know it will, Daddy," I scream. "It must. I want you to push and push until it fits. I have to know what it feels like."
I can tell my Daddy likes the idea very much but he is afraid of hurting me.
I sooth his fears by rubbing my hand over the crotch of his pants.
He moans with desire as I do this and I can tell I have the greatest influence over him.
He will do whatever I wish, no matter what it is.
No matter how kinky or how weird, my Daddy will submit to me.
Now that he knows I am a woman, he is just as anxious to fuck me in the ass as I am to get fucked there.
"Okay, I'll do it," he says, a magic twinkle in his dark eyes.
"I knew you would," I said, continuing to rub the crotch of his pants.
I can feel that his cock is as hard as a rock. Wow! Is it big!
I can tell by feeling around with my fingers that he is fully erect and ready to fuck, and that the head of his cock is sticking up out of his underwear.
The head of his cock is pinned to his belly by a cruel strip of elastic.
"Why don't we get all of these clothes off of you," I say seductively. "You must be awfully uncomfortable trying to pack all of that manhood inside those clothes."
He looks at me with sincere dark eyes of gratitude.
He nods, telling me that I should undress him. I will strip him completely nude.
My Daddy puts his arms up over his head and I pull his shirt off over his head.
I run the palms of my hands over his broad muscular chest while gazing into his eyes lovingly.
Then I go about the task of taking off his pants. I undo the top of his pants and he lifts his hips up in the air so I can slide his pants and underwear off. He is lying before me now, on the blanket in the middle of a grassy field, totally naked.
His cock is thick and hard and lies flat on his belly, pointing up towards his handsome face.
"Now it is time for you to take my clothes off," I say, knowing he will do whatever I ask of him.
He starts to pull my large sweatshirt up over my head.
"Is this my sweatshirt?" he asks with mock anger in his face.
I just giggle and say, "Oh, Daddy, you know it is!"
"You are a little devil!" he says and pulls the sweatshirt off of me.
My pert young breasts stick straight out in front of me. The nipples are already erect and they are yearning to be sucked.
My Daddy runs his hands over my tits, taking one of them in the palm of each hand.
He squeezes them just a little bit and he knows the good feelings this sends shooting through my tiny body.
Then he moves his head forward and he begins to kiss my tits.
"Oh yes, Daddy, I love when you kiss my little boobs!"
He sticks that knowing tongue out of his mouth and he runs it across my tits until he find my right nipple.
With tiny flicks of his tongue he excites that nipple until I can think of nothing but my right nipple.
Then he puts his whole mouth over that nipple and sucks on it.
The nipple plus some of the breast flesh around it is sucked up into his loving mouth. I squeal with glee as he does that.
"Oh Daddy, that feels so good. I'm getting so horny I can hardly stand it!"
He chuckles a deep laugh down in his throat and continues to suck on my nipple.
"Now you have to take off my pants, Daddy," I say innocently.
He takes his mouth off of my tit and goes on about the task of getting the rest of my clothes off.
I kick off my shoes as he tugs down my drawers.
He can see the wet patch in the front of my pink panties and he knows how horny I am for him all over again.
I stick my legs up in the air and giggle as he pulls my pants and panties over my ankles and feet.
I point my toes when he does this. My legs look very shapely and I know I am a desirable woman by anybody's standards.
I wiggle my toes playfully in the air and I know my Daddy is staring at my tight little cunt, covered with a tiny patch of black pubic hair.
The lips of that cunt are pink and swollen and protrude way out.
My clit is erect and looks like a lovely little bud preparing to flower. My Daddy can't take his eyes off that cunt which he had deflowered only earlier in the day. The head of his cock throbs as he looks at it, and his tongue shoots out of his mouth and quickly wets his dry lips.
But that is not the hole he will be fucking in this field.
His target for the afternoon is the tiny anus which rests just below it.
He can see that hole also as I lie on the blanket with my legs sticking straight up in the air, my weight resting on the small of my back.
My toes are still pointed and I am the picture of cute sexuality.
He runs his big strong hands over the backs of my legs, paying special attention to the sensitive tissue behind my knees.
"You have such a lovely body."
"Thank you Daddy."
"I am proud to be part of creating such a beauty."
"Oooh, you certainly do know how to flatter a girl!"
As his hands work slowly down the backs of my legs I part them, still pointing them toward the sky.
I make my shapely legs into a big vee, my cunt and asshole still exposed.
His hands are on the insides of my thighs now where the skin is hyper-sensitive.
He is creeping ever closer to the magic spot where my legs meet.
That is where the center of my pleasure is and that is his goal.
Then the tips of his fingers touch the oozing flesh inside my honey pot and I gasp with ecstasy. His fingers are getting wet inside my pussy.
He gets three fingers up inside my cunt and works them in and out as he massages my clitoris with his thumb.
With his other hand he is spreading the cheeks of my ass and exploring the area inside the crack.
He finds my asshole with his middle finger and teases the soft flesh there.
He begins to insert his finger into my ass, but I put my hand on his wrist to stop him.
"I want your cock to be the first thing to ever go up there," I say.
He nods that he understands and keeps working at the sopping wet slash above my asshole. He centers his attention on my cunt.
"Let's do sixty-nine!" I suggest, my voice strained with the pleasure I am feeling down below.
"Where did a little girl like you ever hear an expression like that?" my Daddy asks me, arching an eyebrow.
"I read it in a book," I say with a little girl giggle.
"Okay, we'll do sixty-nine," he says with a loving smile.
I can tell he likes the idea just as much as I do.
Since I am already on my back he climbs on top of me, placing his face snugly against my boiling cunt.
His thick cock and his ball are in my face and I begin to shower them with enthusiastic kisses.
I can feel his long talented tongue parting the lips of my cunt and exploring the wondrous fold of flesh inside.
I run my tongue slowly up the entire length of my Daddy's cock, stopping at the sensitive spot just below the head to flick my tongue back and forth.
He is very hairy down there and I decide I will always go for hairy men.
Now I take his cock into my mouth and I suck on it just as if I had been sucking cock for many years.
My mouth is soft and gentle, and I can hear my Daddy's moans, muffled by my crotch.
His tongue has now found my hard clitoris and he is pressing down hard on it.
My hips squirm as I can feel myself approaching yet another orgasm.
My body explodes with joy and I buck so hard I almost forget to hide my teeth with my lips. For a second I almost bite my Daddy's cock, but I soon regain my composure and continue sucking him with gusto.
I hold his dangling balls in the palm of my hand and thrust his cock deep down into my throat.
For the second time his come goes shooting down my throat and I swallow it all up.
My Daddy gets up off of me and turns around so that our heads are pointing in the same direction.
We kiss passionately once again, our tongues having a friendly battle inside of our hungry mouths.
Our hands roam gloriously over each other's body as we quickly re-achieve a high pitch of lust.
I know it is time for my Daddy to fuck me in the ass and I can feel my tight asshole tingle as I think of it.
I pull away from him and get on my hands and knees. I put my knees very far apart so it will be easier to enter me.
"Fuck me in the ass now, Daddy. I can't wait any longer. I want you to fill my bowels completely!"
My voice is excited and I sound very much like the little girl in pig-tails whose ass my Daddy is about to fuck.
"Okay my little Princess," Daddy says lovingly. "I will be very slow and gentle so it won't hurt much."
"I know you will."
I can feel his hands running smooth across my shiny back. The skin is glistening with my passionate sweat.
He runs a single finger down the course of my spine, pressing lightly on the little bumps in my back.
His hands reach around my torso so that he can feel my firm tits one more time before entering me.
He gives them a little squeeze and lightly pinches my nipple, making them even harder than they were before.
Then he moves his hands to my ass cheeks which he delicately pulls apart so he can get at my asshole.
I can feel the huge throbbing head of his thick cock probing the area between my ass cheeks.
God, how do I express the total desire and need I held within me as my Daddy prepared to fuck me in the ass.
All I could think about was my aching asshole and how much I needed to be stretched and filled there.
Tins was the only cherry left to pop and my Daddy was about to take care of that with his new erection.
The head is directly over the hole now and he is starting to push forward with his slim muscular hips.
The pressure is slow and steady and I can feel my asshole magically open to allow him inside.
The asshole stretched open wide.
This caused me a great deal of pain.
But there was pleasure in the pain.
I cannot be fully a woman until I have been fucked in all of my holes.
Daddy starts to grunt with pleasure as he watches the head of his cock disappear into my hungry anus.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the shaft of his cock is pushed into my throbbing aching bowels.
I need to be fucked this way more than I need anything else in the world. I need to feel him all the way up in me.
And I will not have to wait for that moment much longer.
The pleasure becomes increasingly more intense as each inch of thick cock is pushed up my asshole.
Finally, after a slow and agonizing process, he is all the way in.
I wonder if he has ever fucked my mother this way, but from the gentle manner in which he entered me, I Figure he has.
Many times.
"Oh, Daddy, it feels so good!" I scream in ecstasy.
Just as slowly as he first entered me, he now draws his cock back.
The part of my bowels that is vacated yearns to be filled again.
He pulls himself out until just the head of his cock remains inside.
Then with a furious thrust of his hips he plunges back into me.
I throw back my head and arch my back with the joy this gives me.
He starts to fuck me slowly, in and out, with a steady-movement of his hips.
I move my hips along with him to help the fucking motion.
As the sex act proceeds the action picks up its pace.
Soon he is fucking me in the ass wildly, driving his cock all the way up my ass with each thrust of his strong hips.
"Oh Daddy! You are going to make me come by fucking me this way."
"You are quite a woman if you can climax while being fucked in the ass!"
I know that it is all true.
I am quite a woman indeed!
And my Daddy is the one who is teaching me how to do it all!
The pleasure I feel while being fucked this way is deep and rich and there is a strange center to it deep up inside of me.
It is from this magical internal point that my orgasm is centered.
That spot explodes and I have a terrific orgasm. What a come!
At the same time my Daddy shoots thick spurts of semen, filling my bowels with his silver seed.
I can feel my bowels fill with his come. I know the fuck is over.
Daddy pulls his slackening cock out of my asshole and we lie close together on the blanket cooing in each other's ears and letting our hand roam freely over each other's bodies.
The after-glow is all part of the sex and we enjoy it the same way we enjoy our orgasms.
This is how my fantasy ends, with my Daddy and I basking in the sun.
When I come back to reality my hand is near my ass, and I can tell by the hum in my bowels that I have been finger-fucking my ass while dreaming.
I hold my fingers up to my nose and I can tell where they have been by the rich, musky odor on them.
I feel a little embarrassed at getting off so severely while daydreaming about my father.
But I know it is all harmless.
If I can't get off with the boys who are my own age, I have to dream about older men.
And what better choice than my own father.
Didn't my daddy teach me everything that I know.
Didn't he answer all my questions, and soothe all my fears.
After all: Father knows best!
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NEXT-DOOR LOVERS
My name is Sandy Klokis and I am a housewife. I am thirty years old and you might say my life is boring.
My husband Joe is away a lot on business trips here or there, or a convention, or something.
The point is he isn't home a lot so I get to spend a lot of time by myself just daydreaming about the way things could have been.
I have begun to think of myself as a plain jane who can slip through life completely unnoticed.
When I walk down the street I never hear men whistle at me.
I'm not even the sort of person that people like to talk to on elevators.
I envy those blonde bombshells who can't leave there house and walk down the street without some horny guy hanging out the window of a passing automobile with his tongue flapping down by his chin.
I get up every morning and make breakfast for my husband Joe, if he's home.
Sometimes I go to a lot of work making breakfast for him and he gets out of the shower, tells me he is in a hurry, gulps a cup of coffee, and runs out the door, without so much as kissing me good-bye.
His breakfast sits on the dining room table and gets cold.
I just stare at the food and it takes me a long time to clean up.
It seems like every time I try to do something nice I get kicked in the teeth.
There doesn't seem to be much point to life anymore so I have decided to just live my life out as peacefully as possible and try to avoid pain.
Life wasn't always like this of course. When I went to college I was the captain of the cheerleading squad.
All of the football players and basketball players would look at me and I could see the fiery lust in their eyes.
With my shiny chestnut colored hair, and my long curvy legs, I looked-very sexy wielding a pair of pom-poms.
But those days are over forever and I have slipped into lethargy.
The shine has gone out of my red hair and it hangs limp over my shoulders.
My breasts have always been very large, but now there is a sag to them, and I have discovered what a bra is for.
In college, that particular piece of clothing seemed silly to me.
My tits stuck straight out and I saw no need for support.
Some days I don't even put my clothes on anymore.
I pad around the house, without any lights on, in just my bathrobe and my slippers.
Joe and I don't have any children and maybe that's part of the problem.
Taking care of a child would have perked me up and made me feel alive.
But Joe found out he was sterile less than a year after we were married.
I suggested we should adopt a child but Joe wouldn't hear of it.
He said you never know what you are going to get when you adopt.
He's afraid of a bad gene pool or something. He doesn't want a kid running around the house not knowing who his real parents are.
I guess he's frustrated that he can't make a baby of his own and he's taking it out on me by not allowing an adopted child in the house.
We have been married for eight years and eighty percent of our sex life was crammed into the first year.
The second Joe found out he was sterile he figured he wasn't a real man and lost interest in making love to me.
I am at the peak of my sexual desire now and Joe shows no more interest in me as a woman than if I was a leper.
I get so frustrated sometimes, and the ache in my loins gets so bad, I want to scream out loud for someone to fuck me.
I want to walk the streets and grab the first handsome guy I see, take him home, and have him fuck me until I can't walk.
I want to be fucked in the cunt, in the ass, I don't care, as long as a stiff cock is inside me.
It's been so long since I've felt a prick slip into me I've sort of forgotten how nice that can be.
I have thought about going out and getting a job, but the idea scares the shit out of me. I'm chickenshit.
You see, I have never had a job before. Not in my whole life.
I went to high school, then I went to college, then I got married.
I did these things with no breaks in between. I didn't have to work during summer vacations because my folks had enough money to give me a plentiful allowance.
Now I'm so insecure about working out there in the real world I feel a sense of panic the second I step out the door.
I have no idea what my qualifications are. I don't know what I can do.
I have a B.A. in Fine Arts. Whoopie! That won't pay the rent.
So I try to keep the house as clean as I can and I spend my afternoons watching soap operas.
All of my friends are fictional characters in the midst of heart-rendering conflicts of jealousy and lust.
Their problems become my problems. Their lives seem so much more exciting than mine,, I would surely trade places with them, despite the turmoil and anguish they go through. I'm crazy, huh?
When the soap operas are over and the game shows come on television I move my chair over to the window and watch the next-door neighbors.
Now they are exciting beautiful people with class and imagination.
Talk about class! You should see the folks next-door.
They are the Bensons, and I guess they couldn't have been picked to be more different than me.
Carly Benson is an established popular music singer and her husband Mark Benson is a record producer.
They have two sports cars parked in the driveway.
A red Alpha-Romeo for him, a white MG for her. We're talking style here!
If genius scientists ever learn how to perfect cloning and decide to create the perfect society they will probably use the Bensons as their models.
Mark is tall, muscular, and has a perfect athletic build.
He has nicely styled blonde hair and crystal clear blue eyes. (I know this because I watch them sometimes with binoculars.)
He always wears the finest tailored clothes and I can tell by the large bulge in the front of his tight pants that Carly is getting more than she could have asked for when she crawls into bed with him at night.
She has long blonde hair also and it hangs down straight to the middle of her back.
I suspect they are both Scandinavian in origin.
Somewhere, way back in time, they were related, the common link no doubt being a well-hung Viking.
Carly's tits are something else. They are huge and stick way out in front of her.
The girl has a profile that cannot be believed. Really.
I've never considered myself a lesbian, but I have to admit that when I look at Carly the juices inside of my cunt really start to flow.
I guess it's because I'm so horny and I haven't had real sex in such a long time.
Carly is such a sexual animal, I believe she could get a rise out of a nun.
She is always wearing skin-tight white designer jeans that show off her delicious round ass.
They have two gorgeous children, two little tow-headed boys, and a collie named Snickers. Even the dog is perfect.
The dog's shit comes out of his asshole wrapped in cellophane.
It doesn't take very much to make me have an orgasm anymore.
I can just look out the window as the Bensons work in the back-yard or walk out to one of their sports cars, flick my finger across my clit a few times and BANG! I come like a rocket ship blasting off for the moon.
But this too has become boring. I have masturbated so much in the past five years that I have become very good at it, and I try to make my lust last for as long as possible before I allow myself orgasm.
So I invent wild and imaginative stories to help me along with my masturbation.
The crazier and nuttier the fantasy the larger my orgasm is when it finally arrives.
Sometimes I will make myself come up to twenty times in a single session.
I have a variety of dildos hidden away in my closet for these sessions and I always try to act out all of the parts as I tell myself dirty stories.
Naturally my fantasies all involve the Bensons since they are so immediate and close to the front of my mind.
Before I masturbate I slowly take off my bathrobe and slippers, maybe letting my fingers brush against my breasts a little as I do so.
I carelessly kick off my slippers and walk around the house a little bit stark naked like the day I was born.
I begin to feel younger and more alive the second I am naked.
I feel free, like clothes were a silly invention in the first place.
Here in Southern California we seldom need protection from the weather and I see no reason why the state can't become the world's largest nudest colony.
I digress.
When I am naked I feel like a wild and untamed animal.
I am in total control of my fate and those who see me immediately notice just what a sexy woman I am.
Then I take a long hot shower which relaxes me and helps get me in the mood for a great session of jacking-off.
I spend a lot of time washing my cunt, my ass and my breasts. This feels very good and helps to get the juices flowing.
I never touch my clit in the shower because this would cause me to come right away and I don't want to waste any of the pleasure before the session has begun. I want to save it all up, store it inside, so I can release it with maximum force.
I towel myself off and perfume and powder my body.
I pretend I am preparing myself for a great lover or lovers.
I am preparing myself for men and women of discerning sexual tastes.
I must be perfect because their taste are the most distinguished in the field.
Sometimes during my sexual fantasy my anger toward my husband come out in shocking ways.
My ire toward his rejection of my sexuality manifests itself in ways that make me ashamed to think about them when I am not masturbating.
But I do not contrive my daydreams, I let them flow out like my cunt juices.
They are pure stream of consciousness, directed by my growing passion.
When I am dry, powdered and perfumed I go to my bed (Joe and I no longer sleep together) and I lie down on top of the covers.
I spread my legs open so my large cunt lips part a little.
I raise my knees up in the air and feel the air on my cunt.
It feels so good to be naked and open like that. I allow myself to pinch my nipples and I can feel the pleasure impulses travelling through my body, directly to my clit, which throbs in reaction and yearns for me to touch it.
The fantasy begins. This is how it goes:
I am vacuuming the living room rug on an average weekday.
As is so often the case in Southern California, there isn't a cloud in the sky and the air is filled with a dry heat.
The smog is gone and for the first time in weeks the people in the area can breath comfortably.
I am wearing my bathrobe and my slippers and I am working very happily, whistling as I move the vacuum cleaner over the shag rug, watching the powerful sucking draw the dust and lint up out of the rug deep into the bowels of the machine.
I have a great idea.
I take the brushed nozzle off the end of the sucking tube and lay down on the rug.
I undo the terrycloth belt to my robe so it will fall open.
I spread my legs and turn the vacuum cleaner tube around so it is facing my open cunt.
I lay it on the rug between my thighs and slowly inch it up toward my crotch.
I can already feel the sucking and my cunt starts to lubricate itself.
The machine whines hysterically as it approaches the open lips of my pussy.
It is as if the machine has a mind of its own and is capable of experiencing lust.
I can tell the vacuum cleaner is as horny as I am.
Finally the open tube gets close enough to my cunt that it sucks its way tight against my clitoris.
The sucking is very powerful and I feel as if my whole quim is about to be drawn inside the yearning machine.
The pleasure I feel is incredible! No human could suck on my clit with such verve and gusto.
My cunt has become a flood with juices and I am helpless with lust.
I lay there throwing my head from side to side, my chestnut hair whipping about and falling over my face.
I buck my hips up and down as the machine tries to suck an orgasm out of me.
And it succeed! I come buckets and the vacuum cleaner sucks all of my juices up and into its mysterious depths.
I have to pull hard on the tube to get it off of my cunt but I manage with one hard yank on the metal suck machine.
Just then there is a knock on the door.
My forehead is covered with sweat and my face is red with the flush of orgasm.
I quickly turn the machine off and redo the belt to my bathrobe and go to see who is at the door.
When I open the door I am pleased and shocked to see Carly Benson standing there with one hand on her hip and the other holding an empty measuring cup.
"Mrs. Klokis, I was wondering if I could borrow a cup of sugar," she says arching an eyebrow.
The woman is filled with so much self-control and confidence it is impossible to treat her with anything but respect.
She is wearing her tight white pants which show off the lips of her vagina, they are so tight in the crotch.
Her long blonde hair is freshly brushed and shines in the hot California sun.
Her skin is bronzed and tanned and her face is fresh and appealing.
She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and I can feel my freshly ravaged cunt throbbing again as I look at her.
I am embarrassed for a moment about my shoddy appearance.
I tighten the belt around the waist of my bathrobe and run my fingers through my hair a couple of times.
"Of course, come in," I say sweetly. There is a strange look in her eyes which leads me to believe she has paid this visit for more than just a cup of sugar.
After all, we have lived next to each other for a long time and this is her first visit to my home.
Carly Benson strides into my living room with her long legs. She is wearing open-toed spike high heels.
Both her toenails and her fingernails are painted bright red.
"Actually," she says in that familiar voice (I have heard all of her records many times including the one she recorded live and introduces the songs herself). "I don't need sugar at all. I just figured it was time we got to know each other better. After all, we are neighbors."
"In that case call me Sandy," I say, smiling pleasantly. "And please have a seat."
I gesture toward the sofa but she sits in an over-stuffed easy-chair instead.
She crosses her legs slowly and seductively and I am thinking she must be the sexiest being in the world.
I want her so much but she is a star and I am just a housewife.
I have no idea how to go about approaching her with such a topic.
"Would you like a drink?" I ask her.
"Will you join me, Sandy?"
"Yes, I think I will. I don't have company very often. Please excuse me for not being dressed, I was doing the housework."
"It must be nice. Not having much company, I mean."
"Yeah, it's usually pretty quiet around here."
"Yeah, it's nice to have a moment's peace. There are always people running in and out of our house. It's a madhouse. Sometimes I think Mark knows the whole state of California and half of Nevada too."
"Yes I know " I say. "I see the cars coming in and out of your driveway."
Carly sighs.
I fix a couple of drinks. "Scotch okay?"
"Fine."
I hand her her drink and sit down on the sofa facing her.
She is looking at the vacuum cleaner and then she is looking at my flushed face and she gets an amused expression on her face.
"Have you been doing something naughty while doing your house work, Sandy?" she says turning up the corner of her mouth in a knowing smile.
I blush and my face even gets redder.
"I'll leave if I'm interrupting something," she says and takes a sip of her drink. She makes no move, to get up.
"Oh no, please don't go. I get so lonely here in the house all alone. Joe is away on business like usual and I'm pretty sick and tired of listening to myself think. My vacuum cleaner is my closest friend. Isn't that sad."
I laugh a little pathetic laugh at my own testimonial.
Carly gets up off the easy chair and walks across the room toward me.
This moment is frozen for a long time and she moves in slow motion.
Her movement is like the finest poetry. She is symmetric and in tune with nature.
She is a wild animal at that point, coming to get me.
Her hair moves gracefully from side to side as she walks, swinging behind her.
Her hips move like a pendulum. She is so much a woman!
She sits down next to me on the sofa so close that the side of her leg is pressed against mine.
She puts her hand on my knee and squeezes a little bit.
"Your vacuum cleaner doesn't have to be your best friend anymore," she says, a raw note of passion crackling like electricity in her voice. "I am here."
"But you are a famous woman, married to a real hunk of a man. What do you want with a ragged old housewife like me?"
"Sandy, the moment I looked at you I could tell that you were a sexy woman. You are a very sensuous gentle woman. The sort of woman that could give me much pleasure."
I can feel my clitoris stand up and perk its ears as she says this.
"And," she continues. "Please pardon my saying so, you are a very frustrated woman also, and you are badly in the need of love."
"I don't want you to love me because you feel sorry for me," I say, taking a sip of my own scotch and water, feeling the top ice cube press cold against my upper Up.
"Don't underestimate yourself," she says, moving her hand a little up my leg. The bathrobe is still covering my leg and I feel like tearing it open so she can see my nude body but I know I have to remain cool. "I am much too selfish for that. I want to make love to you because I can see in your eyes that you hold the kind of lust inside of you that can really please me. It is a pent up lust, a lust that is yearning to raise it's passionate head."
"But what about your husband? Surely he satisfies you sexually."
"Don't let yourself be deceived by his good looks. He is a very busy man and he has to take a lot of speed just to get through an average work day. When he comes home and crawls into bed with me he is always too tired to do anything but kiss me good night. I am lucky if I can get laid once a month.' My eyes become wide with amazement. I had just assumed that two such beautiful people would naturally have a great sex life.
"Sometimes I wish that Mark would take his whole record producing business and shove it up his ass. I have to spend so much time taking care of the kids, trying to be a good mother despite my own busy schedule and he treats me like a non-person."
"I can see that we have more in common than I might have expected."
"We need each other."
Carly raises her long-fingered hand to her face and brush a long thread of golden hair away.
She moves her head toward me slowly and I know she is about to kiss me.
I move my head forward also. I put my hand behind her neck, feeling her silky hair on my fingertips.
Her lips meet mine and my whole crotch seems to jump. This act is so gentle and delicate yet it gets the same powerful response as the violent sucking tube of the noisy vacuum cleaner.
Our lips part and our tongues meet at the tip. Everything is in slow motion and in soft focus.
Her tongue is sweet and I can taste a little scotch on it.
Our passion quickly swells and we are rolling our neglected tongues over each other's.
Carly's fingers fumble with the knot in the belt to my bathrobe.
Finally she gets it undone and my bathrobe falls open.
My tits are bare now and the nipples are standing erect.
"You have such big tits," Carly says, licking her lips as she looks at them.
"You have a nice pair of boobs yourself," I say, and giggle at the way I am talking. It feels so strange to hear words like that coming out of my mundane mouth.
Carly kisses my neck, letting her tongue flick against the smooth skin there.
She kisses me on the ear and I feel the warm wet breath. It makes me get goose bumps all over my body.
She sticks her tongue in my ear and a new rush of pleasure hits me.
Then she nibbles a little on my ear-lobe and I can feel her straight white teeth biting into that hunk of flesh until it hurts a little bit.
But there is pleasure in the pain and I sigh luxuriously.
Carly's hand reaches down and pulls my bathrobe all the way open.
She slowly and confidently lets her eyes roam over my body.
I can tell by her labored breathing that she thinks I am very sexy.
"Stand up so I can slip this robe off of you," she says in a voice that is dripping pure honey.
I stand up and the room is spinning around me. It is as if the world is filled with dry ice and there is a fog rising up from our feet.
We are on cloud nine. A big fluffy cloud that will make the perfect bed.
She slips the robe over my shoulders and lets in fall to the floor in a heap.
I am standing in front of her totally naked now.
Once again she slowly looks up and down my body, stopping to look at the neatly trimmed chestnut colored bush that grows above my aching cunt.
My pink labia are very swollen and stick out so far they are plainly visible.
"You are beautiful, Sandy," she says, her voice oozing lust. "I want to make glorious love to you now."
I am in too much awe of her to speak. I nod that I understand and allow her to remain the aggressor.
She begins to kiss me on the front of the neck and her hands run flat up and down my back.
Her mouth is getting closer to the top of my round tits as her hands sweep over my kidneys and find the top of the crack of my ass.
She begins to kiss the soft flesh of my tits as she allows a single finger to work between my buttocks.
She gets on her knees in front of me and begins to flick her tongue back and forth across my hyper-sensitive nipples.
She has one hand on either of my buttocks and she is kneading the flesh with great love and affection.
She pulls the cheeks of my ass apart and I can feel a cool breeze sweeping up between them making my asshole tingle.
She has my right nipple in her mouth and she is sucking on it slowly.
Everything feels so good and so right. I am so horny and I am being attended to so perfectly.
Carly is now sucking one nipple while squeezing the other tit with the palm of her hand.
I can't take it any longer. I have to see Carly's body nude!
"Stop for a moment and take off your clothes, Carly. It seems silly that we should be doing this while only one of us is naked."
Carly is quite a performer and she puts on a little show for me as she slowly undresses.
Strip-tease music magically starts to play and fills the house. She pulls her shirt off over her head and she is wearing no bra.
I know she is the type that doesn't know what a bra is for.
Her nipples are very large and stick way out. I can't wait to get those tits in my hands and mouth.
I can't wait to feel her soft flesh rubbing gently across my lips.
To my amazement she is not wearing any underwear either. Her pants are so tight she has to wiggle that supple ass of hers seductively to get them down. Her crotch is covered with the cutest little patch of golden hair I have ever seen.
"It's a good thing I took off my pants," Carly said with a big smile. "I was about to stain the front of them."
I laugh. I know exactly what she means. My cunt also gets very wet when I am sexually aroused.
She leaves her open-toed spike high heels on and they make her ankles and her legs look scrumptious.
I want to suck on every part of her. I even want to suck on her toes.
She strides back over to me and I stand to greet her.
We are just about the same height and our legs are the same length so that when we hug we look just like mirror images of each other except I am darker.
Our tits are pressed flat against each other and our hips grind against each other.
I can feel the soft little pubic hair rubbing against my own.
Our cunt juices are totally out of control now and they stream down our smooth thighs, making them wet and shiny.
I take one of Carly's big tits in my hand and I give it a little squeeze.
My God! She is horny!
That small action makes her groan and throw back her head with passion.
Her tits are so big they make my hand look very small when I touch them.
I have to taste them J lower my head and take one of her nipples into my mouth.
Her nipples are so big I have to open my lips as far as they will go to completely cover the red circle of delight.
She has her hand on the back of my neck and she is pushing my face into her bosom.
She is urging me to suck on her tit harder. I respond and suck on that thing as hard as I can, feeling my clitoris throb at this intimate contact.
I fall to my knees in front of her and I bury my nose in her cunt.
I inhale deeply through my nose so I can smell the rich musky odor of her ultimate womanhood.
She moves her feet still in her high heels, far apart on the rug, so that the lips of her cunt come apart. The odor gets richer when she does this.
I get my first good look at that gorgeous cunt of hers.
I stick my ,tongue out and lightly run in over her labia.
"Oh yes, Sandy. Eat me out. Eat me out until I come."
I can tell it won't be very hard at all to make this sweet blonde have an orgasm.
She is rapidly approaching the peak of her lusty pleasure.
I plunge my tongue deep into her cunt and she thrusts her hips forward to assist in this penetration.
I work my tongue in and out of her cunt, fucking her pussy with my tongue.
She tastes so sweet and good down there I have to lap up and drink all of her cunt juices as they flow out of her pussy.
Her pubic hair is soaking wet with a combination of natural lubrication, my saliva and her sweat.
Indeed, her whole body is now covered with a thin layer of perspiration and her bronze skin is shiny like a weight lifter recently oiled.
I use the flat part of my tongue to lick with long strokes the entire length of her open wound.
I start each stroke at her asshole and end it at her erect clitoris.
Each time my tongue strikes her clit she lets out a sharp cry of passion.
Then I work exclusively on her clit. I am holding her by her round firm buttocks and I am squeezing her so hard there that my nails are sinking into the tender flesh of her ass cheeks.
She is moving her hips around and pleading for me to lick her clit.
I flick my tongue over her clit very lightly at first, then with increasing speed and pressure.
Her breath is very labored now and she has become a wild woman in front of me.
Her groans of lust are becoming fevered and I know that she is on the verge of a tremendous explosive orgasm.
I can feel my own clit twitch as I hear her approach climax.
I press the tip of my tongue down hard on her love button and her whole body bucks convulsively.
Then I put my full lips over her clitoris and suck it up into my mouth, allowing my tongue to continue rolling over it.
She has a terrific orgasm and lets out a scream that sounds like she is in horrible agony.
I pull my mouth away and my face is covered with her cunt juices.
I lick my lips and enjoy the taste of her on them.
She does not seem to calm down at all after her orgasm and immediately regains control of the situation.
"I want you to sit in the easy chair and raise your legs up in the air," she says, her voice skipping a beat as she speaks.
I do exactly as I am told. If it means being loved by this luscious blonde I will do anything.
I sit in the chair and raise my legs up so they are pointing towards the ceiling.
I spread them apart and point my toes. She can now see my asshole and the spread depths of my pussy.
I reach down and pull the lips of my cunt further apart so she can see the yearning bud of my clit sticking out of the top.
She kneels in front of the chair and runs her hands up and down the backs of my long curvy legs.
She has her face very close to my open cunt and I can feel her hot breath on my stiff clitoris.
She sticks a single finger up my pussy hole and lowers her head so she can lick my clitoris. She works that finger in and out rapidly as she tlicks her tongue back and forth across my hot love button.
She decides that one finger isn't enough and joins it with two others. She finger fucks me with the three fingers lying side by side.
This action is driving me nuts. Her hand works faster than any cock ever could. The stimulation is intense and I can feel myself approaching my own explosive come!
Still finger fucking me with the three fingers on her right hand she takes one finger from her left hand and teases my exposed asshole.
She fingers that tiny little hole seductively then slips it inside.
I let out a long scream as I feel the penetration in both of my holes at the same time. It's the best thing I have ever felt.
That, combined with her long pink tongue lapping hungrily at my clitoris, I come like a hundred sticks of TNT and splash her beautiful face with my cunt cream.
She pulls her head away and smiles up at me with my juices dripping off of her smooth chin.
Her hand is soaking wet with my lubrication so she thrusts it into her mouth so she can have an extra taste of me.
Then she pulls her finger out of my asshole and puts that in her mouth also.
Wow! She is sucking the scum from my asshole. That really turns me on and I am horny all over again.
Then there is a loud knock at the door.
There is a moment of panic in the living room as the two of us don't know what to do.
I look out the window and I see Joe's car parked in the driveway.
He has come home early from his business trip and he has caught me red-handed with the neighbor's wife!
"It's my husband! What am I going to do?" I say, the anxiety etched int o my voice. I am scared and nervous and I can't relax.
"Calm down," Carly says. "There's no reason to panic. He's the reason you are doing this is the first place. If it wasn't for his inability to please you, you wouldn't be with me right now."
I listen carefully to Carly's words and I know they are all true.
"You are correct," I say, pointing my chin up and holding my head up high. "I'm not only going to stand up to him. I'm going to give him exactly what he deserves!"
"Atta girl!"
I stride to the door and open it wide. I love the expression on Joe's face when he sees me standing there stark naked in front of him with the neighbor's wife behind me nude also.
He is totally shocked and amazed by what he sees.
His mouth just falls open and he gapes at us like he has just gotten a hard boot to his soft underbelly.
"Well, dear," I hiss at him. "Isn't this a pleasant surprise. You have come home early. As you can see I am entertaining Carly this afternoon and you are just in time to join in the fun."
Finally he gets his head together enough to utter a few words.
"What the hell have you girls been doing?" he says, his eyes wide and unblinking.
For a moment I think he is going to have a stroke on the spot.
I think it is ridiculously obvious what we have been doing and I throw back my head and laugh at him.
After all, we are both nude, our faces are flushed with the passion we have laid out so beautifully for one another, and the whole room reeks of our collective cunt juices. It smells like an evil den of sin.
And that is just what it is about to become!
"Why dear," I say with false affection in my voice. "We were just having a little party."
I grab him hard by the crotch of his pants and pull him into the living room. He is a jellyfish, totally pliable and I know I can make him do anything I want.
It is true. Joe is not a real man. Not because he is unable to make babies, but because he doesn't have the backbone to admit to his own sexuality.
I can tell now what the truth about him is now. I can see that he needs to be totally dominated to get into sex.
As a sex-slave he will find his niche in my sexual domain!
"The best part about this little party," I say, my voice deep as I gain control of the situation. "Is that you are invited."
"I'm not sure I understand," he stammers. He is so weak and confused I know I must use and abuse him in the worst way.
"Don't worry dear," I say, continuing to clutch him by the crotch of his pants. "It will all be made clear to you in time."
He is like a zombie now and I lead him to the center of the room, where he stands frightened and sweating.
Carly and I circle around him slowly, letting our eyes work up and down his body with disgust.
We are like two tigresses circling our prey cruelly!
"What do you think we should do with this scum?" I say with a sneer. I walk up close to him and sniff a little at his head. "He even smells like scum!"
"Why don't we show him what being a man is all about," she says playfully with a small giggle.
"I think that is a good idea. We will show him what men are for. Their sole purpose on earth is to tend to the needs of women. We are the superior animals on this planet and we need to be served by the inferior males that circulate among us."
Carly and I laugh. We are enjoying our little game at the expense of my spineless husband.
Joe is a non-being at this point, just standing there waiting for further instructions.
"Slave, I want you to take off your clothes so we can see what a disgusting animal you are," I say with my hands on my hips and my head cocked to one side.
Joe moves as if in a trance. He slowly takes off all of his clothes and stands naked in front of us.
His cock is long and thick but it hangs limp between his legs like so many pounds of dead meat.
"You would think a real man would be able to at least get a hard-on when in the company of two such extraordinarily beautiful naked women. This animal must be especially pathetic!" Carly speaks so fiercely that small balls of saliva spray out of her mouth and strike Joe on the face.
He is such a worm he doesn't even know enough to wipe her spit off of his face.
"The only thing that can get this mother-loving cuntsucking douche-drinker to have an erection is to cause him a great deal of pain," I say. "We must torture our slave and teach him how to become sexually aroused."
"I see what you mean," Carly muses. "What method shall we use to administer the divine torture?"
I put my hand on my chin and think about this for a moment.
"Since this is not a man, but a small child in dire need of discipline, we must spank him because he has been a very naughty boy."
Carly arches an eyebrow and I can tell she approves completely with my suggestion.
I can feel a fresh flow of cunt juices starting to swirl inside my still swollen cunt as I think of spanking this naughty little boy.
My husband!
My sex slave!
"Get on your hand and knees slave!" I command and Joe immediately gets down on all fours in the middle of the living room.
His face is innocent and willing. He wants to be our slave as much as we want to have total mastery over him.
"Stick your ass up in the air so we can have a good target. I wouldn't want to miss and hit your balls!"
Not that his balls have ever done me any good. His impotence has been a source of much grief for me and it is about time he learned a lesson.
He has been very naughty by not fucking me for all of these years and he deserves the punishment he is about to get.
Not only that but he knows he deserves it! He relishes the idea of being caused pain by two naked beautiful women.
He has been wracked with intense guilt for many years because he didn't feel worthy to be my lover and now has come he opportunity to have all of his guilt and tension purged.
Joe's ass is sticking way up in the air, and his face is pressed hard against the living room rug.
For the first time in many years I notice a movement in his cock and balls and I can tell he is on his way to having an erection.
It is the thought of punishment and humiliation that is turning him on!
I walk up behind him and rub the palm of my hand lightly over his hairy ass.
"You have always had a very nice ass," I say to him, curling up my upper lip into a sneer. "It's too bad you never let me have a piece of it."
I put one hand on either of his buttocks and I pulled them apart so savagely that I pulled the sensitive and hairy skin inside the crack.
I run a finger up and down the crack of his ass until the tip of my finger finds his tight little asshole.
Without so much as a tease I plunge that finger up his asshole all the way to the third knuckle.
I do not care if my long sharp fingernail tears his delicate flesh.
I am not concerned in any way about the pain that this causes my husband.
I know he deserves exactly what he is getting and that makes all of my actions as pure as the driven snow.
In Southern California driven snow means picking up your cocaine by limousine.
Joe screams out in pain as he is violated in that way. He has never had so much as a rectal thermometer up his ass before and all of these sensations are brand new to him.
I decide that one finger is not enough to cause the kind of agony I imagine. I must make a barrier of pain and then I must make him cross it.
I work three fingers side by side up his rectum, and I work them in and out, just as if he is being fucked up the ass by a big cock.
His whole body is lathered with bitter smelling sweat.
Carly places one of her spike high heel near the small of his back and lets her weight rest on it.
The sharp shoe digs into Joe's kidney area and adds to his excrutiating pain.
I fuck him violently with my fingers, adding a fouth finger so I am stretching the little ring of muscle around his rectum horribly.
Then I pull my fingers out and walk to the front of my husband so he can see the look of superiority and cruelty on my face.
I hold my fingers under his nose.
"Smell my fingers!" I scream at him. "I want you to smell what the inside of your asshole smells like!"
He sniffs at those fingers like a dog would sniff at a freshly laid turd.
I can tell he likes the smell and it makes his cock grow hard for the first time in many years.
"Now lick my fingers!" I scream at him, my voice loud and echoing across the room.
He lets a tentative tongue come out of his mouth and he touches it to the tips of my stinking fingers.
"Taste the scum from the inside of your ass!" I yell, and slap him soundly across the face to add to his humiliation.
He takes all of those fingers into his mouth and he sucks his own ass scum off of them with relish!
I can feel his tongue rolling over my fingers until they are fresh and clean. This is making me very horny and my hard bud of a clit is throbbing with the force of a thousand claps of thunder.
Carly presses down harder on Joe's back with her shoe, and laughs when he grunts in agony.
I return to the rear of my husband and I look down at his hairy ass sticking up in the air.
Without hesitation I slap him hard across the buttocks.
He winces as he feels the pain in his ass. He is as embarrassed as he is hurt.
"This is for all of those lonely nights alone!"
I smack him again across his ass, even harder than the first time.
The cheeks of his ass are now beet red from the abuse I am giving them.
"This is for all the times I had to jack-off because you weren't man enough to get your cock hard!"
SMACK! I wail on him once again. Tears are welling up in his eyes. He eyes become puddles which overflow and the tears roll down his cheeks, leaving lines of stain behind them.
I continue to strike my husband as hard as I can in the ass until his ass-cheeks become numb.
There is another knock at the door.
This time I am not at all concerned about who it might be.
Carly takes her foot off of my husband's back and goes to see who it is.
She opens the door totally nude. She is not the shy type.
It is her husband, Mark Benson, the famous record producer!
He has come to join the party. Now we can really have some fun.
"We are in the process of teaching Sandy's husband how to be a man," Carly explains to her blonde stud of a husband.
I glance over at him and I can see the enormous bulge in the front of his pants and I realize I am going to get a chance to see just how well-hung he is.
"I think you need a lesson along those lines also," Carly says to Mark with an evil hiss like a mad alley-cat. "You don't seem to realize that I am a sexually frustrated woman. I have to come over here to get love and affection from Sandy. It is about time you pay for the many nights I have spent with a tremendous ache in my loins knowing you are too strung out and tired to get your cock stiff. This will be the first time you have satisfied me in a long time, and you will do it with your screams of pain!" Bravo Carly!
She is just as much into being a dominatrix as I am, and she is going to go about torturing her own husband with the same gusto I have gone about disciplining mine.
Carly grabs Mark by the ear and twists on it like she is trying to pull it off.
He squeals like a pig in pain as she drags him into the center of the living room next to Joe.
His eyes are filled with horror as he sees the naked man on his hands and knees.
He knows what is about to happen to him and it fills his heart with fear.
"Take off your clothes, scumbag and get on your hands and knees next to Joe," Carly screams at Mark.
I hold my breath because I know I am going to get to see that thick rod of his soon.
I know I have never seen a cock that big before and I am really looking forward to it.
Mark moves with the same zombie-like motions as Joe had just a few moments before.
He slowly unbuttons his western style shirt until it is completely open.
He pulls it over his shoulders and I can see his broad muscular shoulders, and his bronze well tanned skin.
Now he is undoing his belt. He is nervous and his fingers fumble at first.
The anticipation is killing me and making my pussy flood with lubrication.
I have to see that cock or the ache in my clitoris is going to kill me.
His pants are so tight he has to peel them off slowly.
He, like his wife, does not bother wearing underwear.
And then I see it. Mark's dong! What a cock!
I am reminded of the skyscrapers in New York City when I look at Mark's penis.
He hangs almost all the way down to his knees.
I can only imagine what it looks like when it gets hard and angry.
I know I won't have to wait long to see that. Carly's punishment will get that prick up and ready to shoot come!
Mark is completely nude and he gets on his hands and knees next to Joe.
I love the sight of Mark's blonde bush above his long penis.
"Just to make it more interesting," Carly suggests with a twinkle in her eye. "Why don't you punish Mark and I'll punish Joe?"
"I think that's a good idea," I say.
You better believe I think that's a good idea. I feel like creaming just at the thought of touching Mark Benson's funky body.
I'm so glad that Carly suggested it too. I would have felt funny suggesting it myself but she has re leaved me of that burden.
I go into my bedroom and I get out the assortment of dildos and vibrators I have hidden away in my closet.
I spread them out on the sofa and let Carly look at them.
For a moment we ignore the two men. They will be receiving plenty of attention in just a few moments.
"You use dildos too," Carly says, her eyes opening wide and a big grin spreading across her face.
"Yes, I guess they are needed by women like us who can't get our husbands to give us the real thing."
"Why don't we show them how cold and impersonal a dildo can be?"
"That is a splendid idea. Why don't we take the two biggest ones and shove them right up the asses of our pig husbands?"
"Wonderful! I'll even bet they can get stiff and horny while being fucked up the ass with one of these rods."
"Of course it will cause them a great deal of pain to have their asshole cherries popped by women as cruel as us."
"But that is the price they will have to pay for the loneliness they have caused us."
We throw back our heads and laugh wildly, almost insanely.
Then we go about the task of choosing the perfect dildos for our husband's asses.
There are long ones, short ones, fat ones, and skinny ones.
There are some made out of hard rubber, some made out of varnished wood and one very special one made out of pure ivory.
Some are battery operated and some are not.
Every imaginable kind of dildo is laid out on the sofa for us to choose from.
I pick out a long ten inch vibrator, shaped like a missile that hums like a thousand beehives when turned on.
Carly chooses the ivory dildo because it is so white, so thick, so long, and so hard.
I walk over to Mark and I kiss him gently on the ass.
My hand is in my own pussy because I can't stand the aching anymore.
My fingers are wet from my own cunt juices as I lick Mark in the crack of his ass.
"Come on slave, get your ass up in the air, so I don't have to stoop so much to get at it!" I yell at Mark.
He thrusts his butt up in the air, pressing his face painfully into the floor of the living room.
"Now reach back with your hands and pulls the cheeks of your ass apart," I command Mark.
He lets out a small whimper of frustration and humiliation and reaches back with his hands.
He grabs himself by the buttocks and pulls them apart brutally.
I can tell by the way he does this that he is psyched over the punishment he is about to receive.
With his cheeks spread, I can see his tiny asshole, all puckered and pink.
It is surrounded by a cute little patch of golden curls.
I reach between his legs and hold his tremendous dangling balls in the palm of my tiny hand.
I squeeze his balls tightly, paying no attention to their sensitive nature.
He screams out in pain. I literally have him by the balls and I am not about to let go. The pleasure is mixing with the pain and the blood starts to pump into that thick phallus of his.
He is starting to get hard and he is awesome. His cock must be a foot long.
I can see now why Carly is so frustrated when he can't get it up.
I continue to squeeze his nuts while I run the tip of the vibrator slowly up and down the crack of his ass.
I want him to feel how big the dildo is.
I want him to think about how much it is going to hurt him.
I want him to think about the pain he is about to experience.
I want him to consider his asshole which is about to be torn open.
I want him to ponder the blood that is about to pour down his thighs.
I place the tip of the vibrator directly against his rectum.
He grits his teeth preparing for the penetration.
I begin to push on the vibrator and his muscles start to stretch.
He scream out in pain as the sharp end of the vibrator disappears inside his ass.
I push it into him slowly, taking a lot of time with my motions.
I want him to experience each inch as it enters him.
His sphincter is stretched as far as it will go by the thick shaft.
The tender skin there begins to crack and blood 'emerges.
The yellow hair around his asshole becomes stained red.
I push the dildo all the way into him so there is just enough sticking out so I can still hold on to it.
The control that turns the vibrator on are at the base of the rod so I still have control over that aspect.
I have not turned it on yet because I want to turn it on after it is all the way into him.
My fingers flick across my clit and I am pulling myself off as I watch the long rod sink even deeper into Mark's lovely bowels.
The moment is so sweet, so precious, and I am so horny and about to have another terrific orgasm!
God, how I come!
My pussy cream spills out of my open wound making my hand and upper arm soaking wet with my own natural juices.
Then I turn the vibrator on and it starts to hum very loud.
It is just as loud as the vacuum cleaner I used to masturbate with.
Mark really reacts when that thing starts humming.
He throws his head from side to side, and Starts banging his forehead against the floor. His body is now very slick with sweat and his cock is fully erect.
I am sure Carly won't mind if I do whatever I want to her husband.
In the past few hours we have become very good friends. Bosom buddies you might say.
I crawl between Mark's spread open legs, my hand still on the base of the vibrator.
I am on my back and I am looking up at that stiff gorgeous hunk of flesh.
I begin to move the vibrator in and out of Mark's asshole.
I fuck him violently in his nether eye with the vibrator until the agony is tremendous.
With my other hand I grab Mark around the stalk of his cock.
It is so big my fingers won't go all the way around it.
I wonder if I will be able to get that thing in my mouth.
I know I won't be able to rest easy until I give it a try.
I open my mouth as far as it will go and I can just barely fit the bulging purple head of Mark's long dong between my lips.
I suck on it, bite it and pull on it. He is so horny now he cannot distinguish between the pleasure and the pain and he groans from both as I sink my teeth into the thin sensitive skin.
Next to me Carly is shoving that thick long white ivory dildo in and out of Joe's asshole while sucking on his balls.
Joe has a hard-on also and he looks like he is going to blow his wad at any moment.
I can feel Mark's cock start to convulse and I can tell he is going to come at any moment.
I do not want to waste that orgasm.
Before he comes I want to feel that foot-long dong inside my aching pussy.
I leave the vibrator all the way up his ass, still humming away inside of him, and I crawl the rest of the way under him so his stiff prick is resting between my thighs.
I spread my legs open as wide as they will go and place the head of his cock between my pussy lips.
I do not allow him to enter me right away.
Instead I move his cock with my hand so that the very tip rubs against my clitoris. I get myself off once again doing this.
My pussy is so swollen and slippery I know I will have no problem taking all of Mark's cock inside of me.
I raise my hips and that thick prick starts to slide up my cunt hole.
How do I describe the feeling of that tremendous cock as it pierced my vagina.
How do I tell what it's like to be filled completely by an extraordinary man?
It is pure ecstasy, that's all there is to it.
I scream and scream with pleasure as his cock drives all the way into me, deep up into my womb.
I start to buck my hips upward violently so that thick shaft will move in and out of my. love tunnel.
"God, that cock feel so good inside of me!" I scream.
Carly has decided to take advantage of Joe's stiff cock also.
She has rolled him over on his back and she has mounted him from the top.
She is fucking him with all she's got, one arm above her head like a cowboy in the rodeo.
All four of us seem to come at the same time and the collective cries of joy make the windows rattle.
In our haste and passion, we have forgotten to close the front door.
The Benson's dog, Snicker, come running into the living room wagging his tail and hanging out his tongue.
His red cock is sticking out of its fur covering. Snicker is horny too!
Carly takes pity on the poor canine and decides to suck him off.
The dog rolls over on his back with his paws sticking up in the air.
Carly gets off of Joe and moves over to Snicker.
She lowers her head and begins to suck off the dog, who whimpers with gratitude.
Then the Bensons' two tow-headed boys come running into the living room chasing the dog and they are shocked by what they see.
Their mother is sucking off their pet while their father has his cock up the quim of the neighbor lady.
But this is my fantasy and the boys don't stay shocked for very long.
They get into it too and soon strip naked. Now the whole Benson family is here, naked and getting it on in my living room.
Everybody fucks everybody and my mundane little home turns into the scene of the wildest orgy imaginable.
I snap out of my dream and I am lying on my bed.
There is a large wet mark on the covers between my thighs where my cunt has over flown.
But my lust is insatiable and I immediately slip back into fantasy.
My fingers return to my swollen cunt and fresh shivers of pleasure start to run up and down my body.
There is so much untapped lust inside of me.
It seems a shame that I am the only lover I have.
I sink into my deep fantasy world once again. This time I am with Mark Benson alone. This is after the orgy in the living room and he and I have become very good friends.
He is my sex-slave and I am his mistress bitch! It is just the two of us in my bedroom.
He is standing next to the bed with his cock stiff and standing out in front of him.
It is amazing that that large hunk of meat can stay erect like that.
It seems to defy gravity the way it refuses to point downward.
"I want to suck you off, Mark," I say. "You must remain perfectly still and I don't want to hear a peep out of you even when you come."
I lay on my back across the bed with my head hanging over the edge.
I stretch back my head and take his big cock into my mouth.
In this fantasy my pussy is shaved clean of pubic hair.
With no hair there to get in the way my tender skin between my legs becomes even more sensitive to touch.
"I want you to run your hands over my body and finger my open cunt," I order Mark.
He knows better than to disobey me.
His asshole is still sore from when I ravaged it with the thick vibrator.
I feel his strong powerful hands running smoothly across my silky skin.
His hands are on my big tits and he is squeezing them deliciously.
My nipples are erect and I thrill at his fingers brushing against them.
I cannot move my head in this position so Mark has to move his hips back and forth for me to give him a proper blow-job.
I use my tongue expertly, rolling it over the purple head of his cock and he slides his long shaft in and out of my throat.
To my amazement he can get his whole cock down my throat.
The whole foot of meat slides down my throat causing me no discomfort.
All I have to do is concentrate on breathing through my nose. After that it's all so simple.
His hands now move farther down my body until his fingertips reach the top of my pussy.
The little mound of flesh above my vagina is not hidden by hair anymore and I love it when I am touched there.
He fingers continue to move and explore until he finds my open cunt.
His fingers are curious and they need to know the wonders that lie down there.
His fingers are so gentle and knowing. I know he will do anything at all to please me, even if it means great discomfort to him.
His fingers are between my labia now and they are getting wet from my drooling open pussy hole.
He is sliding that enormous prick in and out of my throat more rapidly now.
I can feel the tension in his muscles and I know he is about to fill my throat with his hot sticky hump jelly.
His finger has found my bursting clitoris now and he is rolling it around the top of my pussy with a circular motion.
I am going to come too and I know we have it timed perfectly so we will orgasm at the same time. It will be great!
What hot sex!
I hear him let out a loud cry of pleasure as he comes into my mouth.
Great gobs of semen, like a dozen raw egg whites, go flying down my throat and I swallow it all just as the ball of pleasure inside of me explodes and I convulse in my own ecstasy.
He pulls his cock out of my mouth and I stand up angrily.
"I thought I told you not to make any noise when you came! I have never had a slave disobey me like that before. You must be punished severely!"
"I'm very sorry Mistress Sandy. I tried to stay quiet but the pleasure was too great."
"I will not hear any excuses. I want you to lie across my lap. You are going to get a spanking, you naughty little boy."
I sit down on the edge of the bed and he sprawls his taut wonderful body across my lap.
I can feel his slackening cock, all wet and shiny from my cunt resting across my bare thighs, and his white ass is looking up at me.
I slap him hard and repeatedly across his ass cheeks until the flesh there is numb and angry red.
Now I know what the next step in my fantasy is to be.
I must have that foot long cock up my ass!
I take a pillow from the bed and lay it on the floor.
Then I sprawl on the floor with my head on the pillow.
I roll backwards so that my weight rests on my shoulders.
I lift my legs all the way up over the top of my head.
There is one knee on either side of my head and my thighs are parted.
I reach down and grab myself with one hand on each of my buttocks.
I spread my ass cheeks far apart so Mark can see the wrinkled tight opening of my asshole.
I can see him lick his lips as he sees my exposed anus.
His cock is very hard and I love to watch the thick red head pulsate.
It is purple and thick and I know it will feel very good up ray asshole.
He kneels in front of me and runs the palms of his hands all over my body.
He puts one hand over each of my tits and gives them both a little squeeze.
His fingers roll over my erect nipples and I can feel my cunt start to lubricate itself.
I am getting all wet down there with my own natural juices.
I can feel my asshole tingle in anticipation of the glorious penetration.
"I want you to enter me very, very slowly," I tell him, a touch of sternness still in my voice. I know he will do exactly as I say, because he knows he will have to pay the price if he disobeys me.
"Yes, Mistress Sandy," he says, a blank look on his face.
He no longer has a single drop of his own will.
He is now merely an extension of my personality. He is totally my slave now and I am getting a great thrill out of using him for my own insatiable sexual thirst.
His fingertips move down my body now, off of my throbbing breasts.
I can feel my whole body respond to his gentle touch.
He moves slowly over the flat plain of my supple ready torso.
His fingers move into my pubic hair and I feel a great throb in my loins.
The ache of anticipation is tremendous in my entire lower body.
I can tell by the way he is breathing that he is just as horny.
His cock is as angry as I have ever seen it and he is more than ready to fuck.
His fingers move ever so slowly between my parted cunt lips.
His fingers get wet and slippery as they slide between those soft fleshy lips.
"I want you to slide three fingers in and out of my cunt," I say.
"Yes, Mistress Sandy. Your wish is my command," he tells me.
"You bet your sweet ass it is," I say. "And it will always be that way."
"Forever and ever," he confirms in a low voice.
He is having trouble breathing because his passion is at such a peak.
He puts three of his long fingers next to each other and works them slowly up my open soaking wet pulsating cunt hole. I love that feeling and I can feel all of the muscles in my body go taut as he works his hand all the way up into me.
"As you finger fuck me, I want you to play with my clit with your thumb."
"Yes, Mistress Sandy," he says, and moves his thumb up until it just barely grazes against the yearning balls of pink hard flesh at the top of my cunt.
At first he works his fingers in and out of my cunt very slowly.
He wants to give me as much pleasure as he possibly can, hoping my pleasure will ease the natural tension in a slave/master relationship.
But soon he increased the pace of his fingerfuck and I am working my hips a little to help with the penetration.
The pressure he puts on my clit with his thumb increases also.
He rolls my little love button around with a circular motion.
I let out a loud groan of pleasure and I can feel a fresh orgasm growing withing me.
I can tell it is only a matter of seconds before I have another blissful climax.
I need to feel him in my ass now more than ever but I am a very patient woman in my fantasy.
I clench my teeth together very hard and the muscles in my face are tight.
My face is very red from the strain my body is going through.
My eyes are closed now and I am concentrating on the pleasure I am feeling.
He is working all three of his fingers in and out of my cunt now as fast as he can. ' "Faster, faster, you fool, you fool," I scream at him.
He responds by working his fingers in and out of my cunt with even greater speed and force.
His whole hand is a blur as I open my eyes to watch what he is doing.
"Put your whole hand inside now," I command him with fury.
I know the muscles in my cunt are relaxed and ready to take anything.
Even if the rest of my body is so tight it is threatening to snap.
Because of the position I am in my private parts are very close to my face.
I can see very well his fingers moving in and out.
The visual aspect of this act only adds to the lust I feel.
"I am going to come at any second!" I shout at the top of my lungs.
He responds to my yearning by pressing hard on my clit with his thumb.
This puts me over the edge and I feel great waves of joy rippling like balls of thunder throughout my entire body. I come again and again and scream during the entire multiple orgasm.
When the climax finally subsides, Mark pulls his big hand out of my cunt.
He runs that same hand over his own cock and his thick shaft muscle becomes wet and slippery from the juices that have flowed from my soupy cunt. This is the best lubrication.
Cunt juice is more slippery than anything you can buy in a store.
I can smell the thick scent of my own womanhood.
I smell of lust and passion and I know he can smell that odor also.
It makes his cock throb and yearn even more to be inside me.
Now my vision is obstructed as he lowers his body over me.
His weight is pressed against the back of my thighs as he prepares to enter me.
I am still holding the cheeks of my ass as far apart as they will go.
I can tell my asshole is stretched open and ready for penetration.
His body weight forces my legs further back. I rest my feet behind his stong thick neck.
Now he is using his wet hand to guide his cock toward its target.
I can feel the very tip of his penis sliding up and down between the cheeks of my ass.
My asshole is tingling like mad because I know the moment of penetration is very near.
He has such a large prick I know there will be a moment of pain when he first puts it into me, but even that slight pain will add to the tremendous passion I feel.
He is a good slave and he will do everything gently to keep my pain to a minimum.
Now the head of his cock is resting snugly against my sphincter.
He begins to press down with his hips, slowly yet firmly.
I can feel the ring of muscle around my asshole begin to stretch further so he can fit inside.
The pressure of his hips is steady and relentless.
I can feel his cock begin its long journy up the rocky road into my bowels.
Such pleasure I could never have imagined before. I feel totally filled down there and there is still four inches of his thick cock to go.
I squeeze down on his prick with the strong muscles inside my ass to give him maximum pleasure.
I know in my fantasy that Mark has never felt his cock in anything as tight as my asshole.
"You are doing very well," I manage to say. "I want you to stick it all the way in me.
"I will stick it all the way in, as you say," he says with a loud grunt.
I know there is a pleasure spot deep up my asshole and his cock is more than long enough to reach it with ease.
And with one last thrust of his hips his cock goes all the way up my ass.
I scream loudly and begin to thrash my head back and forth.
I know I sound like I am in great pain but it is not pain that is making me scream.
Such a big cock in such a little hole has me on the verge of another orgasm.
I have lost count of the number of orgasms I have had but I know it doesn't really matter.
All I care about is the climax I am about to have.
Then, just as slowly as he first entered me, Mark pulls his beautiful cock almost all the way out.
He draws back with his hips until just the thick head of his prick remains inside my asshole.
The pain has totally gone away now and there is nothing but joy in my ringing bowels.
"Plunge into me hard!" I shout. I want to take the whole shaft at the same time.
With a loud gasp, he pushes down with his slim muscular hips.
The whole shaft of his tool disappears into my willing asshole and this takes me over the edge once again.
For the umpteenth time during the session I am wailing with come.
My whole body is wracked with pleasure and I contort with the ecstasy.
He begins to slide his slippery cock in and out of my asshole with a slow steady motion.
The pace becomes increasingly faster and I can tell by the way he is making desperate moaning noises deep down in his throat that he is about to come himself.
With one violent jerk of his hips his cock explodes with semen and he fills my bowels with the thick steamy stuff.
Oh, it feels so good! I love the way my ass is bathed with come!
My insides feel all hot and sticky and good.
Both of our bodies relax at the same time and his weight is full and heavy on the backs of my thighs.
All of the tension has been thoroughly drained from us by our blessed release!
He pulls his slackening cock from my tight asshole slowly and I watch it inch by inch as it reappears.
It is shiny with both his come and mine and there is a little scum from deep in my ass around the head.
We lay still for a moment to catch our breath. He is looking at me with sad puppy eyes waiting for what I will order him to do next.
My fantasy is over and I awake to find it was my fingers and a dildo I have really been using to give myself the pleasure I have felt.
My orgasms have been real, it was the just the method by which I received them I have made up.
I am alone in my house and the television set is on and I can hear the sounds of a soap opera somewhere in the background.
Mark is a wonderful lover in my fantasy and he is so willing to be my sex slave.
In my dreams he will be back many times to satisfy my urgent needs.
And Carly too will be back to lap happily at my pussy and ass.
My breasts will be there food and they will feast on my often.
And I will love them in return. I will love them better than they have ever been loved before.
There is a wet stain on the bed where I lie peacefully.
I go and take a long shower, feeling the hot needles of water striking my hypersensitive body. All of my muscles are relaxed.
I lay on my back on the bathtub with the shower still running so that the water strikes me directly on my clitoris.
You might think that I am all out of orgasms, that my fantasy has saturated my ability to feel lust.
But you would be wrong!
There is no end to the pleasure my body can feel.
I have no limit to the number of orgasms I can have when I am worked up.
The hot water feels so good on my clit, soon I am writhing about in the bottom of the tub, thinking that both Carly and Mark are there.
Each of them is sucking on one of my tits as I come and come.
And I never stop coming. I orgasm for the rest of my life.
I am the epitome of the female sexual animal.
Nature must have been fond of me when she endowed me with such potential.
This outer shell that says I am a lonely housewife is merely a facade.
It is a disguise that hides my true inner self.
For I am the magnificent goddess of female sexuality.
Whatever comes into my fantasy world is immediately charmed by my beauty.
I am the Venus Di Milo and the Mona Lisa wrapped up into one.
I am the Eros of Southern California and everything loves me.
That which knows my cunt seeks no other cunt. That which knows my ass seeks no other ass.
I feel sorry for the other women of the world because they can never be me.
And I feel sorry for all of the men in the world because once they fuck me they can never be satisfied again by any other woman.
It is because of perfection that I am lonely. That is the only reason I am alone.
Once I finish my shower and I am squeaky clean, and all of my nooks and crannies have been bathed thoroughly, I shut off the water and carefully dry myself off.
Then I go into the living room and watch my favorite soap opera.
And I glance out the window so I can watch when Mark comes home from work.
